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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1912-08-01, Page 7: :ZS ::::::.::::':IS: :IZS; :3::.` n•• .. .. .. A .. _. UUMNSSS S •.•mow ..•. iiii 1 ..•• . id Hagar's .,.. .... Secret .... ..... • • • : : BY 1VIRS. M. J. 1-10LMES ••, .... Author of da For a Woman's Sake," "Love's Triumph," ;:•: :iii •' Suffering," " Widow," • •▪ ••. i�lrri�fle a by StxPForinb, A Grass :.:: " Woman Against Woman," Etc. ;.; •" :::: a: ::t:t :•t••t tsszstzzs::zttzzstszzzszzee,er.-•: .. you nate one, ilea , - - on her sweet, placid face, tinct listen - 'surely find none worthier than Mag- ed to her plans for the future, when :gie Miller," "Maggie would be itis wife," dream- "Will she watch over you, Henry? ed not of the grave hidden in the Will she be to you what your wife deep recesses of her heart, where should be?" asked Rose; and ilent'y grew no Hdwer of hope or semblance answered, "She is not at all like of earthly joy, you, my little sister. She relies im- Thus little know mankind of each plicitly upon my judgment; so you other! see I shall need your blessed influence 4*4'. . all the same, to make tee what your brother and Maggie's husband ought to be." On the Hillsdale lifts the October"Didoshe send the no message?" Sun was shining;, and the forest trees asked !lose; and taking out the tiny were donning their robes of 'scarlet note, Henry passed it to her, just as and brown, when again the old his aunt called to him. from the stone house. presentedesentu l an air of joy - house, whither he went, leaving her cue expectancy. The large, dark alone, parlors were thrown open, the hest There were blinding tears lit (Rose', chambers were aired, the bright, au- -eyes as she read the few lines, and tumnal flowers were gathered and in involuntarily she pressed her lips to tastefully arrtfngel botreuets adorned .the paper, which she knew had been the mantels, while Theo and Maggie, touched by Maggie Miller's hands. in their best attire, flitted uneasily "liy sister—sister Maggie," she from roost to room, running some - :repeated, and at the sound of that tinges to the gate to look down the Rattle her fest-beating heart grow still, for they seemed very sweet to grassy road which led from the high - her, those words, "my sister," Writ- way, and again mounting the tower ling her with a new aid strange stairs to obtain a more extended eurotion, and awakening within her view, a germ of the deep, undying love In her pleasant apartment, where :she was yet to feel for her who had last we left her with a sprained an - traced those words, and asked to be kle, Mrs. Jeffrey, too, fidgeted about, half sympathizing with her pupils in their happiness and hall regretting the cause of that happi- ness, which was the expected arrival of George Douglas and Henry War- nor, who, true to their promise, were coning again "to try for a week the Ilillsdale air, and retrieve their character as fast young amen." So, at least, they told Mrs. .Jeffrey, who, mindful of her exploit with the banner, and wishing to make some attends, met then alone on the threshold, Maggie having at the last moment. "ran away," while 'Theo sat in a state of dignified per- turbation upon the sofa. A few days prior to their arrival, letters had been received from Ma - dant (Conway saying she should probably remain in England two or three weeks longer, and thus the house was again clear to the young men, who, forgetting to receive their characters, fairly outdid all they had done before. The weather was remarkably clear and leeches, and the gte.tter part of each day was spent in the open air, either in fish- ing, riding or hunting, Maggie teach- ing iTenry 'Warner how to ride and leap, while he in turn taughther to shoot a bird upon the wing, until the pupil was equal to her master! In these out -door excursions, George Douglas and 'fico did not always join, for he had something to say which he would rather tell her in 0 he silent !actor, and which, when told, furnish( d food for many a quiet con- emsation. So Henry and ,\ltiggie rode oftentimes alone, and old Hag- ar, when she saw them dashing pest her door, Maggie usually taking the lead, would shake her hand and mut- ter to herslf: "'Twill never do—that match. Ile ought to hold her buck, instead of leading her on. I wish Madam Conway would conte home and end it." Mrs. Jeffrey wished so, too, as night after night her slumbers were disturbed by the sounds of merri- ment which carne up to her from the parlor below, where the young people Were "enjoying themselves," as Mag- gie said when reproved for the noisy revel. The day previous to the one sot for their departure chanced to be Henry Warner's twenty-seventh birthday, and this Maggio resolved to honor with an extra supper, which was served at an unusually late hour In the dining -room, the door of which opened out upon a closely latticed piazza. "I wish we could think of some- thing new to do," said Maggie, as she presided at the table; ^some- thing real funny." Then, as her eyes fell upon the dark piazza, where a single light was burning dimly, she exclaimed: "Wby can't We get up tableaux? There are heaps of the queerest clothes in the big oaken chest in the garret. The servants can be audience, and they need some recreation!" The suggestion was at onces - proved, and in half an hour's time the floor was strewn with garments of every conceivable fashion, from long stockings andsmall-clothes es to scarlet Cloaks and gored skirts, the latter of which were • immediately donned by Henry Warner, to the in- finite delight of the servants, who enjoyed seeing the grotesque cos- tumes, even If they did not exactly understand what the tabie'a.ux were intended to represent. The banner, too, was brought out, and after bearinjr A Consplcuous part in the performance, was placed at the end AILD SMOTHERING FEELINGS of the dining -room, •Fcliere it Would be the first thing visible to a person opening the door oppoeite. At a lntP hour the servants retired, and then„ George Douglas, who took Lintels to the luscious old wine which Maggie again had brought from her grandmother's choicest store, filled a goblet to the brim, anti pledging first the health of the young girls, drank to "the old lady across the water," with Whose goods they were thus making free! Henry Warner rarely tasted Wine, for though miles away from Rose, her influence Was around him; so, filling hie glass with Water, he, too, drank to the Wish that "the lady across the sea would remain there yet ays hire, or at all events not stumble upon lrssi to -night!" "What if she should!" thought efaggie, glancing around at the dif- terent articles scattered all over the floor, and laughing as she saw in fancy her grazdnlother'e look of dins CHAPTER X. her sister, "I will do right," she thought, "I will cotl,quer this foolish heart of mine or break it in the struggle, and Henry Warner shall !:never know how sorely it was .wrung;" The resolution gave her strength, and rising up, she, too, sought the .house, where, .retiring to her room, elle penned a hasty note to Maggie, growing calmer with each word she wrote. "I grant your request," she said, "and take you for a sister well be- loved. I had a half-sister once they say, but she died when a little babe. I never looked upon her face, and connected with her birth there was too much sorrow and humiliation for ane to think much of her, save as ,of one who, under other circtuu- 'stanees, might have been dear to 'inc. And yet, as I grow older, I of - sten find myself wishing she had My - .ed, for my father's blood was in her •veins. But I do not even know where her grave was made, for we only heard one winter morning sears ago, that she was dead, with the mother who bore her. Forgive me, 1 raggie dear, for saying so much . about that little child. Thoughts of you, who are to be my sister, make .me think of her, who, had she lived, would have been a young lady now, .nearly your own age. So in the Place of her, whom, knowing, I would have loved, .1 adopt you, :sweet Maggie Miller, my sister . and :ny friend. May Heaven's choicest blessings rest on you forever, and no .shadow conte between you and the one you have chosen for your hus- band. To my partial eyes, he is worthy of you, Maggie, royal in tbearing and queenly in form though you be, and that you may be happy with hint will be the daily prayer of "ROSE," The letter was finished, and Rose gave it to her brother, who. after dts perusal, cissa d her, saying: "It .is right, my darling. I will send it to -morrow with mine; and now for a ride. I will see what a little exer- cise can do for you. I do not like the color of your face." But neither the fragrant summer air, nor yet the presence of Henry Warner, who tarried several days, could rouse the drooping Rose; and when at last she was left alone, she sought her bed, where for many 'Necks she hovered between life and .death, while her brother and her Hunt hung over he; pillow, and Mag- gie, from her woodland home, sent rainy an anxious inquiry and mes- sage of love to the sick' girl. In the close atmosphere of his counting - room, George Douglas, too, again battled manfully with his olden love, listening each day to hear that she was dead. But not thus early wds hose to die, and with the wan. Ing sumtucr. d.fys she ratite slowly back to life. More beautiful than ev- r bemuse m r ethereal fir o eand fair, he waned the earth, like one who tieing; struggled with a mighty nor - row, had won the victory at fust; and Healy 1W lr •r tw11 . he look d a a ud en c THOUGHT SHE WOULD SURELY DIE HAD PAINS AROUND THE HEART Mrs. Wm. Lee, Uhthoff, Ont., writes:* "I have taken 'three boxes of Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills, and am now well. I had such pains around my heart and such smothering feelings. that T thought 1 Would surely die. My head used to be prepped ftp with pillows to keep me troin *Mothering. One day I read in a paper about your Milburn's heart And Nerve Pills, and three boxes cured me." Milb ut•lt's Heart and Nerve pills are a specific for all run-down inert anti Weiner', whether troubled with their ;heart or nerves, and are recommended by us with Ott greatest confidence thattkhey will do est we claire for them. l'rice b(l.:cents per boa, or 3 boxes far 41 .2b, at all dealers, or nailed direct on teeeipt of trice by The T. Milburn Co., T,ltarited, Toronto, Oat. TILE WINGED' T .1IES, AUGUST 1, 1912 may should she by any possible chance obtain a view of the room, Where perfect order and quiet had been wont to reign. But the good lady was undoubted- ly taking her morning nap on the shores of olcl England. There was no danger to be apprehended from her unexpected arrival, they thought; and just as the clock struck one the young men sought their rooms, r g entry to the relief of Mrs. Jeffrey, who, in her long night robes, with streaming candle in hand, had more than a dozen times leaned over the. ¢agister•, wondering "If the carouse would ever end.„ It dict end at last, and tired and sleepy, Theo went directly to her chamber, while Maggie staid below, thinking to arrange matters a little, for their guests were to leave on the first train, and sh had ordered an early breakfast. But it was a, hopeless task, the putting of that root. to rights; and trusting much to the good nature of the house- keeper, she linaily gave it up and went to bed, forgetting fpr hes drow- siness to fasten the outer door, or yet to extinguish the lamp which burned upon the sideboard. CIJAPTER XI. A the delightful country seat of Arthur Carrollton, Madam Conway had passed many pleasant days, and was fully intending to while away several more, when an unexpected summons from his father made it necessary for the young lean to go immedliately to. London, and as an American steamer was about to leave the port of Liverpool, Madam Conway determined to start for home at once. Accordingly she wrote for Anna Jeffrey, whom she had promised to take with her, to meet her in Liverpool,, and a few days previous to the arrival of George Douglas and Henry Warner at Ilillsdale, the two ladies embark- ed with an endless variety of lug- gage, to say nothing of Miss Anna's guitar -case, bird -cage and favorite lap -dog "Lottie." Once fairly on the sea, 1Padam Conway became exceedingly impa- tient and •disagreeable, complaining both of faro and speed, and at length came on deck one morning with the firm belief that something dreadful heel happened to -Maggie! She was dangerously sick, she knew, for nev- er but once before had she been vis- ited with a like presentiment; and that was just before her daughter died. Then it came to her just an this had done, in her sleep, and very nervously the lady paced the ves- sel's deck, counting the days as they passed, and almost weeping for joy when told Boston was in sight. Im- mediately alter landing, she made inquiries as to when the next train passing Hillsdale station would leave the city, and though it was midnight she resolved at all hazards to go on, for if Maggie were really ill there was no time to be lost! Accordingly, when at four o'clock a. nr. Maggie, who was partially awake, heard in the distance the shrill scream of the engine, as the night express thundered through the town, she little dreamed of the boxes, bundles, trunks and bags, which lined the platform of Hillsdale station, nor yet of the resolute wo- man in brown, who persevered until a rude one-horse wagon was found in which to transport herself and her baggage to the old stone house. The driver of the vehicle in which, under ordinary circumstances, Madam Con- way would have scorned to ride, was a long, lean, .half-witted fellow, utterly unfitted for his business. Still, he managed quite well until they turned into the grassy by -road, and Madam Conway saw through the darkness the light which Maggie had inadvertently left within the dining . room! There was no longer a shadow of uncertainty; "Margaret was dead," and the lank Tim was ordered to drive faster, or the excited woman, perched on ono of her traveling trunks, would be obliged to foot it! A few vigorous strokes of the whip set the sorrel horse into a canter, and as the night was dark, and the road wound round among the trees, it is not at all surprising that Ma- dam Conway, with her eye still on the beacon light, found herself rath- er unceremoniously in the midst of a brush heap, her good and chattels rolling promiscuously around her; while, lying across a log, her right !hand clutching at the bird -cage, and her left grasping the shaggy hide of Lottie, who yelled most furiously, was Anna Jeffrey, half blinded with land, and hitterly denouncing Ameri- can drivers and Yankee roads! Te ABSQLUTE SECURITYI Conuljlne a.. tier s tttle fi � LiverPflis ear bl .f illtte! b naturw 6 fee PeaSisail* Wrapper Bdelsw. Taft' e>rell Lee as tee, la fake es sage* FOR REAOACNE• .Fitt plizt$E$E. FTIR inuoutilEE. FOIl.TORMO fxl EO0 'OR,CON$TIPATION FON $AUOVI MEM FOR THECOMPIEXION dD>si.OJ<lflf M48►td4VIY 1,Awr•,,,-, CURE $iGK HEADACHE. CARTERS gather themselves together was not an easy matter, but the ten pieces were at last all told, and then, bold - .ug, iher skirts, up bcslraggitd with dew, 'Madam Conway resumed her teat in the wagon, which was this time driven in safety to her door. (living orders for her numerous boxes to be safely bestowed she has.. tuned forward and soon stood upon the threshold. •'(.rent Ilecte-en!" she exclaimed, starting backward so suddenly that $':e trod upon the foot of Lottie, who again sent forth an outcry, which Anna Jetlrey managed to choke downl "IS this bedlam or what?" and stepping out upon the peazza, she looked to see if the blun- dering driver had matte a mistake. Ilut no, It was the same old gray stone house she had left some months before; and again pressing boldly forward, she took the lamp Iron the sideboard and commenced to reconnoitre. "My mother's wed- ding 'dress, as I live! and her scarlet broadcloth, too!" she cried, holding to view the garments which Henry Warner had thrown upon the arm of the long settee, A turban or cushion, which she recognized as be, longing to her grandmother, next caught her view, together with the small -clothes of her sire. "Thont r colt e I e ) 1ts et of the oaken chest," she continued, in a tone far from being calm and cool. "What can have happened! It's some of thatcrazy IIt at's work, 1 know. w. :'11 have her put in the---" But, whatever the evil was which threat- ened Hagar • Warren, it was not de - lined by words, for at that moment tee indignant lady caught sight of an empty bottle, which she instantly recognised as having held her very oldest, choicest wine. "The Lord help me!" she cried, "I've been rob- bed;" and grasping the bottle by the heck, she leaned up against the ban- ner which she had not yet descried. "In the name of wonder, what's this?" she almost screamed, as the full blaze of the ]amp fell upon the flag, revealing the truth at once, and partially stopping her breath. Robbery was nothing to insult, and forgetting entirely the wine, she gasped, "Stars and stripes in this house! In the house of my :grandfather, as loyal a subject as I: ing George ever boasted! What can Margaret be doing to stiffer a thing like this?" A few steps further on, and Mar- garet herself might have been seen peering out into the darkened upper er hall, and listening anxiously darkened. to her grandmother's voice. The sound of the rattling old wagon had aroused her, and curious to know who was stirring at this early hour, she had cautiously of erred her window, which overlooked the piazza, and to her great dismay bad recognized her grandmother as she gave orders con- cerning her baggage. Flying back to her room, she awoke her Sister, who, springing up in bed, whispered faintly, "Will she kill us dead, Maggie? Will she kill us deed?" "Pshaw! no," answered Maggie, her own courage rising with Theo's 'ears. "She'll have to scold a meti, I suppose, but I can coax her, I know!" By this time the old Iady Was as - sending the stairs, and closing the door, Maggie applied her eye to the key -hole, listening breathlessly for what alight follow. George Douglas and henry Warner occupied separate rooms, and their boots were now standing outside their doors, ready for the chore boy, Jim, who thus earned a quarter every day. Stumbl- ing first upon the pair belonging to George Douglas, the lady took them up, ejaculating, "Boots! boots! Yee, men's boots, as I'trt a living wo- man! The like was never seen by Inc before in this hall. Another pair!" she continued, as her eye fell on those of Henry Warner. "Another pair, - and in the best chamber, too! What will come next?" And setting down her light, she wiped the drops of perspiration from her face, at the same time looking around in some alarm, lest the owners of said boots should come forth. Just at that moment 'VTrs. Jeffrey appeared. Alarmed by the unusual noise, and fancying the young gentle- men might be robbing the house, as a farewell performance, she had donned a calico• wrapper, and tying a black silk handkerchief over her cap, had taken her scissors, the only weapon of defence she could find, and thus equipped for battle sho had sallied forth. She was prepared for burglars—nay she would not have been disappointed had site found the young men busily engaged in remov- ing the ponderous furniture• from their rooms;•but the sight of Madam Conway at that unseasonable hour, waswholly unexpected, and i her 4 o tn Y fright she dropped the lamp which she had lighted in place of her candle, and which was broken is fragments, deluging the carpet with oil,a g a nerd eliciting fresh groan from Madam Conway. "Jeffrey! Jeffrey!" she gasped, "what have you done?" "Great goodness!" ejaculated ;Sirs. .Jeffrey, remembering her adventure when once before she left her room ht the night. "1 certainly ate the most unfortunate of mortals. Catch me out of bed again, let what Wilt happen;" and turning, she Was about tri ieatv'e the hall, whoa Iifndam 'Con" Way, itrixious to kilos' What had been done, called her back, saying rattler indignantly, "I'd like to knot i whose house I am in?" "A body would suppose 'twas MISS Margaret's, the way She's conduct cel," ansWet•ed *. rs:.10111Uy; and Maw' dam Conway 'continued, pointing to the boots: "Who bases ire here? These are not jil'aegeret's, surely?" "No, ma'am, thee belong to the young men, who have Net the housts topsy-turvey, with their tableaux, their Revolution celebration, thelr' banner, and ea.rousing g,%t10rislly," said heel Jeffrey, rather 111Ca5(':1 than otherwise at being the thst to tell the netts. 'Young men!'' repeated Maulain Conway, "Whet young men? Where did they come from, aid why are they bete?" "They are Douglas & Warner," told `Vh'1,.1el\rey, rather pleased than graces as theft etre this side cf Old Pailey—that's what they are. They came from Worcester, and if I've any discernment, they ,are after your girls, and your girls are after thele." ",Atter my girls! After Maggie! It can't be possible!" gasped Madam Conway, thinking of Arthur Carroll- ton. "It's the very truth, though," re- turned Mrs. Jeffrey. "Henry Warner, who, in any opinion, fs the worst of the two got to chasing Margaret in the woods, as long ago as last Ap- ril; she jumped Gritty across the gorge, and he, like a fool, jumped after, breaking his leg----" "Pity it hadn't been his neck," in- terrupted Madam Conway, and Mrs. Jeffrey continued: "Of course, he was brought herr, and Margaret took care of hint. After a while, his comrade Douglas carne out, and of all the carousals you ever thought of, I reckon they had the worst. "Tway the fourth of July, and if you'll belfeve it, they grade a ban- ner, and Maggie planted it herself on the housetop. They went off next morning; but now they've come again, .and last night the row beat all. I never got a wink of sleep till after two o'clock," ITo•e, entirely out of breath, the old lady paused, and -going to her room, brought out a basin of water and a towel, with which she tried to wipe off the oil. But, Madam Con- way paid little heed to the spoiled carpet, so engrossed was she with what she had heard. "I'1)1 astonished at Margaret's want of discretion," said she, "and 1 depended so much upon her, too." "1 always knew you were deceived by her," said Mrs. Jeffrey, still lending over the oil: "but it wasn't for me to say so, for you are blinded toward that git 1, She's got some of the queerest notions, and then she's so high strung, She won't li-ten to reason. But 1 did Iny countt;v good service once. 1 went up fu the dead of the night to take clown the flag, and 1 don't regret -it, tither, even if It did pitch nu' to the bottom of the stairs and sprained my ankle." "Served you right," interposed Madam Conway, who, not at all 1•lettsed at hearing Margaret thus censured, now turned the full force of her wrath upon the poor little gov- erness, blaming her for having suffer- ed such proceedings. "What did Margaret and Theo know, young things as they were? and what was Mrs. Jeffrey there for if not to keep them circumspect! But instead of doing this, she had undoubtedly en- couraged thein in their folly and then charged it upon Margaret." It was in vain that the greatly distressed and astonished lady pro- tested her innocence, pleading her sleepless nights and lame ankle as proofs of having Bono her duty. Ma - clam Conway would net listen. "Somebody Was, of v.:)ur e, to blame," and as it is a long-estab- lished rule that a part of every teacher's duty is to be responsible for the faults of the pupils, so Ma- dam Conway now continued to chide Mrs.. Jeffrey as the prime mover of everything, until that Iady, .over- whelmed with the sense of injustice done her, left the oil and retired to her room, saying its she closed the door: "I was never so injured in all my life—never! To think that after til my trouble, she should charge it to me! It will break any heart, I know. Where shall I go for comfort or rest?" This last word was opportune and suggestive. If rest could not be found in "Baxter's Saints' Rest," it was not by her to be found at all; and, sitting down by the window, in the grey dawn of the morning, she strove to draw comfort from the words of the good divine, but in vain. It had never failed her before; but never before had she been so deeply injured, and closing the vol- ume at lust she paced the floor in very perturbed state of hind. • :Meantime 1Viadatn Conway had sought her granddaughter's chamber, where '.Theo, in her fright, had taken refuge under the bed, while Maggie feigned a deep, sound sleep. A few rigorous shakes, however, aroused her, when greatly to the amazement of her grandmother, she burst into a merry laugh, and winding her arms around the highly scandalized lady's neck, said: "Forgive ine, grandma ; l've been awake ever since you came hone. I did not mean to leave the dining; room in such disorder, but I was so tired, and we had such fun— hear me out," she continued, laying her hand, over the mouth of her grandmother, who attempted to speak. "Mrs• Jeffrey told you how ltlr. Warner broke his leg, and was brought here. His is a real nice un • n and 's Mr, Douglas, o tine nc wr. r y g , who came oto• to see lint. 'Thea aro � U all U ) partners in tee firer of Douglas fs Co., Worcester." "tie .ry Warner is nothing but the Co., 1) owns tho. though , a, Douglas g \f • ti e store, and is worth two hundred thousand dollars!" cried a smother- ed voice from under the bed, and Theo emerged into view, with a fea- 1hdr or two ornamenting her hair and herself looking a little uneasy and f.ightened, The two h;ndred thousand dollars produced a magical effect upon the old lady. exonerating George Doug- ]d,s nt once front all blame. But to- tt a it 1l nr y Warner she was not thus 1Intent; for. coward -like, Theo charge rd l,im telth having suggested every- thing, t•• en to the cutting up of the ted coat for a banner! .fairly screamed Madam Conway, who in her hasty glance at the flan; had not observed the mater - ltd. ''N .t taken my grandfather's trout for an banner!„ "Nee, Le dirt," 9nid Then, "and eines:it rut up your blue satin hod- ke for stews, And took one of your um+ linen sleets iter the foundation." •'l he tttee ch!" exclaimed Madattt ('ona•ay, stumping her foot in her wrath, incl thinking only of henry Warner. "I'll turn him from my to ntinstantly.Myblue satin bod- e, indeed!" ...Twee 1, gt'andtna—'ttvae l," an- te ruined Maggi., looking reproach- fully tit Theo. ""l'Was 1 who cut up the bodice. 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One pill a dose, 25e a bol, at all dealers or Ddmanson, I3at.a �e Co„ Limited, Toronto. "And I didn't do a thing but look on," said Theo. "I knew you'd be entre?, and I tried to make Maggie behave, but she wouldn't." "I don't know as it is anything to you whet ;Maggie does, and I think it world look quite as well in you to ta'<e part of the blame yourself, instead of putting it all upon your sister," was Madam Conway's reply; and feeling almost as deeply injured as Mrs. •Jeffrey herself, Theo began to cry, while Maggie, with a few masterly strokes, succeeded in so far appeasing the anger of her grandmother that the good lady consented for the young gentlemen to stay to breakfast, saying, though. that "they should decamp immed- iately after, and never darken he* doors egltin," "But Mr. Douglas is rich," sobbed Theo from behind her pocket hand- kerchief, "innnensely rich and of a very aristocratic family, I am sure, else where did he get his money?" This remark was timely, and when, fifteen minutes later, Madam Con- was was presented to the gentlemea tar r hall, her manner was o is the al le more t gracious toward George Douglas than it was toward Henry Warner, . to whom she merely nodded, deign- ing no answer whatever to his 'polite apology for having made himself so much at home in her house. The ex- pression of his mouth Was, as usual. against him, and fancying he in- tended adding insult to injury by, laughing in her face, she coolly turn. ed her back upon him ere he had fine fished speaking and walked down stairs, leaving him to wind up his speech with "an old she dragon!" But this time both the sun and the. Servants had risen, the former shin- ing into the disorderly dining -room. and disclosing to the latter the weary, jaded Anna, who, while Ma- dam Conway was exploring the house, had thrown herself upon the lounge and had fallen asleep. "'Oho is she, and where did she conte from?" was anxiously inquired., a and they Were about going in quest of Margaret, when their mistress ap- peared suddenly in their midst, ® and their noisy demonstrations of joyful surprise awoke the sleeping girl!. who, rubbing her red eyelids, asked for her aunt, and why She did not conte to meet her. "She had been a little excited arid forgot you, perhaps," answered Ma- damat the same time darn Conway, me t m bid- ding one 61 the servants to show the young lady to Mrs. Jeffrey's room. The good lncly had recovered her c0llrpolure soinewhat, and Was just (To be dontinued.) LET US BE KIND. Let us be kind. The way is long and lonely, And human hearts are asking for this blessing only— That we be kind. We cannot know the grief that men may borrow, We cannot see the souls stormswept by sorrow, But love can shine upon the way to- day, tomorrow— Let us be kind. Let us be kind, The sunset tints will soon be in the west, Too late the flowers are laid then on the quiet breast, Let us be kind, And when the angel guides have sought and found us, Their hands shall link the broken ties of earth that bound us, And heaven and home shall brighten all around us— Let us be kind. Children Cry ^ FOR FLETCHER'S CASTC R ee P A THE HOUSE IN SUMMER. Good taste at present Leans toward wallpaper with little or no pattern. Striped papers,however, are not frown- ed upon by the artistic. Plain papers produce a much more effective back- ground for pretty furniture. White or cream tints make an admirable cover- ing for the drawing -room walls. Paintings look well upon it. A car- pet of moss green is attractive. Cover the chairs with cr./tonne or old-fashion- ed chintz. When having sepia -colored photo- graphs framed, a narrow ebony or brown molding will enhance the beauty of the picture. The narrow line of black upon the wall is charming, if in the living room or the dainty pink or blue bedroom. Your summer draperies should bo sheer and cool looking. A great vari- ety suitable of materials are ..table for this purpose, and range from high to low prices. In summer the entire house should speak of coolness and comfort. Pack away all unnecessary articles of brie - a -brae, to spare the extra work of caring for them during the dusty weather. Commercial greed often leads to un- told cruelties. Within recent years the Congo crimes, and now the revela- tions of conditions in the Peruvian rub- ber districts, have shocked public opin- ion. Men have been lured to work in these rubber fields and used worse than beasts while the owners of the rubber and othem in'erested grow immensely wealthy. The British Government had to investigate complaints relative to the cruelties perpetrated on some of its colored subjects :lured to these Peruvian rubber fields from Honduras, The in- vestigation a horrible le state of showed b affairs, but at this writing there is no word of a rubber millionaire having been hanged for being an accessory to the murders and other crimes. before or after the feet,