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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1912-09-26, Page 7TUE NG CAM TIES, SEPTEMBER 26 1912 w.yr•Ve*f}••eeerr:•11111•etti1e+•e+l _ « Ns w•ee►e..... .. a ar ,••. s ecre :: : t e•.. .... ::. •:::: 0..i:. ..•• ::. .• • . , .,,,..,, ..•• ..•• tai •••• .•• ..•• q•e .tit testi. ...•.teteetts 0 0 0 BY MRS. M. J. HOLMES A'11+i'or of "For a Woman's Sake," "Love's Triumph," ".k'tlrifte 1. by Suffering," "A Grass Widow," 44 Woman Against Woman," Etc. e•.• •••. 0111.4. •••• 011.1 :5• 2 S40• •000 ••.. Thus two weeks wont by, and then with the first llfay day., reason re- turned again, bringing life and strength to the invalid, and Joy to those who had so anxiously watched over her. Almost lug first rational question was for Hagar, and if sho !tad been there. e.,,, 1s Confined to her bed with Inflammatory nceuniatieen,'' answered • )fadatn Conway, "but she inquires !ler you every 'day, they say; and Liu. started to crawl on her hands,nce when told you could not live, lend knees to see you, but fainted tear the gate and was carried .lack." ^Poor olid woman!" murmured Maggie, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she thought how strong must be the love that halt-crasod creature bore her, and how little it was returned, for every feeling of her nature revolted from claiming a near relationship with one whom site had hitherto regarded as a servant. The secret, too, seemed harder to divulge, and day by day she put it off, saying to theist when they asked what had so much affected her, that "she could , not tell them yet—she i must wait till she was stronger." l So Theo went back to Worcester I as mystified as ever, and Maggie was left touch alone with Arthur Car- ; r•ollton, who strove in various ways !hp win her from the melancholy into which she had fallen. All day long she would sit by the open window, un• lher large i seemingly fruit ab a ar e e es Ieyes, g now intensely blade, fixed upon va- cancy, and her white face giving no sign of the fierce struggle within, save when Madam Conway, coining to her side, would lay her hand ca- ressingly on her in token of sym- pathy. Then, indeed, her lips would quiver, and turning her head away, she would say, "Don't touch me --don't." To Arthur Carrollton she would listen with apparent composure, though often as he talked, her long, tapering nails left their impress in her flesh, so hard she strove to seem indifferent. Once when they were left together alone he drew her to his side, and bending very low, so that his lips almost touched her marble • cheek, he told her of his love, and ,how full of anguish- was his heart when he thought that she would die. "But Ood- kindly gave you back 'to me," he said; "and now, my precious Margaret, will you be my wife? WVill you go with me to my English home, from which I've tar- ried now too long because I would mot leave you? Will Maggie answer me?" and he folded her lovingly in his arms. • Oh, how could she tell him "No," when every fibre of her heart thrill- od with the answer "Yes!" She mis- took hire—mistook the character of Arthur Carrollton, for though pride was strong within him, he loved the beautiful girl who lay trembling in his arms, better than he loved his pride; and had she told him then. who and what she was, ha would not have -deemed it a disgrace to love a child of Hagar Warren. But Margaret did not know him, and when he said again, "Will Maggie answer me?" there came from her lips a piteous, wailing cry, and turning her face .away, she answered mournfully, "No, Mr, Carrollton; no, I cannot •beeyour wife. It breaks my heart to tell you si}; but if you knew what I know, you would never have spoken to me words of love. You would have rather thrust me from you, for indeed I am unworthy." "Don't you love ate, Maggie?" Mr. Carrollton said, and in the tones of his voice there was so touch of ten- derness that Maggie burst into tears, J and involuntarily seating her head upon his bosons. answered sadly,"I love you so much, Arthur Carroll- ton, that I would die a hundred (deaths could 1 hat make me worthy tor you, as not long ago.1 thought I was. !lot it cannot Wk.. Something terri►)le lies come Let wean us." "Tell me what it is. Let me share your sorrow." he said; but Maggie vet. 1• a v ,l .•".o it,art o tt t t nt an c r 1` , little r Le n e list. eche t•• you are a longer. T1 en 1 vie 1 ell you all, and go none. fcret me" This was all the eel isfaetlee he 1 hL,ht hI + rm.lr n n 11 ., o +' et,.. Was Confined To Bed FOR FOUR MONTHS RHEUMATISM THE CAUSE DOAN'S KIDNEY PILLS CURED HIM .t. seeeestt;t 1ssehhetseet t 111�. 11 Ss promised that if he would not- men- tion the subject to her until the first of June, she would then tell him everything: and satisfied with a pro- mise Which he knew would bo kept, Mr. Carrollton waited impatiently for the appointed time, while Mag- gie, too, counted each sun as it rose and set, bringing nearer and nearer a trial she so touch dreaded. Mr. W. H, Riley, Ruddell, Sask., writes:—"It is with the greatest of pleasure that I can recommend Doan's Kidney Pills to all suffering with rhetnn- atism. I was so bad with this terrible disease, I was unable to get up from my bed for four months and nothing eemed s to relieve me until friend recommended `Doan's Kidney Pills. I had my doubts ;'about them, but was so desperate I would try anything suggested to me. After taking half a box I was able to get yup, and after taking two boxes could get around quite well. After taking sit .hors I was completely cured, and able Oto work ter the first time in five months, and have not had a touch of rheumatism since. Anyune who saw me then would not know me now, as 1 ant so strong and active since taking your valuable medi- a eine," Matti* Kidtfey Pills are 50 cents per box, or 3 boxes for $1.26, at all dealers, ,or mailed direct nn receipt of price by Th T. It1ilburn Co., Limited, Toronto, +Oat. xd ,ordering direct, specify "Doan'!." CIIAPTER. XX, Two days only remained ere the. first of June, and in the solitude of her chamber, Maggie was .weeping bitterly, "How can I tell them who I am?" she thought. ''How boar their pitying scorn when they learn that she whom they call Maggie Miller has no right to that namet— that Hagar Warren's blood is flow- ing in her veins—and Madam Con- way thinks so much of that! Oh, why was Hagar left to do me this great wrong? Why did she take me from the pine -board cradle, where she says I lay, and make me what I was not born to be?" and falling on her knees the wretched girl prayed that it aright prove a dreamt, from which sho would ere long awake. Alas for thee, poor Maggie Miller! It Is not a dreams, but a stern -re- ality, and you who oft have spurned at birth and family, why should you murmur now when both are taken from you? Aro you not still the same beautiful, accomplished and refined, and can you ask for more Strange that theory and practice so seldom should accord. And yet it was not the degradation which Maggie felt so keenly, it was rather the loss of love she feared ; alty could not avail to make her happy. Maggie was a warm-hearted girl, and she loved the stately lady she had Leen wont to call her grandmother with a filial, clinging love, which could not be severed, and still this love was naught compared to what sho felt for Arthur Carrollton, and the git ing up of 111111 was the hard- est part of all. But it must be Cone, she thought; ho had told her one that were elle Hagar Warren's grand hild, he should not be tiding with ler—how nuuh less, then, would he ntal.e that child his wife! encs rather than meet the look of proud d's in in his face would wear, whim err t rec s too& confessed be- fore hint, see i°SethOil to go away tI h• i e 1,) me, Itis d ever hetet] of her o• 111 g, r u 1 en. She m ou:d leave 1,11'114; a I tt.»• ttlling why slie went; and commending to Madam Con - way's care poor Hagar, who had been sorely punished for her in "But whither shall I go, and what sh.,l1 I do when I get there?" she tried, trembling at the thoughts of a world of which site knew so little. 'I'h n, as she etmeml cred how many voting girls of her age scent out' as reerltrre. she determined to go at ill events. "It will be better than iteyina here, where I have tie she thought, and nerving rse'f for the task, she sat down to v Pe the letter, which, on the first of 'June, should tell Madam Conway and Arthur Carrollton the story of her 'birth. It was. a• harder task than she eepposed—writing that farewell; for it seemed like severing every hallow- ed tie. Three tines she wrote, "My dear grandma," then with a throb of anguish site dashed her pen across the revered name, and wrote simply, "Madam Conway." It was a rambling, impassioned letter, full of tender love—of hope destroyed -- of deep despair—and though it *had - owed forth no expectation that Ma- dam Conway or Mr. Carrollton would ever tako,her to their hearts again, it • begged of them most touchingly to think sometimes of "Maggie," when she was gone for- ever. ;Hagar was then commended to Madam Conway's forgiveness anti care. "She is old," wrote Maggie, "her lite is nearly ended, and if you have in your heart any feeling of pity for her who used to call you grandma, bestow it I pray you, on poor old Hagar 1Varrcn.„. The letter was finished, and then suddenly remembering Hagar's words, that "all had not been told,” tosee once feeling itduty and e g her ht brow more the woman who had g her so much sorrow, Maggie stale cautiously from the house, and was soon Walking down the woodland road, slowly, sadly, for the world had changed to her since last she Irod that path. Maggie, too, was changed, and when at last she stood before Hagar, who was now able to sit up, the latter could scarcely recognize in the pale, hag- gard woman the blooming, merry - he l rted girl once known as Maggie Miller, "Margaret," she cried, "you have come again—come to forgive your poor old grass..=- No, no," ohs added. as she salt the look of pain pass over Maggie's face, "I'll never in - isn't you with that naive. Only say that you forgive me, roil! yott, Mise Margaret?" and the ti'etnbling vette was choked With sae, while the aged form shook as with a palsied stroke. Nagar had been ill. Exposure to the damp air on that memorable night had brought on a second se- vere attack Of rheumatiem, which had bent her neatly double. Anx- iety for l,targeret, too, had wasted her to a skeleton, and her thin, sharp lace, now of a corpse -like pal- lor, contrasted strangely with her eyes, from which the *wildness all was gone. 'Pouched with pity, Xtag- «;. arm* ' - oh lr t.+ her side. and ........ ...... ..�� thus replied: "I -do- forgive you, Hagar, for I know that what you did was done in love; but by telling me what you have, you've ruined all my hopes of happineee. In the new laenes to which I go, and the new associations I eha11 form, I may bee come .contented with my lot, but nev-. er can I forget that I once was Mag- gie Miller.,' "Margaret," gasped Hagar, and in her dim eye there was something of its olden fire, "if by new Associa- tions you mean Henry Warner, it Must not be. Alas, that I should tell you this! but henry is your r t r-- la.o he your father's only son. Oh, horror, horror!" and dreading what Margaret Would say she covered her face with her cramped, distorted hands. But Margaret was not so much af- fected as Hagar had anticipated. She had suffered severely, and could not now be greatly moved. There was an involuntary shudder as she thought of her escape, and then her next feeling was one of satisfaction in knowing that she was not quite friendless and alone, for Henry would protect her, and Rose, indeed, would be to her a sister. "Henry Warner my brother!" sho exclaimed. "How cline you by this knowledge?" And very briefly Hag- ar explained to her what she knew, saying that Mester had told her of two young children, but she had for- gotten entirely their existence, and now that she was reminded of it, she could not help fancying that IHester said the step -child was a boy. But the peddler know, of course, and she must have forgotten. "When the baby they thought was yolt died," said Hagar, "I wrote to the minister in Meriden, telling him of it, but I did not sign my name, and I thought that was the. last I should ever hear of it. Why don't you curse me'?" she continued, "Haven't I taken from you your in- tended husband, as well as your name?" Maggie understood perfectly now why the secret had been revealed, and involuntarily she exclaimed : "Oh, had I told you first this nevem need have been;" and then hurriedly she explained to the repentant Hag- ar how at the very moment when the dread confession was made, she, Maggie Miller, was free from Henry, Warner. From the window Maggie saw in the distance tho servant who had charge of Hagar, and dreading the presence of a third person, she arose to go. Offering her hand to Hagar, she said: "Good -by. I may, never see you again, but if I do not, remember that I forgive you free- ly.. "You are not going away, Maggie, Oh, are you going away!" and the crippled arms were stretched implore ingly toward Maggie, who answer- ed: "Yes, Hagar, I must go. Hon- or require. me to tell Madam Con- way who I am, and after that, you know I cannot stay.. I shall go to my • brother." Three times old Hagar essayed to speak, and at last, between a whis- per and a moan, she found strength to say: "Will you kiss me once, Mag- gie, darling? 'Twill be something to remember in the lonesome nights when 1 am all alone. Just once, Maggie. Will you?" Maggie could not refuse, and glid- ing to the bowed woman's side, she put back the soft hair from off the wrinkled brow,and left there to oxen - of her forgiveness. The last May sun had set, and -era the first June morning rose Maggie Miller would be nowhere found in the home her presence had made so bright. Alone, with no eye upon her save, that of the Most High( she had visited the two graves, and while her heart was bleeding at ev- ery throb, had wept her last adieu ever the sleeping t ust so long held veered as her mother's. Then kneel- ing at the other grave, she rnurruur- ed, "Porgies me, Beeler iron!Iton, 1! in this' parting hour my heart clings most to her whose ,memory 1 was first taught to revere; and it et the better world you know and liege each other, oh, will both htese z:.d pity me, poor, wretched Meseie 3erl" Softly the night air moved through the musical pine oversited- cwing the humble grave, while the ss:oonli}rht, flashing from. the tail inerhie, which stood a sentinel out•• the other mound, bathed hteggia's upturned face as with a lame of :tory, and her throbbing 'meet, grew Still as if, indeed, at that hushed moment the two mothers had come ABSOLTE SECURITY, Cenufne Carter's Little Liver Pills Must Bear Signature of See 1?ac-SImlle Wrapper Below. Veer email end as eesy to lake as imefarw•. FOR HitADACHt•:. FOR DIZZINESS. FOR DILIOUSNE$L FOR TORPID LIVER. FOR CONSTIPATION FOR >1ALtOM1 tKIN. root THECOMPLEXION otortvxrtra touotoovo_golimUR[. p.*rc ' Vegetame."ViSoi wve. CURtlr SICK HEADACHE. to ties* their child. The partini with the fleetd was over, and Margar- et sat again in bee room. She did not add to her letter another line telling of her discovery, for she did not think of it; her mind was too intent upon escaping unobserved; and wlreu sure the family had retired, sho n owed cautiously down tho etairs„ Noiselessly tinlccked the door, and %% Montt once during to look hack, keit site should waver in her purpose, see went forth, heartbroken and alone, from what t•) for eighteen happy appy emirs had been her home, Very rap- idly :he proceeded, coaling at las ur open field through which the railroad ran. the it••,)ot being nearly a quarter of a Talk away. Not un- til their had she rodreted that her nepeurance at the station at that Ir )t,r of the nl et world excite su- s:.ieion, and Abe wu.e beginning to f.;l uneasy, when sadaenly around a tette the cars appeared in view. Petting lest 81:o should be too late, •he quicl.ened her footsteps, when t) her great surprise she saw that :he train was stopping! But not for her they waited. In thr •right moon- ileht the engineer had discovered a body lying across the track and had :•tapped the train in time to save the life c.f the nrane who, stupefied with drunkcnncss, had fallen asleep. Tho movement startled the passengers, many of whom alighted 'and gather- ed around the inebriate. In the meantime Margaret had come near, and knowing she could not now reach the depot in Mime, sho mingled unobserved in the crowd, and entering the car, took her seat near the floor. The train at last moved on, and aS at the station no on save the agent was in waiting, it .s not strange that the conductor passed 'unheeded the veiled figure which in the dark corner sat ready to pay her fare. "He will conte to me by and by," thought. Maggie, but he did not, and when Worcester wan reached she was still debtor to the Boston & Al- beny Railroad for the sum of seven- ty cents. 'Bewildered and uncertain Meet to do next, she stepped upon the i latform, deciding finally to re- main at the depot until morning, when a train would leave for Leo- ntiei'.ter, where she confidently ex- t eevil to find her brother, 'faking a seat in the ladies' room, she aInutile ned herself to her sorrow, wondering what Theo would say could she see her then. But Theo, though dreaming, it may be, of Maggie, dreamed not that she was near, and so the night wore on, Vargaret sleeping toward daylight, tool dreaming, too, of Arthur Car- rnllton, who she thought had follow- ed her—nay, was bending over her now and whispering in her ear, "Wake, Maggie, wake." Starting up. she glanced anxiously around, uttering a faint cry when she saw that it was not Arthur Car- rollton, but a dark, rough -looking stranger. who rather . rudely asked "whe; a she wished to go?" "To Leominster," she answered, turning her face fully toward the reran, who became instantly respect- ful, telling her when the train would leave, and saying that she .must go to another depot, at the "sante time asking if she had not better wait at some hotel. But Maggie preferred going at once to the Fitchburg depot, which she accordingly did, and drawing her veil over her face, lest some one of her few acquaintances in, the city should recognize her, she sat there until the time appointed for the cars to leave. Then, weary and faint, she entered the train, her spirits in a measure rising as she felt that she was drawing near to those who would love hien for what she was and not for wYat she bad been. Rose would comfort her, and already her heart hounded with the, thought of seeing one who she believed was her brother's wife, for Henry had writ- ten that ere this his homeward voy- age was made, Rose would be his bride. Ah. Maggie! there is for you a greater happiness in store—not a brother, but a sister—your father's child is there to greet your coming. And even at this early hour her show -white fingers are arranging the fair June blossoms into bouquets, with which she adorns her house, Raying to him who hovers at her side, "that somebody, she knows not whom, is surely coming there to -'day:" and then; with a blush stealieg over her cheek, she adds: "I wish it might be Margaret;" while Henry, with a peculiar twist in his comical mouth, winds his nein around her waist, and playful= ly responds, "Any one save her." CHAPTER XXI. i overlooking Ona cool piazza a oua lop ng a handsome flower garden, the break- fast table was tastefully arranged. It was Rose's idea to have it there, and in her cambric wrapper, het golden curls combed smoothly back, and her blue eyes shining with the light of a new joy, she occupies her arc -stoned seat beside one who for several happy weeks has called her his, loving her more and more each day, and wondering how thoughts of any other could ever have filled Ids heart. There was much to be done about his home, so long de- serted, and as hose was determined upon a trip to the seaside, he had made .arrangeitnents to be abseil% from his business for two months or more, and was now enjoying all the happiness of a quiet, domestic life, free from care of any kind. He had heard of Maggie's illness, but she was better now, he supposed, and tehett Theo hinted vaguely that a marriage between her and Arthur t :struliton was not at all improb- able, he hoped 41 would be so, for the T'tiglisittoan, lie knew. was far ..etuet' heel ted to Margaret than he had es er been. Of 'l'heo's hints ho was speai.ing to flow, aft they sat tugetii.r at breakfast, and she had ,.rrswered, "it will be a splendid mat, h." when the door -bell rang, and the scr1ant Aonotine d: "A lady i.a the Parley, Who asked for 11r. 1 crater." ••I told you some one Would conte," said hose; "do pray see Who i� N. lluw dove she look, Janet?" "Tali, white as a ghost,' with hig, black eyes," was Janet's answer; and with his curiosity awakened, lienry Warner started for the parlor, Rose following on tiptoe, and listen- ing through the half-closed door to what their visitor aright say. Margaret had a rperienced no di111- culty in finding the hoiise o! Mrs. Warner, which ecenied to /me a se- cond Paradiee, so beautiful and cool it looked, nestled amid the tall, green forest trees. Everything' around it betotene.l the fine taste of its occupants, and Maggie, es t,ho reflected that she, too, Was nearly •i this Tamil • felt her with connected1 t � . Hounded pride„in it measure soothed, for It was surely no disgrace to (Intuit such people as her 'Wendt'. e" i''h a beating heart, she rung the ,e:1, asking for Mr. Warner, and now, trembling its every limb, elle i,waited his coming. JIe was not prepared to meet, her, and at fleet e did not know her she •svgs so changed; lett when, throwing aside her bonnet, she turned Pee face so the light. from the window opposite drone fully upon her, he rccogniied hor in a moment, and exclaimed, "Margaret, Margaret Miller! why Ore you here?" '1'he words reached hose's ear, and, t d within darting forward, she s oa v the door, just as Margaret, stagger- ing astep or two toward Henry, answered passionately, "1 have come to tell you what i myself but re- cently have learned;" and wringing her hands despairingly, she contin- tiecl: "1 sun not Maggie Miller, I am not anybody, I am Hagar War- ren's grandchild, the offspring of her daughter and your own father! Olt, Henry, don't you see it ? I am your sister. Take me as such, will you? Love the as such, or I shall surely die. I have nobody now in the wide world but you. They are all gone, all—Madam Conway, Theo, too, and --and--" She could not ,speak that name. It died upon her lips, and tottering to a chair she would have fallen had not Henry caught her in his arms. Leadiitg her to the sofa, while Rose, perfectly confounded, still stood within tho door, he said to the half -crazed girl: "Margaret, I do not understand you. I never had a sister, and my father died when I was six months old. There must be some mistake. Will you tell me what you mean?" Bewildered and perplexed, Marg- aret began a hasty repetition of Hagar's story, but ere it was three- fourths told, there came from the open door a wild cry of delight, and quick as lightning, a fairy form flew across the floor, white arms were twined round Maggie's neck, kiss after kiss was pressed upon her lips, and hose's voice was in her ear, never before half so sweet as now, when it murmured soft and low to the weary girl: "My sister Maggie— mine you are—the child of my own father, for I was Rose Hamilton, called Werner, first to please my aunt, and next to please my Henry. Oh, Maggie darling, I am so happy now"; and the little snowy hands smoothed caressingly the bands of malt, so unlike her owu fair waving tresses. It was, indeed, a time of almost perfect bliss to them all, 'and for a iuouient itlar;gar'et forgot her pain, which, had J1agar linown the truth, recd not ]lase come to her. But she s.:ntccly regretted it now, when she felt Hose 11'n 'ner'S heart throb- Lfng against hor otvn, and knew their father svgs the same. "You are tired, Bose said, at length, when much had been said by both. •'You must have rest, and then 1 will 1 ring you to my aunt, our aunt, T1i11ggii' -our father's sisr ter. She has been a mother to etc. She will be one to you. But stay," :he continued, "you have had no hreakfust. I will bring you some," end she tripped lightly front the o..m. Maggie followed her with cwiaa- nling eyes, than turning to Hoary,:he raid: "You are very happy, I alit SU1•e." he answered, coring to her side.. happy in my wife, happy in my newly -found sister'," and' he laid his hand on hers, with something of his former familiarity. But the olden feeling was gone,, and Maggie could now tweet his glance without a blush, while he could talk with her as calmly as if she had never been aught to him save the sister of his wife. Thus o1 ten changeth the human heart's first love. After a time, Rose returned, bear- ing a silver tray heaped with the most 'tempting viands; but Maggie's heart was too full to eat, and after drinking actp of the fragrant 1 ck tea,which Rose herself had made, , she laid her head upon the pillow, which Henry brought, and with Rose sitting by, holding lovingly her. hand, she fell into a quiet slumber. For several hours she slept, and when ahe awoke at last, the sun was shining in at a western window, casting upon the floor a gtimmering light, and reminding her so forcibly of the dancing shadows on the grass which grew around the old stone house, that her eyes filled with• tears, and thinking herself alone, 1 she murmured, "Will it never be my home again?" A sudden movement, the rustlimdy of a dress, startled her, and Biting up her head she saw standing near a pleasant -looking. middle-aged aro- man, who, mho rightly guessed, was Mrs Warner,her oven aunt. "Maggie," the lady said, laying her hand on the fevered brow, have heard a strange tale to -day. Heretofore I had supposed Rose to he my only child, but though you take are by surprise, you are not the less welcome. There is room in my heart for you, Maggie Miller, room for the youngest born of my only brother. You are somewhat like him, too," she Continued, "though more like your mother;" and with the mention of that name, a flush stole over the lady'* free, lo* she, too, was very proud, and her brother's marriage with a servant girl had never been quits forgiven. Mrs. Warner had seen much of the world, and Maggie ka9w hu' to 1?s sr immismonsamarmanagoommosimalionalli iIIIIIIIIg1111111VI11111111C11:11111ttS M11111(IIt111A111iiilmw gefable1reparationforAs- slmilating theToodandRe uta- ti11g thoStomflrhs and.Bowels of .i,,r�T/iva3'rrf�i t+. 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You must net the buildine-up pro- cess started, so that, inat'ad of being a little weaker .,t the end of each day. y eu rill find the balance on the other side and know that pat ata gradually getting •atrcng and well. Pr. CI.ese's 1'; . r ee Food will help you wonderfully if you only give it a r"'tinehle Chanel. Ae the system is bei]t up you will find such symptom, beedeehe, sle:•)]•:ee'l's and indi- gestion lenvirg yu. You will find the old encr' y coming back. The mind and body will better serve you. and you will see a new pleasure in life. 1?r. Chese's Nerve Food, 50c a box, h for ;x2.50, at all deniers or Edman- t:nn, Bates & Co.. Limited, Toronto. woman of refinement, a woman ar whom even Madam Conway would not be ashamed: and winding her arms around her neck, she said, tee- puIsively. I am glad you are my aunt, and you will love me, I a:a sure, even if I am poor Ilagar•'s grandchild." Mrs. Warner knew nothing of line- ar, save from henry's anr1sing seription, the entire truth of whi 1 she somewhat doubted; but e!.'• knew that whatever Hager Warr. n might be, the beautiful girl before her was not answerable for it, and very kindly she tried to soothe her, telling her how happy they would 1,5 together. "Rose will leaf a me in t' .t autumn," she said, "and with, :it. you 1 should he all aline." (1 Hagar, too, she spol•e 1•indly, ccs: - Aide ctely, r nd Mate le, 11 teeing to her, felt sonrewh t reconciled to tee fate whi-h had made her what s'el. was. Still there was mucic of pri.te to overcome etc she could calr•ly think of herself as other than We- deln Conway's grandchad: and wilt n that afternoon, as Henry and R• ea with the latter sitting t were s g w her. spoke of her mother, saying she had a faint remembrance of a tall, handrom,o girl, who sang her to sleep on the night when her own mother, died,there came a visi'+!e shadow over Maggie's face and in- stantly changing the conversation, sation, sho asked why Henry had never told her anything definite concerning him- self imself and family. For a moment Henry seemed em- barrassed. Both the Hamiltons and the Warners Were very aristocratic in their feelings, and by mutual con- sent, the name of Hester Warren was by them seldom spoken. Consequent- ly, if there existed a reason for Hen- ry's silence With regard to his own and Rose's history, it was that he disliked bringing up & subjeet he had been taught to avoid, both by his aunt and the mother of Idr. Hamil- ton, who for several years after her son's death had lived with her daughter in Leominster, where sho finally died. This, however, he Could hot say to Margaret, and aft- er a little hesitancy he answered, laughingly, "You never asked me for any particulars; and then, you know, I was Moro agreeably oceu- piod than I should hero been had I spent my time in enlightening you With regard to our genealogy," and the saucy mouth sailed archily, first on 'Rose and then on Margaret, both Of whom blushed slightly, the one suspecting he had not told her the whole, truth, and the other knot ing he hsd not. (To be confirmed.) MUST WORK TOGETHER. If you saw a man throwing sand at your plate glass window, it would not worry you very much, would it? But if you saw him massing the par- ticles of sand into an adhesive ball with the aid of a little lime and water, you would know that the sand thus cement- ed together, would go through that window when it was hit. And you would immediately begin to figure on your insurance. If all the men in this country were to start out, each on his own responsibili- ty, to conquer another nation, that na- tion would not have much to fear, would it? But if these same men went out to- gether under efficient leadership, they would be practically resistless. So it is with the community. A single individual, however, earnest and ambitious in his desires to advance the welfare of his community, can do little more than agitate. An entire community of indivirluals prompted by the same desire but acting each on his own initiative, and without regard to what the others were doing, will accomplish little more. But actuated ter the same desire, and working collectively fcr the same pur- 1 ose—ah, that is another story. Our town is entitled to the confi- dence, loyalty and hearty support of everybody in the community. .li An article that has real merit should in time become popular. That such is the case with Chamberlain's Cough Remedy has been attested by many deal- ers. Here is one of them. H. W. Hen- drickson, Ohio Falls, Ind., writes "Cham- berlain's rough Remedy is the best for coughs, colds and croup, and is my best seller." For sale by all dealers. FOUNDING A SHEEP FLOCK. Since the new edition of the bulletin "Sheep husbandry in Canada" was is- sued a few weeks ago, there has been a constant stret:m of requests for it flowing into the Publications Branch at Ottawa. A great mar. of the appli- cants >li- Y 11 cants state that they are just commerc- ing, or are about to commence, sheep raising and tie t they wish to learn how die a hock successfully. e.c sfully. This ha c to n bulletin eontairs a chapter specially prepared for such persons describing how best to establish a flock of com- mercial sheep. The author, Mr. J. B. Spencer recommends a flock of fifteen ewes as the minimum for a farm of one hundred act es. Such a flock can be increased with experience, but not beyond twenty to twenty-five unless it is desired to make a special business of sheep -raising. With the management and care described in the bulletin, nn increase through lambs can be expect- ed of from 150 to 175 per cent and it should be the latter. The early weeks of autumn is stated to be the best time to purchase ewes as then one can select those that have raised good lambs. Before the present edition of the bul- letin is fully exhausted a still further one will be ordered so that no one need hesitate about ordering a copy which will be sent free to all who apply for it to the Publications Branch. Depart - Ment of Agriculture, Ottawa. Fred Partridge, a Turkish and Cri- Mean War veteran, died at Cornwall.