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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1912-10-10, Page 7TILE WINrxl1A I TIMES, OCTOBER 10. 1912 ICJ MM. b. 0.1••••••=....1"1111.01111110•111011.00111.0111OMMIPMMIMMARMINFERVem.• •:r.;;;;;;;..; ; s 4444;;••••••••1:;.• I .And once, as he lay there thus,' 38; ...... ... - ..... - - ... free••••••••.••«N.•• , he dreamed, and in his dreams there M•• a cart* through the open window et 1114.. clear, silvery voice, breathing the ow. i •« :loved name of Maggi. Again h� e. �Cr�` ... P :'•' Hagar :::: • lowed by a slow, languid tread, and •::: ... ' with a nervous start the sick Man 1 i ..•• l! 0 i :::: "woke. The day had been cloudy •.•• v/•�•r�{}�•� �+ •••• wed dark, but the rain was over. ••: BY 5, M. J. JJVLxt"�+�7 •,;,; now, and the room wag full et sun.' ::1 u >Sake," cc Triumph," tag ' shine—sunshine dancing on the walla I �! Author of I3'or a Woman's Love's ees, sunshine glimmering on the floor, e� ;..I • M " "A " ::„ lunshine everywhere. Insensibly, toa,e Purified by ,511frurin,,, Grass �Vidoiv, there etole over Mr. Carr o lion s •:I: es Woman Against Wonnan," Ete, :: , lenses a feeling of quiet, of rest, anis ...., ::; he slept ere long again, dreaming : this time that Margaret was there. j II a ttU......,.etesets:stsstesat:etaeessateseet:ata•- Yes, Margaret was there—there, be -'1 mentioned 1Tillsda]e.T' neath the same roof which sheltered Thus was that matter r decided and i him, and the same sunshine which j t filled his room with light had bath - while not many miles away Maggie ! ,d her white brow, as leaning from 1 was watching hopelessly for the i her window she listened for the near'. If I do not return to -night you need 'not be alarmed," he said, as he was leaving the room, whereupon Madam Conway called him back, bidding hila "telegraph for Theo at once, as she must have some one with her be- sides that vexatious Jeffrey." lir. Carrollton promised compliance with her request, and then went im- mediately to the depot, where he /earned that no one had entered the cars from that place on the previous night, and that Maggie, if she took the train at all, must have done so at some other station. This was not unlikely, and before the day was passed Mr. Carrollton hqd visited several different statjtons, • and had talked with the conductors of the several trains, but all to no purpose; and, very much disheartened, he re- turned at nightfall to the old stone house, where, to his great surprise, he found both Theo and her husband. • The telegram had done its mission, and feeling anxious to know the worst, George had come up with Theo to spend the nigllt. It was the first time Madam. Conway had seen hire since her memorable encounter with his mother, for though Theo had more than once been home, he had never before accompanied her, and now when Madam Conway heard his voice in the hall below, she groaned afresh. The sight of his good-humored face, however, and his kind offer to do whatever he could to find the fugitive, restored her com- posure in a measure, and she parti- ally forgot that he was in any way connected with the blue umbrella, or the blue umbrella connected with him! Never in her life had Theo felt very deeply upon any subject, and now, though she seemed bewil- . dered at what she heard, she mani- fested no particular emotion, until her grandmother, wringing her hands, exclaimed, "You have no sis- ter now, my child, and I no Margar- et." Then, indeed, her tears flowed, and when her husband whispered to her, "We will love poor Maggio all the same," she cried aloud, but not quite as demonstratively as Madam Conway wished, and in a very un - amiable frame of mind the old lady accused her of being selfish and hard - .hearted. In this stage of proceedings Mr. Carrollton returned, bringing no tid- ings of Maggie, whereupon another. fit of hysterics ensued, and as Theo behaved much worse than Sirs. Jef- frey had done, the latter was finally summoned again to the sick room, whore she hail last succeeded in quieting the excited woman. Tho next morning George Douglas visited old Regale but he, too, was unsuccess- ful, and that afternoon he returned to Worcester, leaving Theo with her grandmother, who, though finding fault with whatever she did, refused toelet her go until Margaret was `found. 1 During the remainder of the weeks ltir. Carrollton rode through the 'country, making the most minute in- .,t}uiries, and receiving always the same discouraging answer. Once he thought to advertise, but from mak- ing the rtair thus public he in- stinctively shrank, and resolving to spars neither his time, his money, !nor his health, he pursued his weary Way alone. Once, too, Madam Con- way spoke of Henry Warner, saying it was possible Maggie might have gone to him, es she had thought se much of Rose; but Mr, Carrollton "know better." "A discarded lover," he said, "was the last person ine like world to whom a young girl • 'Margaret would go, particularly as Theo hltd said that Henry was now .•the husband of another." Still the suggestion haunted him, rind on the Monday following Henry Warner's first visit to Worcester, he, too, went down to talk with Mr. !Douglas, asking him "if it were pose 'sihle that Maggie was in Leomin- ster,' • i "f know she Is not," said George, repeatinif the particulars of his in- terview t:th leen' y, who, he said, was at the store on Saturday. "Once I thought of toning him all, said be, "and then c u i<e nr; thee 'Ma- tions A- tions which n eelV existed them. I concluded to ;seep *dent, es- pecially ea he nuenifrst.'cl no desire te, revel: of her. but appeared, I fancied, (mite uneasythrnT casually coming of Arthur Carrollton, he, with George Douglas, was devising the best means of finding her, George generously offering to assist in the search, and suggesting finally that • last, and the tripping footstep? in he should go to New York city, the hall, the silvery voice upon the while Mr. Carrollton explored Bos- ton and vicinity. It seemed quite probable that Margaret would seek i some of the large cities, as n her' letter she said she could earn her'. livelihood by teaching music; and quite hopeful of success, the young men parted, Mr. Carrollton going zrnmediately to ]loston, while Mr. Douglas, after a day or two,, started for New York, whither, as the reader will remember, he had gone at the time of Henry's last visit to Worcester. Here, for a time we leave them, Hagar raving mad, Madam Conway in strong hysterics, Theo wishing herself anywhere but at Hillsdale, Mrs. Jeffrey ditto, George Douglas threading the crowded streets of the noisy city, and Mr. Carrollton in Boston, growing paler and sadder as day after day passed by, bringing voice, which reminded him of Bing - him no trace of the lost one. Mere, girt, rang through the spacious halls, I say, we leave them, while in ano- until at last the sick man came to ther chapter we follow the footsteps .listen for that party as they passed. of her for whom this search was Thoy were a merry party, he made. thought, a very merry party, and he pictured to himself her of the ring- ing voice; she was dark -eyed, he said, with braids of shining hair, and when as they were passing once, IA the falling water. They had lin- 1 tared on their way, stopping at the'' Thousand Isles, for Margaret would tave it so; but they had come at • Suffered With Nerve Trouble FOR TWO YEARS 'IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO SLEEP Items, was that of the golden -haired Rose, who watched over Margaret with all a sister's love and a moth- er's care. The frequent jokes of the fun -loving 'Henry, too, were not with- out their good effects, and Margaret was better now than she had been for many weeks. "1 can rest here," she said, and a faint color carne to her cheeks, mak- ing her look more like herself than she had done before since that night of sorrow ill the woods. And so three days went by, and Mr. Carrollton, on his weary bed, dreamed not that the slender form, which sometimes through his half- closed door cast a shadow in his room, was that of her for whom he sought. The tripping footsteps, too, went often by, and a merry, childish Mr. Chas. W. Wood, 34 Torrance St., Montreal, Que., writes:—"For two years r had suffered with nerve trouble, and it Was impossible for me to sleep. It did not matter what time I went to bed, in the morning T was even worse than the fright before. I consulted a sector, and he gave me a tonic to take a half hour before going to bed. It was all right fcr a tints, but the old trouble returned with greater force than before. One of the boys who works with rue, gave me half a bet of ltiilbutet's Heart lied Neste Pills. 1 took them, and I got such satisfaction that Igot another bee, and before T finished it I could enjoy sleep from 10 p.nt. until 0 a.m., and now feel good."' Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are a0 cents per box, or 3 boxes tot $1.25, at all dealers, or trailed direct ori receipt of price by the T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. CHAPTER XXIII. From the seaside to the moun- tains, from the mountains to Saran he asked of his attendant if it were toga, from Saratoga to Montreal; not as he had fancied, he felt a from Montreal to the Thousand Isles, pang of disappointment at the an - and thence they scarce knew where! swig, which was: "The girl the the travelers wended their way, young gentleman hears so much has stopping not long at any place, for yellow curls and dark blue eyes." Margaret was ever stoking change. "She is not like Maggie, then," Greatly had she been admired, her he sighed, and when again he heard pale, beautiful face attracting eaten- that voice a part of its music was tion at once; but from all flatteryl gone. Still it cheered his solitude, and he listened for it again, just as he hall done before. Once, when he knew they were go- ing out, he went to the window to see them, but the large stt'aw flats and close carriage revealed no sec- ret, and disappointed he turned away. "It is useless to stay here long- er," he paid; "I must be about my work. I am able to leave and I will go to -morrow. But first I will visit the Falls once more. I may never see them again." Accordingly, next morning after Margaret and Rose had left the house he came down the stairs, sprang into an open carriage, and was driven to Goat Island, which, until his illness, had been his favor- ite resort. Beneath the tall forest trees which grow upon the island there is a rus- tic seat. Just on the brink of the river it stands, and the carriage road winds by. It is a compara- tively^ retired spot, looking out upon the foaming water rushing se madly on. Here the weary often rest; here lovers sometimes come to be alone; almost aimless note, he would come. and hero Maggie Miller sat on that she turned away, saying to Henry! and Rose, "Let us go on." So, onward still onward they went, pausing longest at Montreal, for it was there Arthur Carrollton had been, there a part of his possessions lay, and there Margaret 'willingly lingered, evert after her companions wished to be gone. "He may be here again," she said; and so she waited and watched, scan- ning eagerly the pastels -by, and no- ticing r u h l,t•e face us it am e .red at the teak of lh• heal el.,• c they were staying. I1t:t the one she wait- ed for never carne, "and even if he does," she thought, "he will not come for me." So she signified her willingness to depart, and early ono bright July morning, she left, while the singing birds from the treetops, the summer air from the Canada hills, and, more than all, a warning voice within her bade her "Tarry yet a little, stay till the sun was set," for far out in the country and many miles away a train was thundering on. It would reach the city at nightfall, aid oolong its jaded passengers was a worn and weary man. •hopeless, and why he came he scarcely knew: summer morning, living over again "She would not be there so far from home," he Was sure of that, but he was coming for the sake of what. he hoped and feared, when last he trod those streets. Listlessly he entered the past, which to her had been so bright, and musing sadly of the fu- ture, which would bring her she knew not what. • She had struggled to overcome her the same hotel, from whose win- Pride, nor deemed it longer a dis- dow. for five long days a fair young grace that she was not a Conway. face heel looked for kiln. Llstlesslg Of Hagar, too, she often thought, he registered his name, then careleseIm pitying the poor old half -crazed wo- turn.d tier leaves backward—bask- man who for her sake had borne so ward --backward still, till only one much. But not of her was she remained between his hand and the thinking now. Hagar was shriveled page bearing date Ave days beforee and bent, and old, while the forage He paused and was about to mov} Present in Margaret's mind was away, when a sudden breeze fro= handsome, erect and young, like the the open window turned the remain- gentleman riding by—the pian whose ing Leat, and his eye caught the carriage wheels, grinding into the name, not of Maggie Miller, but of gravelly road, attracted no atten- "Henry Warner, lady and ester." • tion. Too intent was she • upon a Thus it stood, and thus he repeated shadow to heed aught else around, it to himself, dwelling upon the lase and she leaned agttiiist a tree, nor word sister, as if to hitt it bad anee, turned hers head aside, as Arthur ther meaning. Ho had Beard front Madam Conway that neither henry► Warner nor Rose had a sister, but' she might be mistaken; n• pr babi she • was, and d[sn iss!ng the su j ect front' ' his mind, he walked away. Still the names haunted him, and thinking at last that if Mr. Warner Were now in t see Montreal he would like o e him, he returned to the office, asking the e Jerk if the occupants of Nes, •-• Were there still. "Left this morning for the Talie,". was the laconic answer, and without knowing why he should particularly, wish to do so, Mr. Carrollton re- solved to follow them. Ile would as soon be at the Falls as at Montreal, he thought. Accord- ingly he left the next morning for Niagara, taking the shortest route by river and lake, and arriving there on rho evening of the second day af- ter his departure from the city. But nowhere could a trace be found of Henry Warner, and determining ROW to wait until he came, )dr. Carroll- ton took rooms at the International„ where alter a day or two, worn out with travel, excitement and hope de. (erred, he became bevcrely indispos- ed, and took to his bed, forgetting entirely both Henry Warner and the sister, whose Arnie' he had seen upon: the hotel register. Thoughti of Mag- gie .tiller, however, were constantly in his mind, and whether waking et nsleep he lie* always her face, soul*. times radiant with healthful beauty, as when he first beheldher,ani again pale, troubled" and sad, he When he saw her last, "Oh, .hall I ever find ber'!" /tea would sometimes say, es in the dim twilietit he lay listening to the. noisy hum 'whish calve up from the public room below. 1 zt t n en byt h f herself and If she newer C moll o went ; c ooso or. sc , A little further on, and out of ' was found, the house and farm were iimmimmummemisummommammimesiM Alaggie's sight, a refry figure was to be Mr. Carrolton's, This was too seated upon the grass; the flat- was I much for Theo, who resolved to go a thrown aside, enci her curls fell back home on the morrow at all hazards, from her upturned face as she spoke to Henry Warner, But the sentence was unfinished, for the carriage ap- peared in view, and with a woman. s quick perception, Rose exclaims: ' ' its surely Arthur Carrollton!" Starting to her feet, she sprang la - voluntarily forward to meet him, casting a rapid glance around for Margaret. lie observed the move- ment, and knew that somewhere in the world he had seen that Seco be- fore --triose golden curls—those deep blue eyes—that childish form—they were not wholly unfamiliar. Who was she, and why did she advance to 1'11l11 hinny "}lose," said Henry, who would call her back, hose!" and looking to- ward the speaker, Mr. Carrollton 1 now that henry Warner and his bride • were standing there before hitm. 1 u a moment he had joined thein, and though he knew that Henry War- n r had once loved Maggie i1Iiller, he spoke of her without reserve, say- ing to Rose, when she asked if he n ere there for pleasure: "I ant look-. in;; for Maggie Miller, A strange disc. cavery has been made of late, and ::fargaret has left us." '.She is here --bete with us," cried Bose; anti in the exuberance of her joy, she was darting away, when Ifenry held her back until further ex- platluitiors were mlade. This did not occupy then long, for sitting clown again upon the bank, hose briefly told him all sho know; end when with eager joy be asked "Where is she now?" she pointed to- werd the spot, and then with Henry walked away. for she knew that it was not for her to witness that glad meeting. The river rolls on with its heaving swell, and the white foam is tossed toward the shore, while the soft summer air still bears on its wing the sound of the cataract's roar. Gut Margaret sees it not. hears it not. 'There is a spell upon her wiv— e halo of joy, and she only knows that a strong arm is around her, end a 1.0}50 is in her ear, whispering that the bosom on which her weary head !al pillowed shall be her resting - place forever. It had come to hor suddenly, sit - tint; there thus—the footfall upon the sand had not been heard—the sha- dow upon the grass had not been seen, end his prsence had not been felt. till, bending low, Mr. Carroll- ton sail aloud, "My Maggie!" Theo indeed she started up, and turned to see who it was that thus eo much like hint had called her name. She saw who it was, and looking in his face, she knew she was not hated, and, with a moan- ing cry, went forward to the arms extended to receive her. ABSOIUTE SE-GURITY. genuine Carter's Little Liver Pills. !1'iust Bear Signature of See Pee -Simile Wrepper Below. ieeers small said se easy to take as sugar. FOR HEADACHE. FOR DIZZINESS. FOR BILIOUSNESS. FOR TORPID Ltilttt. FOR,,GO$STIPATiOM FOR SALLOW MN. FOR VIE COMPLEXION -- s EzgU r1' MOS?MAYI. MAYOR , late CARTERS 111 w w * * w * * Four guests, instead of one, went forth that afternoon from the Inter- national — four guests homeward bound, and. eager to be there. No more journeying now. for happiness; no MO re searching for the lost; for both are found; both are there—hap- pieces and Maggie Miller. CIIAPTER XXIV. and she had cozn)nenced leaking pee- vexations.- for leaving. when to her great joy her husband came and in recounting to hint 1102 trials, she for- got in a measure how unhappy she had been. George Douglas was vast- ly amused at what he hcurd end re- solved to experiment a little with the lady, who was ,o weak as to no - tire hint only with a slight nod when he first .entered the room. He saw at a glance that nothing in particular was the matter, and when toward night elle lay panting for breath, with her eyes half closed, he ap- proached her and said: "Madam, in case you die—a." "In case 1 die,." she whispered, in- ciignantly. "It doesn't admit of a doubt. "My feet taro as cold as ic- icles naw." •'Certainly," said he. "I beg your pardon; of course you'll die," The lady turned away rather defi- antly for a dying woman, and George continued: '•What. I mean to say is thi:.--if Margaret is never found, you with 'the house to be Mr. Carroll- ? ton's?" "Yes, everything, my wardrobe and all," came from beneath the bed- clothes, and George proceeded: "Mr. Carrollton cannot of • course take the house to England, and as be will need a trusty tenant, would you ob- ject greatly if my father and mother should cove here to live? They'd like it, I---" The sentence was unfinished—the bunches in the throat, which for hours hall prevented the sick woman from speaking aloud, and were even- tually to choke her to death, disap- peared; Madam Conway found her voice, and, starting up, screamed out: "That abominable woman and heathenish girl in this house, in my house! I'll live forever first!" and her round, bright eyes flashed forth their indignation. "I thought the mention of mother would revive her," said George aside to Theo, who, convulsed with laugh- ter, had hidden herself behind the window curtains, Mr. Douglas was right, for not again that afternoon Grid Madam Conway speak of dying, though she kept her bed until nightfall, when an incident occurred which brought her at once to her feet, making her for- get that she had ever Leen otherwise than well. In her cottage by the mino, old Ha- gar had ral•ell, and sung and wept, talking much of Margaret, but never telling whither she had gone. Latter- ly, however, she had grown more value talking far less than hereto- fore, and sleeping a great portion of the clay, so that the servant who at- tendee} her became neglectful, leaving her many hours alone, while she, at the stone Clouse, passed her time more agreeably than at the 'lonesome Impatient, restless and cross, Ma- dams Conway lay in Margaret's room, Scolding Theo, and chiding Mrs. Jef- frey; both of whom, though trying thole utmost to suit her, managed unfortunately to do always just what she wished them not to do. Mrs. Jeffrey s hands were • usually too cold, while Theo's were too hot. Mrs. .1 eflr<•y made the head of the bed too high; Theo altogether too low. In short, neither of them ever did what Margaret would have done hod she been there, and so day after clay the 'ady complained, growing more and more unamiable, until at last. Theo Logan to talk seriously of following .l;ar,aret's example and running away herself. at least as far as Wor- co-,tt r; but the distressed Mrs. Jef- :Fey, terrified at the thoughts of be- ing left there alone, begged of her to stay a little longer, °leering the com- forting assurance that "it could not be f3o heel always, for Madam Con- way would either get better --or something." So 'Theo stayed, enduring with a martyr's patience the caprices of her gran IMO! her, who kept the whole hots held in a constant state of ex- citement, and who at last began to I lauue George Douglas entirely as be- ing the only one in fault. "He didn t half look," she said, "and she doubted whether he knew enough to keep from losing himself in New Yore. It was the most foolish thing Arthur Carrollton had ever done, ' •search!" ri r las 1 Deal' Douglas to Ii it l � I; g 'Melee. him, grandma!" cried Theo. "George offered his services for nothing," and the tears carne to her eyes at this injustice done to her husband. But Madan) Conway Persisted in being unreasonable, and matters grew gradually worse until the day when Margaret was found at the 1'"atlls. On that morning Madam Con- way determined upon riding—"fresh air would do her good," she said, "and they had kept her in a hot chamber long enough." Accordingly, the carriage was brought out, and Madam Conway and she was proceeding farther with caa'efully lifted in; but ere fifty rods her soliloquy, when a peculiar noise were passed the coachman Was order upon the stairs without caught her ed to drive ba'k, as "she could not eat., and raising hereslf upon her el - endure the jolt—she told them she bow, she listened intently to the couldn't all the eilently time," and her eyes sound which came nearer and nearer, turned reprovingly upon poor Theo, and seemed like some one creeping sitting silenin the opposite co)- slowly, Painfully, for she Could hear nsr• at intervals a long drawn breath, or "']'he Lord help mile, if she isn't granaiatici afth a vague feeling of conning hack—so sown, eiglu d Sirs. uireastness she awaited Anxiously th• hut. On the afternoon of which we write she was, tis usual, at the hoist, and though the sun went down, she dill not hasten back, for her patient, she said, was sure to sleep, and even if she woke she did not need much care. Meantime old IIagar slumbered on. It was a deep, refreshing sleep, and when at last she dict awake her rea- son was in a measure restored, and she remembered everything distinctly up to the time of Margaret's last visit, when she said slte was going away. And Margaret had gone away, she was stirs of that, for she remembered Arthur Carrollton stood erne within that room and besought of her to tell if she knew aught of :11aggie's destination. She dict know, but she hacl not told, and perhaps they had not foun:l her yet. liaising herself in bed, she culled aloud to the servant. but there came no an- swer: and for tan hour or more she ive lied impatiently, growing each monit'iit more and more excited. If Margaret were found site wished to know it, and if she were not found it was surely her duty to go at once and tell them where she was. But could she watlis! She stepped upon the. floor and tried. Her limbs trembl- ed beneath her weight, and, sinking into a chair, she cried, "1 can't I can't." Half an hour later, she heard the sound of wheels. A neighboring far- mer was returning hone from. Rich- land, and had taken the cross -road as his shortest route. "Perhaps he will let inc ride," she thought, and hobbling to the door she called after him, making known her request. Won- dering what "new freak" had entered her mind, the man consented, and just as it was growing dark he set her down at Madam Conway's gate, where half fearfully, the bewildered woman gazed around. 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People dreading bereavement, people over whom some vital disaster is impending, are living in anxiety. People concern- ed with the simple problem of getting a living are anxious; those concerned with the complex problem of keeping up appearances are worried. The persons who make much oflittie, who do not discriminate between the important and the unimportant thing of life, and who have never learned self-control, are the worriers. Anxiety is a shadow in the background of your activity, but worry is a miserable little activity itself, The worry of the hen is often ludic- rous. She drops her perfeetlysatisfac- tory morsel and scuttles suddenly to seize that of some other fowl; worry lest she mayelfe missing something has upset herynind, distractdi'r>i occupation, and spoiled her enjoyment. E Many persons resemble the hen. Competition in dress, in entertaining, in the style of living promotes worry. It is not the bills for the necessities of life that are responsible fqr the un- pleasant nervous agitation, the fur- rowed brow, the abstracted reckoning eye. The bills for the secondary and more expensive matters are the disturb- ing ones. Women worry over them, men worry over them, and finally, the men worry because the women worry —and vice versa. Any one who has the courage to sim- plify his life will have no occasion for worry. "Why worry?" asked the sage. It is an unanswerable questiou. . horror the terrified woman cried out, "Fiend, why are you her e?" whi'e a faint voice replied, "I am looking f r Margaret. 1 thought she Was 111 b; d;" and rising up from her crouch - i; g posture, Ilagar Waren] stood Pete to face with the woman. elle had so long der eived. "Wretch!" exclaimed the lattcr. her pride returni.ag es she recognized old Hagar, end tionght, "She is leaggie's grandmother. Wretch, how litre you come lilt° my presence? • cave this room at once," and a )will cry of "Theo, Theo!" rang tirough the bout's, Cringing Tl eo at ,:lee to tee thumb( r, where she et ailed in•olentat•i!y at the sight. which nlet bee view. "Who is it? Who is it?" she ex- .lailncd. "ft's Nagar Warren. Tale her ,affray!" s retuned Madam Conway; :;bile ITagar, raising her viths l e1 hand deprecatingly, said: "hoar. me est. 1)o you know where Margaret el Teas she been found?„ "No, no," answered Theo, bound- ing to her side, while Madan. Con- er tl bent s a"- at „ forgot toeag- erly tr f, symptoms r'rly forward to listen, her , �naptonus ••f dissolution disappearing one by one, as the strange narrative pro- ceeded, and ere its close she was nearly dressed, standing erect as ev- er, he: face glowing, and her ewes lighted up with joy. '.Gone to Leominster! Henry War- ner's hear -sister!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't she add a postscript to that letter and tell as so? though the poor child couldn't think of ev- erything;" and then, unmindful of George Douglas, who at that mo- ment entered the room, she con- tinued: "I should suppose Douglas Might have found it out ere this. But the moment 1 put my eyes upon that wornan, I knew no child of hers would ever know enough to find Margaret. The Warners are a toler- ably good family, I presume. I'll ,^,•o after her at once. Theo, bring my broths shawl, and Wouldn't you wear my satin hood? 'Twill be warmer than my leghorn." "Grandma," said Theo, in utter astonis"hxnent, "what do you mean? iron are surely not going to Leomin- ster to -night, as sick ns you are?" "Yes, I am going to Leominster to -night,-' answered the decided wo- man, "end this gentleman," waving her hand majestically tbtvard George. "Will oblige me inIt by seeing that r ht out. Carriage isboC. the ca gto remonstrate, "Theo teas about When George whispered, "I.et her go: Henry and Rose are l+robably • (To be continued,) .�..-..sl.+-r.. . If you have young children you have perhaps noticed that disorders of the stomach are their most common ail- ment. To correct this you will find Chamberlain's Stomach and Liver Tab- lets excellent. They are easy and pleas- ant to take, and mild and gentle in effect. Fcr sale by all dealers. "Don'ts" for Mothers. Proper care of baby depends almost as much ona you what don't do as what you DO. DON'T rock the baby. DON'T feed it every tima it cri.•s. DON'T take it up every time it cries. DON'T let relatives or visitors pinch or poke or ,:`boo" at it to make it "12.:1,-.. , ice them or latgtl."'' ` • DON'T let the children of the neigh- borhood kiss and visit it. DON'T let flies get into its food or to its skin. DON'T put clothes on the baby which hinders the action of the legs and arms. DON'T dress the baby for show, but for his own comfort and health. DON'T sleep with the baby. I.et him sleep alone where fresh air can reaoh him through an open window. DILA. W. CHASE'S CATAHHH DER sr h seat direct to the diseased tarts 1,}• tl:e l nprored Mower. Ile:es the tl :ore. cleats the air passage',et01•s aro- pingsIn the tliat and d aemeses t• v rams Catarrh and la)1'yeY 'tx. allot; blower tree. Arose no sfibstittttte.. All dealer" nr refr.Anlefy Botta & Co., Limiter", Toronto. Sir William Mackenzie has decided to build a street railway in Stratford.