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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1912-08-08, Page 7111g ' •rINGIL M MK AUGUST 8 1W2 •.::let . , :::: , .•.. .... .•.• ....Old �,r sSecretiff ,::::. . . ..•• BY MRS. MI J. HOLNMES Litt+1,tO • of "For a Wouttlet'6 Sake," "Love's Triumph," eeritriiled by Suffering," "A. Grass Widow," a WW.I.Itiu Against Woman," Ete. s... ..,. •e.. ..n Seer •... •••.r h roio• Woo. ..•• ••.. .••• MPH erre ..•• •.•. • 1 t111tttlestet tteteeteettexetttettesteettet•e•rets•; wondering why her niece did not come with Madam Conway, as had been arranghd, when Anna appeared, and in her delight at once more be- holding a child of her only sister and her husband's brother, she for- got, in a measure, how injured she `had felt. Fre long the breakfast bell rang: but Anna declared her- self too weary to go down, and as r el Jeffrey felt that Airs. e h u she could not I• )yet meet Madam Conway face to face, they both remained iu their • room, Anna again falling asleep, while her aunt, growing inore calm, sought, and this time found, com- fort in her favorite volume. Very cool Indeed, was that breakfast partaken in almost unbroken silence below. The toast was cold, the steak war cold, the coffee was cold, and frosty as an icicle was the lady who sat where the merry Maggio hail hereto- fore presided. Scarcely a word was spoken by any one; but in the laugh- ing eyes of Maggie there was a World of fun, to which the mischiev- ous mouth of Henry Warner respond- ! ed espond-!ed by a curl exceedingly annoying to his stately hostess, wise, in passing him his coffee, turned her head in soother dire tion, lest she should be • ';oo civil! Breakfast being over, George Doug. fns who began to understand Ma- dam Conway tolerably well, asked of her a private interview, which was granted, when he conciliated her first by apulogi'liug for anything ungent- lemanly Ile alight have done in her house, and startled her next by ask- ing for Theo, as his wife. "You can's said he, "ettsily ascer- tain my character and standing in Wm teeter, where for the last ten years .I have been known first as clerk, then as junior partner, and finally as proprietor of the large es- tablishment twhieh I now conduct." Madam Conway was at first too much astonished to speak. ITad it been Maggie for whom ho asked, the matter would have been decided at once, for Maggie was her pet, her pride, tho intended bride of Arthur Carrollton; but 'Theo was a different creature altogether, and though the Conway 'blood flowing in her veind entitled her to much consideration. she was neither showy nor brillianti and if she could;nuirry $200,000, eve en though it were American coin, she would perhaps be doing quite al well as could be expected. So Ma- dam Conway replied at last, that "she would eonsider the matter, and if she found that Theo's feelings were fully enlisted, she would per, haps return a favorable answer. "I know the firm of Douglas & Co. by reputation," said she, "anti I know it to be quite a wealthy firm;but with me, family Is quite as important as money." ' ''Ary family, madam, are certainly respectable," interrupted George Douglas, a deep flush overspreading his face. He was indignant at her presum- ing to question his respectability, Madam Conway thought, and so shel hastened to appease hien, by sayings "Certainly, I have no doubt of it; 'There aro marks by which I can al - Ways tell." George Douglas bowed low to the far-seeing lady, while a train of thought, not altogether compliment• ary to her discernment in this case„ passed through his mind. Not thus lenient ,would Madam Conway have been toward Henry, • Warner, had he presumed to ask her that morning for Maggie; but he knew r n butte then to Uroaef thesub- ject u -lect then. "Ile would write to her," he said, immediately after his re- turn to Worcester, and in the mean- time, Maggie, if she saw proper, was to prepare her grandmother kr it, by herself announcing the engage- ment. This, and much more he said to Maggie, as they sat together in the library, so much absorbed in each other as not to notice the ap- proach of Madam Conway, who en- tered the door just in time to see Henry Warner with his arm around Maggie's waist. She was a woman of bitter prejudices, and had con- ceived a bitter dislike for Henry, not only on account of the stars and stripes, but because she read to a certain extent the true state of af- fairs. IIer suspicions were now con - Hit Indigestion, Sour Stomach and Severe Headaches FOR OVER A YEAR Mr. W. Moore, 132 Lisgar St„ Toronto, Ont., writes:—"After having been ttoubled with indigestion, sour stomach, and severe headaches for over a year, I was induced to try Milburn's Laza-Liver Pills. One vial greatly benefitted my case, and three vials completely cured me, I can heartily recommend them to any one seethes from stomach or liver trouble." • Milburn's Laxa•Liver Pills stimtdate the sluggish liver, clean the coated totlgue, and remote all waste and poison- ious matter from the system. ' Price, 25 cents pet vial, or 5 vials for $1.00, at all dealers, or mailed direct on receipt of rice bYT T. Milburn Co., Lid1 ted, Toronto, Ont. firmed, and rapidly crossing the floor, sho confronted hint, saying:: "fret my granddaughter alone,' young man, both now, and forever." Something of llogar's tiny spirit flashed from Maggie's dark eyes, but forcing down her anger, she answer- ed half earnestly, half playfully, "I ant nearly old enough, grandma, to decide the matter for myself." A fierce expression of scorn passed over Madam Conway's face, and harsh words might have ensued had not the carriage at that moment been announced. Wringing Maggie's hand, Henry arose and left the room, followed by the indignant lady, who would willingly have suf. fored hien to walk, but thinking $200,000 quite too notch money to go on foot, she had ordered her car- riage, and both the senior and jun- ior partner of Douglas ,.Ss Co. were ere long riding a second time away from the old house by the mill, it CHAPTER XII. "Grandma wishes to see you, Mag- gio, in her room," said Theo to her sister one morning, three days after the departure of their guests. "Wishes to see me! For what?" asked Maggie; and Theo answered, "I don't know, unless it is to talk with you about Arthur Carrollton." "Arthur Carrollton!" repeated Maggie: 'VMuch good it will do her to talk to me of him. I hate the very sound of his name;" and rising she walked slowly to her grandmo- ther's room, where in her stiff brown satin dress, her golden spec- tacles planted firmly upon her nose, and the Valenciennes border of her cap shading but not concealing the determined look on her face, with an open letter upon her lap. It. was from Henry. Maggie knew his handwriting in a moment, and there was another, too, for her; but she was too proud to ask for it, and seating herself by the window she waited for her grandmother to break the silence, which she did ere long as follows: ".1 have just received a letter from that. Warner, asking 111e to sanction an engagement which he says exists between himself and you. Is et true? Are you engaged to hint?" "I am," answered Alaggie, playing nervously with the tassel of her wrapper, and wondering why Henry had written so 50011, bek>re she hand prepared tl,e way by a little judici- ous coaxing. "{Well, then," continued Madam Conway, "1110 sooner it is broken the hctttr. 1 ani astoniihe(! . that Neon .11 , le stoop to such an act. and I IIIpe you are art 111 0nenest." "T111. I am," answered Maggie and in the same colts, decided manner, her 0rat11(inrother continued; '"Then eott,iae; rens: ins for me bot to for- bid � etll I•tt in eels (•;>t(unll•..i ration whatever with one whose combust In any house has been so unpat•aonably rude and vulgar. You will never marry him, Margaret, net•er! Nay, 1 would sooner see you dead than the wife of that low, mean, impertinent fellow." In the largo dark eyes there was a gleam decidedly Ifagarish as Braggie arose, and standing before her grand- mother, made answer: "You must not, in my presence, speak thus of Henry Warner. Ile is neither low, mean, vulgar, nor impertinent. You are prejudiced against him, because you think him comparatively poor, and becausehe has dared to look at me, who have yet to understand why the fact of my being a Conway makes me better. I have pretuised to be Henry Warner's wife, and Mar- garet Miller never yet has broken her word." "But in. this instance you will," said Madam Conway, now thorough- ly aroused. "I will never sutler it; and to prove I ant in earnest, I will hero, before your face, burn the let- ter he has presumed to send you; and this I will do to any others which may come to,you from him.", Maggie offered no remonstrance; but the fire of a volcano burned within, as she watched the letter blackening upon the coals; and when next her eyes met those of her grandmother, there was in thein a fierce. determined look, which prompted that lady at once to change her tactics, and try the pow- er of persuasion, rather than of force. heignhng a smile, she said: "What ails you, child? You look to lno like Hagar. It was wrong in me, perhaps, to burn y'Otlr letter, and had I refected a moment, I might not have done it; but 1 can- not safer you to receive any more. 1, have other prospects in view for only and have un y waited a favor- able opportunity to tell you what they are. Sit down by mc, Margar- et, while I talk with you on the sub- ject." Tho burning of her letter had af- fected Margaret strangely, and with • t n banttulbcd feelingat hot heart, cart l , sle sat do'ivn without a word, and list- ened patiently to praises long and Irra]s(s loud of Arthur Carrollton, who Was described ns being every way desirable, both as a friend and a husband. "Ilis father, the elder Sir. Carrollton, was an intimate friend of may husband," said Madam (Conway, "and wishes our families to be more closely united, by a marriage between you and his son Arthur, who is rather fastidious in his taste, and though twenty -fight years old, has never yet Nen a face which suited him. But ho is pleased with you, Maggie. IIe liked your picture, imperfect as it is, and ho liked the fv\ne of your letters, which I read Lo hien. They wero so orig- inal, he said --so much like what ho fancied you to be. Ho has a splen- did country se at, and more than one nobleman's daughter would gladly share it with hits: but I think he fancies you. He has a large estate nen. Montreal and some difficulty connected with it will ere long bring hila to America. Of course 11e will visit here, and with a little tact on your part you can, I'm sure, secure one of the best matches in England. Ile is fine looking, too, I have kis daguerreotype;" and opening her wort. -box, she drew it forth and held it before Maggie, who resolutely shut her eyes lest she should see the face of me she was so determined to dislike. "What do you think of hint?" ask- ed Madam Conway, as her arum began to tulle, and Maggie had not yet spoken. • "I haven't looked at hila," an- swered Afnggie. "I hate him, and if he comes here after ate, I'll tell him so, too! I hate hint because he is an Englishman. hate flim be- cause o-cause he is nn aristocrat. I hate hint for everything, and before I Marry hien I'll run away!" hero, wholly overcome, Maggie burst into tears, and precipitately left the room. An hour later and Hagar, sitting by the fire, which the coolness of the day rendered neces- sary, was startled by the abrupt en- trance of Maggie, who, throwing herself upon the floor and burying her face in the old woman's lap, sob- bed bitterly. "What is it, child? 'What is it, darling?" asked Hagar, and in a few words 'Maggio explained the whole. "She was persecuted—dreadfully per- secuted. Nobody before ever had so much trouble as she, Grandma had burned a letter from Henry Warner, and would not give it to her. Grandma said, too, she should never marry hint, should never write to him, nor see anything he might send her. Ob, Hagar, Hagar!' Ist1't it cruel?" and the eyes, whose wrath- ful, defiant expression was now quenched in tears, looked uo in Hag- ar's face for sympathy. The right chord was touched, and much as Hagar Haight have disliked Henry Warner, she was his fast friend now. ITor mistress's opposi- tion and Maggie's tears had wrought a change, and henceforth all her en- ergies should be given to the ad- vancement of the young couple's cause. "I can manage it," she raid, smoothing the long silken tresses which lay in disorder upon her lap. "Richland postofuco is only four miles from hero; I can walk double that distance easy. Your grandmo- ther never thinks of going there, nei- ther ant I known to any one in that neighborhood. Write your letter to Henry Warner, and before the sun goes down it shall be safe in the letter -box. Ifo can write to the same place, but he had better direct to nie, as your name might excite suspicion." This plan seemed perfectly feas- ible: but it struck Maggie unpleas- antly. She had never attempted to deceive in her life, and she shrunk froin the first deception. She would rather, she said, try to win her grandmother's consent. But this she found impossible. Madam Conway was determined, and would not list- en. "It grieved her sorely," she said, "thus to cross her favorite child, whom she loved .better than her like ,hut 'twas for her good, and must bo done." So she wrote a cold and rather in- sulting letter to Henry Warner, bid- ding ardding him, as she had once done be- fore, "let her granddaughter alone," arid saying "it was useless for him to attempt anything secret, for Mag- gie would be closely watched tho moment there were indications of a clandestine correspondence." This letter, which was read to Mar- garet, destroyed all hope: and still she wavered, uncertain whether it would be right to deceive her grand- mother. But while she was yet un- decided ar Hag's fingers, of late un- used to the pen, traced a few .lines to Henry Warner, who, acting at once upon her suggestion, wrote to Margaret a letter, which he directed to "Hagar Warren, Richland." in it he urged so Many reasons while Maggie should avail herself of this opportunity for communicating with him, that she yielded at last ; and regularly each week old Uagar toiled through sunshine and through storm to the i1ichla nd postotfice, r...1i,,.r o,,,oly reenid for her trouble 1 S s CARTER ITTLE iVER PILLS. )URE' Sick 13endacho'and telleve all the troubles Inc( dent toe bill lie state of the ayetem, each net Dlkzlnees, Neese's, Drbwetnees Distress after velem:Palate In the Shle,,&o. While their Most remarkable suCceas Iles been shown In curiag 81 Mead -eche, yet tutees Little ,Liver Pnle are equally vniusplelteConstipatiot,euringandprt>et venting thle anneyin eompDtaint whiletheyaleo correct cel dieordcre of theelOma(in, stintalatothe liter and regulate tho bowels. Even if thoyonlJ cared EAD. Achothey wouidbealmoetprleercestothosowho suffer from thisdistreeeingcompielnt; butfortn. natelp thele goodncesdoesnotendhere,andthose who once try them will andthese little pule Wu* able in so many ways that they will not bowit* ling to do withouttbem. But atter allalck head CH : lie the bane of eo mangy lives that here to where we make our great boast. Ott pills emelt while others do not. Carter's Little Liver Plile are very small end 'trysts, to take. ()neertwo p111amake adoee. 'rhegaro etrictly vegetable anti 40 hot gripe or purgge�, but by their gentle action pleats. an who gee qem. UN* 11110A11M8 IOw VW t$*. 114111,,1411_Inkia411 when she saw tate bright, expectant fare which alnio:;t always greeted her i•ef urn. emcasstonally, by . way of lulling the ouspicium of Madam ('onwaty, Henry would direct a Letter to Hillsdale, knowing full well it would never meet the eyes of Mar- guvet, over whole, for the tient be- ing, at spy had been set, in the per - eon of Anna Jeffrey. '1'liis young lady, though but lit- tle connected with our story. may perhaps deserve a brief notice. Old- er than either Theo cur Margaret, the watt neither remarkable for beau- ty or talent. Dark haired, dark ey- td, dark brotved, and as the servants said, '•cittrk In her disposition," she was naturally envious of those whose rank in life entitled them to more attention than she herself was accus- toueel to receive. For this reason, Maggie Miller had from the first been to her all object of dislike. and she Was well pleasecl when Madam Conway, after enjoining noon her the strictest secrecy, appointed. her to watch that young lady, and see that no letter was ever carried by herr to the irostofice which Madam Con- way had not first examined. Iit the snaky eyes there was a look of ex- ultation as Anna Jeffrey promised to be faithful to her trust, and for a time she became literally Maggie Miller's shadow, following her every- where, until Maggie complained. so bitterly of the annoyance that Ma- dam (Conway at last, feeling toler- ably sure that no counterplot was intended, revoked her orders, and bade Anna Jeffrey leave Margaret ire.: to (lo as she pleased. Titus relieved from espionage, Mag- gie btca nw a little more like herself, though a sense of the injustice done her ity her grandmother, together with the (reception she knew she was priu'titing, wore upon her; and the servants at their work listened in vein for the merry lough they had loved so well to hear. In the pres- ent state of Margaret's feelings, Ma- dam Conway deemed it prudent to say nothing of Arthur Carrollton, %those name was never mentioned salve by Theo and Anntt, the latter of whom had seen ]lint in England, and was never so well pleased as when talking of his fine conutr, suit, his splendid park, his 11anc1- 'ome horses, and last, but not least, of hi 01501f. "Ile wits," she s(tid, 'without exception. the most ole- ;unt and aristocratic young hart she had ever seen;" and then for more than an hour she would entertain I heo with at repetition of the many agreeable things he had said to her (It ring the one day she had Spelt at his house while Madam Conway was tisiting thele. In perfect indifference, Maggie, who Willi frequently present, would listen to these stories, sometimes listlessly tenenbng the leaves of a book, and naafi' smiling scornfully as she thought how impossible it was that the fastidious Arthur Carrollton should have been at all pleased with a gill like Anna Jeffrey; and posi- tive as Maggie was that she hated hien, she insensibly began to feel a very slight degree of interest in him, "tut least, she would like to know how 11e looked;" and one day- when Wer grandmother and Theo were rid- ing, she stole cautiously to the box Where she knew his picture lay, and, taking it out, looked to see "if he Were 'o very fine-looking," "Yes, he was," Maggie acknowl- edged that; and sure that she lotted hint terribly, she lingered long over that picture, admiring the classical- ly -shaped head, the finely -cut mouth, and more than all, the dark eyes which seemed so full of goodness and truth. "Pshaw!" she exclaimed, at last, restoring the picture to its place. "if henry were only a little 1 alley, and had as handsome eyes, he'd be a great deal better looking. Anyway, I like • hint, and I hate Ar- thur Carrollton, rrollton, who I know is dom- ineering, and would try to make me thine. Ile has asked for my dagger- rootype, grandtna says—one which looks els I do now. I'll send it, too," and she burst into a loud laugh at the novel idea ')which had crossed her mind. That daywhen Madam Conwayl c turned front her drive, 8110 was sur- prised at Maggie's proposing that Theo atgxd herself should have their' likenesses taken for Arthur Car- rollton. "If he wants my picture," said she, "I ant willing he shall have it. It is nil he'll ever get.", Delighted at this unexpected con- ceSSiou, Madam Conway gave her consent, and the next afternoon found 'Theo and Maggie at the deg - tee reap gallery in Hillsdale, whore the latter astonished both her sis- ter and the artist by declaring her intention of not only sitting with her bonnet and shawl on, but also of turning her back to the instru- ment! It was in vain that 'Theo re- monstrated! 'Mhat position or none," she said: and the picture wits accordingly taken, presenting e very correct likeness when tinished of a bonnets a veil and a slutwl, be- neath which Maggio Miller was sup- posed to be. Strange as It may recut, this freak struck Maditin Conway favorably. Arthur Carrollton knew that Maggio was unlike any other person, a0d the joke, she thought, would increase ra- ther than diminish the interest lie already felt in ler. So she made no ohjection, and in a few days it was on its way to England, together with a lock of IIagar's snow -White ,. , hair, which Alttg.g,t( had coaxed from the o1(1 lady, and, unknown to her grandmother, placed in the casing at the lost moment. Several weeks passed away, and then there come an answer -•-a letter so full of wit and humor that Mag- gie confessed to herself that he must be ley clever to wa•i(0 so many shrewd things, and he withal so per- fectly relined. Acennpunying tie package was a snail rosewood hour, containing a 1114)9*. emtluisite 1(111(+ 1 in made of 'lager's frosty hair and richly ornamented with gold. N(>1 a Word Was written concerning it, and •ss Maggie kept her own counsel, both I'l:ea and her grandmother mare/ led greatly, admit ing its beau- ty'auul wondering for whom it was intendt4, "I•'or me, of coarse," said Median, Conway. "The hair is Lady ('ar- 1ollt0u'e, Arowel gr(lalmwthel'. 1 know it by its :soft, silky Hhe has sent 11 as 0 token of respect, for she was always fond of 3mle; ' 'rite, going to the glass, the very (som- ltlu•eat It ornamented. her Ilollitun collar with llagat•'s hair. while Mug- p;ie, bur:stiutg With fan, Treat a hasty retreat from the roma lest. she should betray 1t(ereelf. Thus the milder passed away, and early 111 the slu ing (feorge Douglas, to whom Madam Conway had long 010) s nt a fat owlet. unsw er. eunte to whit his betrothed, bringing to Maggie. a unto front hose, who had once oe twice sent mcseares in Hen- Maggie. letters. She was in Worcester now, and her he:tut h was t cry deli- cate. ••Sometimee," she wrote, "I fear 1 shalt never eco ,,,'Oil, Maggio 1;1111111'1er look into your I:ruatifetl flue. or liken to your vol 0: but Whether ei heaven or on earth I am first to meet With you. my heart claims you as a )inter -- e • sisters • th0 n whom t o 1 the 1 t is in n I�au f all the world 1 \vont,1 rather call my (11CIt.•' "Darling Rose!" murmured Mag- gie, prtssillg the delicately traced lints to her lips, "how near she seems to me!—nearer almost than Theo." And then involmttt,nily her ihoeglits Welt bacict\'ard to the right when henry Warner first. told Leer of hie love, and when in her ere 11)1s there had been e strange hlencliag together of herself. of Rose and the little grave beneath the ; ].u•! But not yet was that veil of mlyli- 11 I;-.• to be lifted. Ilagar's ferret alum he kept a little longer, and, unmet i lot s of the truth, Maggie \tilL'r must dreamt on of sweet hose 131ruer, whom she hope s one day to call ler sister! There was also a )message from 1i nry, and this George Douglas de- livered in secret, for he did not (sure to (Thip1e;tso his grandmother• -select. Who 3 i wing hint through a golden sett int, thought he was not to be luellr(1 by any one in America. "So gentleuutnly," she said, "and so modest. too," basing her last con- clusion upon his evident unwilling- ness to say very attach of himself or his funnily. Concerning the latter rale 11ac1 questioned hint in vain, elic- iting nothing save the fact that they lived in the country several utiles from Worcester, thp.t his father al- ways stayed aft home, and conse- quently onstquently his mother went but little into society. "Despises the vulgar herd, I dare say," thought Madam Conway, con- templating the pleasure she should undoubtedly derive from the ac- quaintance with Mrs. Douglas, sen- ior! "There was a sister, too," he said, and at this announcemtent Theo opened wide her blue eyes, ask- ing her name, and "why he had nev- er mentioned her before." •'r call her .fenny," said he. color- ing slightly, and adding playfully, as he caressed 'l'heo's smooth, round cheek, "wives (io not usually like husband's sisters." "Butt I shall like her, .I know," said Theo. "She has a beautiful name—Jennie Douglas—much prettier than Rose Warner, about whom Mag- gie tabes to me so much." A gathering frown on her grand- ieether's face warned Theo that she had touched upon a forbidden sub- ject, and as .lir. Douglas manifested no desire to continue the converse - 1 I onverse-1I n1, it ceased for a time, Theo w ishiug she "could sec Jenny I>oug- Lis," and George wondering what sh. 3:011111 stere' when she slid sec her! 1'01 a few day's longer he lingered, and care his return it was arranged that early in July Theo should be his hridte. On the naorring of his departure, as he stood upon the :t0;•s atone with Madam Conway, she ed.]: "I think I can rely upon ou, .\Ir. Douglas, not to carry eith- er letter, note oe message from Mag- gie to that young Warmer. I've for - 1 it!( t'.t hint nay house, and I mean What I say." "1 ttssu"C you, 1ua(lanl, she has not asked me to curry either," an- swered George; who, though he knew perfectly well of the secret corres- poudenco, had kept it to himself. You ulistuke, Mr. Warner, I think , ' he continued, after a mo- ment "1 have known him long, and esteem hint highly." "Tasters differ," retuyicd ':liadane Conway, coldly. "No Maur of good breeding would pie sume to cut up any' grandfather's coat, or drink up my beet. wine." "Ire intended 110 dhrespect, I am stere," answe ed (leorgc, "lie only wanted 11 little ft.n with the stages grout st 1, .et." " t was fun for which he will pay most (Awls., though," answered \lu-• c'ul't Conway, as ele bade Mr, Doug- hy.; goo(i-its; 111011, Wall. fug hark to the lots I n•, s4 0 cant lout'.!, sl 0 eking t,) hetes he "Stairs and stripes !' 1'11 tech h hint to cut up my blue l rli e for fun! I wouldn't give hent ',,arg;nret if his .life depended upon a;" nn(1 31! ting down. she wrote to Arthur ('urrollton, asking if he Mal- ty nit1•u,:rd ‘''siting America, and wbtn• C'IIAP'I'Elt \III. he 1 in, t e remainder of the spring, mei .,1., ,.t the old stone house pro- . about as usnul, Maggie writ - .n.; regularly to 1lenry, who as re- v. , is 11, 1433 erect, while old Hagar 1.01!'., a1 -u adroitly that no one sn: t 1e t (1 the se let C0I•t'(eatlpltd4l1Cte, um! .1,0 .1.111 (Conway Vegan to 'tope fee g .,oc,.eaughter had forgotten the 100 us,. 1,acs. Arthur l'turollton 1..,t, .e11it'.1 that 11114 31.it. to Auteri- tu, t ,u..q,11 sure to take place, Watt l.osu,• radeoi;hely. iota so the good lady mud nothing in particular mitre %she'll to busy herself, sate the pitees at Ions for Theo's wedding, w•t.ich was to take place near the 11 sl of July. 'though setting a high value upon 11100 y, 'dutlun► Conway was not 1)01111. 10118, autd the bridal trousseau fee exce.'tl(a anything 11114.1 Theo hail espy: to 1. As the young couple \\•e 1' Hot to keep house for a rima', a moSt elegant suite of rooms had been selected iu a iltyhio0abie hotel; ane, (To be continued.) Children Cry for Fletcher's The EiIi(ll You Raven Always Bought, and which has been. in use for over :JO yealis, has born the signature or and has been made under his per- 1Z4sonal supervision since its infancy. 4' Allow no one to deceiveon in this. .All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just -as -good" are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment. What is CASTORIA Castoria iss harmless substitute for Castor Oil, are .• gorie, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, 'Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy arid natural sleep. The Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend. GEMR>E CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature o The Kind You have Always Bought In Use For OveP 30 Years THF. CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NCW YORK CITY. a Cured of Fetes After 20 'hare Many people have got the impres- sion that piles can only be cured by a surgical operation, with all the at- tendant suffering, risk and expense. There is an easier way; by using Dr. Chase's Ointment. Mr. John M. Bates, ga:derer, St. Laurent, Que., writes:—"I Ind pilos for twenty years, and tried all kinds of ointments and medicines, but they did me no good. It was getting worse and suffering more from the dr: adful itching all the time. I used three boxes of Dr. Chase's Ointment, and to -day I am perfectly cured. Th:rre has not been a sign of the old trouble for six months, and it leaves me in perfect health to -day, whereas I was in agony for about twenty years. I can highly recommend Dr. Chase's Ointment as a positive cure for piles?' Wherever there is itching skin or a sore that refuses to heal you can apply Dr. Chase's Ointment with positive assurance that the results will be entirely satisfactory. 60c a box, at all dealers or Edmanson, Bates & Co„ Limited, Toronto. determining that Theo should not, it point of dress, he rivaled by any of her fellow -hoarders, Madam Conway spared neither time nor money in retaking the outfit 1 effect. So, for we&.S the old stone house: presented a scene of great confusion. Chairs, tables, lounges and piano were piled with finery, on which Anna Jeffrey worked industriously, assisted some- times by her aunt, whom 111adam Conway pronounced altogether too superennuuttd for a governess, and who, though breally a1 excellent scho- lar, ch -ltt, was heTu.f far better pleased with muslin robes and satin bows than with French idioms and Latin verbs. Perfectly delighted, flag joined in the general excitement, wondering occasionally when and where her own bridal would be. Once she ventured to ask if Henry Warner and his sister aright, be invited to Theo's welling, but Madam Conway answered so decidedly in the nega- tive that she gave it up, consoling herself with thinking that she would some time visit ler sister and see Henry, its spite of her grandmother. 'T'llo marriage was very quiet, for c 'Madam Conway had no acquaintance, , and the family alone witnessed the ceremony. At first Madam Conway bad hoped that Mr. and Mfrs. Doug- las, ouglas, senior, together with their daughter fenny, would bo present, and she had accordingly requested George to invite theum,feeling greatly disappointed when she learned that they could not come. "I wanted so hutch to see thein," she said to Mag, "and know whether they are worthy to be related to the Conways. But of course they are- as much so as any American family. George has every appearance of re- finement and high breeding." itfor all that,a "'But his family, m i be as ignorant ns 1"arnier Can- field's," answered lefag; to which her grandmother replied: "You needn't tell me that, for I'm not to be de- ceived o-ceived in such matters. I can tell at a glance if a person is low born, no matter w their education oe ad- vantages t em e a n vantages mnay have been. Who's that?" she added quickly, and, turn- ing urning around, she saw old Hagar, her eyes lighted up and her lips moving with an incoherent sound, not easily understood. Hagar had conte mgt to the wedding and had reached the door of Madame Conway's room just in time to hear the last remark, which roused her at once. "Why don't she discover my tees ret, then," site muttered, "if she has so much discernment. Why don't she 800 the Hagar blood in het'? --for it's there, plain as day;" and she glance JUST PLAY TI1E• GAME. Just piny the game. and play it on the square; Scene men may break the rules—to your despier; But let them do it—any fool can beat Who plays with honest men and stooges to cheat It takes a head to win when playing m air. Dare all the risks Four nerve will let you dare; He fails the worst who relays with too much care. But whether tasting glory or de- feat - Just play the game! Don't bog the chances; no, but take your share; Don t cater to the grandstand folks who stare. 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JOHN JACR(SON.