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The Wingham Times, 1912-11-07, Page 7TIE MOAN T)!ti S, NOVH;vN n, 7 1912 i • 3PurifiedBYbS MARY J. ` f NOL S I 1�• � r iii ME ► y e 4 g6766**45.4644.14 *.4.44U Morris, in spite of the pain tuggin' at his heart strings, laughed Aleut; ,as he rejoined, "I have no doubt he did; but go on -what next?" "He said more about my joining the party than anybody, and I am Very sure ho paid the bills." "Oh Katy," and Morris started as if he had been stung, "I would ra- ther have given Linwood than have you thus indebted to Wilford Cam- eron, or any other mast," "I 'could not help it. I did not mean any harm" Katy said, timide ly, explaining hots she had shrunk from the proposition which Mrs. Woodhull thought was right, urging it until she consented, and telling how kind 11Ir. Cameron was, and !how careful not to remind her of her indebtedness to him, attending to and anticipating every want as- if •she had been his sister. "You would line Mr. Cameron, Cousin Morris. He made me think 'of you a little, only he is prouder," and Katy's hand moved up Morris's coat sleeve till it rested on his shoul- der. Perhaps no," Morris answered, feeling a .growing resentment to- wards one who it seemed to him, 'had done him agreat wrong. But Wilford was not to blame, he reflected. He could not help admir- ing the bright little Katy -and so 'conquering all ungenerous feelings, he turned to her at last, and said: "Did say little Cousin TCitty like Wilford Cameron?" Something in Morris's voice start- led Katy strangely; her hand came +down from his shoulder, and for an instant there swept over her an emo- tion similar to what she had felt -when with Wilford Oasneron she rcunbled along the shores of Lake George, or sat alone with hint on the deck of the steamer which carried them down Lake Champlain. Morris had always been her bro- thee, and she did not guess that she was more to hires than a sister, so she answered frankly at last: "I guess I did like hien a little. I couldn't help it, Morris, You could not either, or any one. I be- lieve Mrs. Woodhull was more than +half in love with him herself, and .she talked so much of his family ; .they must be very grand." "Yes, I know those Camerons," ewes Morris's quiet remark. "What! You don't know Wilford?" 'Katy almost screamed, and Morris 'replied: "Not Wilford, no; but the mother and the sisters were in Paris, and I met them many times." "What were they doing in Paris ?'t Katy asked, and Morris replied that he believed the immediate object of (their being there, was to obtain All best medical advice for a little pian grandchild, a bright, beauti 'bey, to whom some terrible accidtlp 'had happened in infancy, proventf This walking entirely, and making hi inoarly helpless. Ilis name was Jam. •ie, Morris said, and as he saw that Katy was interested, he told her 'how sweet -tempered the little fellow was, how patient under suffering, .and how -eagerly he listened, where Morris, who at one time attended hiin, told him of the Saviour and this lovo for little children. "Did he get well?" .Caty asked, 'her eyes filling with tears at the picture Morris drew of Jamie Cam- eron, sitting all day long in his -wheel-chair, and trying to comfort 'his grandmother's distress, when the torturing instruments for straighten- • ing his poor hack were applied. "No, he died one lovely day in •October, and they buried hien be - math the bright skies of France," WHOOPING COUGH LEFT A NASTY, DRY COUGH. 'odors Could Do No Good. Mrs. A. Mainwright, St. Mary's, Ont., writes:—"I feel it my duty to write and tell you the good your Dr. Wood's Nor- way Pine Syrup did for my little boy. IHC had whooping cough, which left him , with a nasty, dry hard. cough. I took him to several doctors, but they did him no good, and I could see my little lad failing day by day. I was advised to take hien to another doctor, which I did, and be told me he watt going into a decline. 'I tvaa telling a neighbour about it and she. told me to�getabottle•of Dr. Wood's ' Nortwayy Pine Syrup, and give it to him 'regularly. She then got to tell me how much good it did her children, so I got a bottle, and gave it to my little boy, and' . was so pleased with the result that I bought another one, and by the time he bad•flniehed it he had no cough. He is rte* fat and strong, and I would not be without a bottle in the house ea an . account." W Whooping cough genera begins si a common cold, acc ailed With ccI log and a slight discharges from o� u•� BAI� the n ee. It is,as a rule,moreo (a child's trouble but aIle effects adults. Dr. Wo id's Norway Pine Syrup it a sure preventative it taken iii tilt e a i I i1 altro a positive eure for any of the after elixlecte. + "Dr. Wood's" is put up in a yellow wrapper, three pine trees the: trade mark', price 25 and b0 cents. , t+ Manufacitlffedd only by The T. Milburn Cr., Limited, Toronto, Ont. • Morris said, and then Katy as'itpd about the mother and sister,. "Were they proud, and did he like them. much?" "They were very proud," Morris said, "but they were always . civil to him," and Katy, had she berg, watching, might have seen a slight flush on his cheek as he told her of the stately woman, Wilford's moth- er, of the haughty Juno, a beauty and a belle, and lastly of Arabella, Whom the family nicknamed Blue- bell, from her excessive fondness for books, and her contempt for the fashionable life her mother and sis- ter led. It was evident that neither of the young ladies werd wholly to Morris's taste, but of the two, he proferred Bluebell, for though imperious and self-willed, ahe had some heart, some principle, while Juno had none. P ij was Morris's opinion, and it dia- tut'hed little Katy, as was very perceptible, a front the nervous tapping or her foot upon the carpet and the tvorking of her hands. "Ifow would I appear by the side of those ladies?" she suddenly etsk- d o her countenance changing as Morris replied that it was almost im- possible to think of her as associated with the Camerons, as she was whol- ly unlike them in every respect. "I don't believe I shocked Wilford so very inuch," Katy rejoined, re- proachfully, while again a heavy pain shot through Morris's heart, for he saw more and more how Wil- ford Cameron was mingled with ev- ery thought of the young girl, who continued: "And if he was satisfied, his mothers and sisters will be. Anyhow, I don't want you to make Me feel stow different 1 ani from them," There was tears now on Katy's faco4 and casting aside all selfishness, Morris wound his arae around her, and smoothing her golden hair, just as he used to do when she was a child find came to hiin to be sooth- ed, he said gently: "My poor Kitty, you do like Wil- ford Cameron: tell me honestly -is it not so?" "Yes, 1 guess I do," and Katy's voice was a half sob, "1 could not help it, either, he was so kind, so - I don't know what, only I could n.>t he!n doing \that he l,uc:e t:.e. \th,., if he had said, ',lump or, ems )anti Katy Lennox.' 1 rho ild huvi' chute it, f know -,het is, i( his ores h d been upon nu-, they contra) 1. d me so absolutely. Can you imus ne what I mean?" "Yes, I understand. There was thu same look in Bell Cameron's eye, a kind of mesmeric influence which commanded obedience. They idolize Wilford, and I daresay ho is worthy of their idolatry. Ono thing tot least is in his favor -the crippled Jamin, for whose opinion I would give all the rest, seemed to worship iJncle Will; talking of him continual- ly, and telling how kind he was, sometimes staying up all night to carry him in his twins when the pain in his back was more than usutilly severe. So there must be a good, kind heart in Will Cameron, and if my Cousin Kitty likes him, as she says she does, and he lik;'s her as I believe he must, why, I hope—" Morris Grant could not finish the sentence, for he did not hope that Wilford Cameron would win the gem he had so long coveted as his own. He might give Kitty up because she loved another best. He was generous enough to do that, but if he did it, she must never know how much it cost him, and lest he should betray himself, he could not to -night talk with her longer of Wilford Cameron. It was time, too, for Katy to go home, but she did not seem to remember it until Morris suggested to her that her mother might be uneasy if she staid away much longer, and so they went to- gether across the fields, the shadows all gone from Katy's heart, but ly- ing so dark and heavy around Mor- ris Grant, who was glad when he could leave Katy at the farm -house door and go back alone to the quiet library, where only God could witness the mighty struggle it was ,for him to say: "They will bo dome." And while ho prayed, Katy in her humble bedroom, with her head nestled close to lielen's neck, was telling her of Wilford Cameron, mho, when they went down the rap- ids, and she had cried with fear, had put his arm around her trying to t111'et• her, and who once again on the mountain overlooking Lake (George, had held her hand a moment while he pointed out a splendid view seen through the trees. And Helen, list- tn'ng, knew that Katy's heart was lust, and that for Wilford Cameron to deceive her now would bo a creel thing. CttAP'CER I1I. The day succeeding Katy Len- nov's return to Silverton writs rainy and cold for the season'? the storm extending as far westward as the rity of New York, and making Wit - ford Cameron shiver as he stepped from the Iludson River cars into the carriage waiting for him, first greeting pleasantly the white -gloved driver, who closing the carriage door, mounted to his beat and drove hie handsome bays in the direction of No.-- Firth Avenue. And Wilford, leaning back among the cushions, thought how pleasant it was to be home again, feeling glad, Cts he fre- quently Aid, that the home was in every particular uneweeptihnable. The CRlnterolsap lie knew we'•e en old and •highly respectable family, while it was his mother's pride that, go back as far as one might, on either side there could not be found aBingle blemish. ! 11,or t member •whom a C 1 of to be ashamed. On the Cameron side there were millionaires, merchant princes, bankers, and stockholders, professors and scholars, while on hers, the Ros- siter side, 'theme were LL.1),'s and D. D.' s, lawyers andclergymen, Y ne a auth- ors th- ors and artists, beauties and belies, the whole forming an illustrious line P ancestry, Lncestt'v admirably represented b Y 1 .tea and sustained by the present fancily of °tunerous, occupying the brown- stone front, corner of--- Street and I''ifth Avenue, where the handsome carriage stopped and a tall figure ran quickly up the marble steps. There was a soft rustle of silk, a delicat() odor of perfume, and from the • luxurious chair before the fire kindled in the grate. a lady rose and advanced a step or two towards the parlor d:ror. In another moment she was kissing the young pian bend- ing over her anti saluting her as a mother, kissing hint quietly, proper- ly, a1: the Cameron's always kissed. home again; for ho was her favorite She was very glad to have Wilford child; and brushing the rain drops from his coat, she led him to the fire, offering him her own easy -chair, r and starting herself 1'S t hes.lt i tt .t 11 1. of - b ,1 an- other. But Wilford held her back, and snaking her sit down, he drew an ottoman beside her, and then asked her first how she hlul been then where his sisters were and if his father had come home -for there was a father, a quiet, unassuming man, who stayed all clay in Wall Street. seldom coning home in time to carve • at lids oWir tanner tlibhe, and when he was at home, asking for nothing except to be left by his fash- ionable wife and daughters to him- self, free to smoke and doze over his evening paper in the seclusion o1 his own reading -room. As Wilford's question concerning his sire had been the last one asked, so it was the last one answered, his mother parting his dark hair with her jeweled hand, and telling him first that, with the exception of a cold taken at the Park on Saturday afternoon, she was in usual health -second, that Juno was spending a few days in Orange, and that Bell had gone to pass the night with her particular friend, Mrs. Meredith, the most bookish woman in New York. "Your father," the lady added, "has not yet returned; but as the dinner is ready I think we will not wait." She touched a silver bell beside her, and ordering dinner to be sent up at once, went on to ask her son con- cerning his journey, and the people ho had met, but Wilford, though in- tending to tell her all, would wait till after dinner. So, offering her his arm, he led her out to where the table was spread, widely different from the table prepared for ICaty Lennox among ' the Silverton hills, for where at the farm -houses there had only been the homely wares com- mon to the country, with Aunt Bet- sy's onions served in a bowl, there was here the finest of damask, the choicest of, china, the costliest of cut -glass and the heaviest of silver, with the well-trained waiter gliding in and out, himself the very person- ification of strict table etiquette, such as the Darlows had never dreamed about. There was no fri- casseed chicken here, or flaky . crust, with pickled beans and apple -sauce ; no custard pie with strawberries, and rich, sweet cream„ poured from a blue earthen pitcher; but there were soups and fish, and roasted meats, and dishes with French names and taste, and dessert elaborately gotten up, and served with the utmost pre- cision, and Mrs. Cameron presided over all with lady -like decorum, her soft, glossy silk of brown, with her rich lace and diamond pin in perfect keeping with .herself and her sur- roundings. And opposite to her Wilford sat, a tall, dark, handsome man, of thirty or thereabouts - a man, whose polished manners, betok- ened at once a pe efect knowledge of the world, and whose face, to a close observer, indicated how little satis- faction he had as yet found in the world. He had tried its pleasures, drinking the cup of freedom and hap- piness to its very dregs, and though he thought he liked it, he often found himself dissatisfied and reach- ing after something which should retake lite more real, more worth the living for. He hull traveled all ever Europe twice, had visited every spot worth visiting in his own country, had been a frequenter of every fash- ionable resort in New York, from the skating -pond to the theatres, had been admitted as a lawyer, had opened an office on Broadway, ac- quiring some reputation in his pro- fession, had looked at more than twenty girls, with the view of mak- ing them his wife. and found these, al he believed, alike fickle, selfish, I ifi sal and hollow -hearted. n rt c a short, while thinking far more of family, and accomplishments, and style, than he ought, he was yet heartily tired of the butterflies who Pitted so constantly around him, of- fering to be caught iC' he would but stretch out his hand to catch them. This he would not do, and disgusted with the world as he saw it in New York, he had gone to the Far West, roaming awhile amid the sol- itude of the broad prairies, and find- ing there touch that was soothing to him, but not discovering the fulfill - nicht of the great want he was craw- itlg until coming back to Canandaig- ua, he niet with Katy Lennox. He had srttiled wearily when asked by Mrs. 'Woodhull to go with her to the examination then in ,tuggers at the Seminary. There Was nothing there to interest him, he thought, as Ln- i slid and Algebra, French and Rhetor- le were beogotte things, while young school -misses, in braided hair and pantalettes, were shockingly insipid. I Still, to be polite to Mrs. Woodhull, a childless, fashionable 'woman, who patronized Canandalatta geberaIly j and Katy Lennox in partictlldlby, he consented, and soon found hilnselt in the crowded rooln, the cynosure of inany eyes as the Whisper ran round+ chat the fine-looking Man With 1ltre. Woodhull *sot Wilford Cameron, from blew York, brother to the proud, 1 dashing Juno Cameron, who once spent a few weeks in town. Wilford knew they 'were talking about him, but he did not care. and assuming as F > easy an attitude as possible, he leaned back in his chair, yawned in- dolently until the class in Algebra was called, and Katy Lennox came tripping on the stage, it pale blue ribbon in her golden hair, and her simple1o dress of r hrtc relieved byn o ornament except the cluster of wild flowers fastened in her belt and at her Circuit. C d tl t > tt. But Katy needed no orna- ments to make her more beautiful than she was at the moment, when with glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes, she first burst upon Wilford's vision, a creature of rare, bewitching beauty, such as he had never dream• eel about. Wilford had met his destiny, and he felt it in every throb of blood which went. rushing through his veins. "Who is she?" he asked of Mrs. Woodhull, and that lady knew at Duce whom he meant, oven though he had not designated her. An old acquaintance of Mrs. Len- nox when she lived in East Bloom - lit la, Mrs. Woodhull had petted Katy ti out the first day of her arrival in ( en tudaigua with a letter of intro- d'uatiou to herself frotn the ambitious mother, .and being rather inclined to -m king t'•atch a r, she had Kuty in her 1..ind est n she urged Wilford to ac- e.11tptuty her to the Seminitry. Ac- rnrd!nbrly ilte answeeed hint at once: "•.hat is Keay L(t:nox, daughter of Judge Lcnt.o•t, alio died in East 1.•toomfield a few years ago. Pretty, i:, rho not?" Wilford dict not answer her. IIe 1.11 neither eye nor ear for anything save liftty acquiring herself with a good, deal of credit as she worked out a rather difficult problem, her ei:uplcd white hand showing to good advantage against the deep black of the board; and then her voice, soft- toned and silvery, as a lady's voice huuld be, thrilled in Wilford's ear, awaking a strange feeling of dis- 1 _tiet, as if the world would never again be quite the same to hint that it. was before he met that fair young girl now passing from the room. Mrs. Woodhull saw that he was in- terested. It was time he settled in life. With the exception of wealth and fancily position, he could not fnrl a better wife than Katy, and she would do what the could to bring the marriage about. Accordingly, having first gained the preceptress's ••onsent, Katy was taken home with h •r to dinner. And this was how Wilford Cameron came to know little Katy Lennox, the simple -hearted child, who blushed so prettily when first presented to him, and blushed again when he •tru.iscd her recita- tions, but who after that forgot the di;terence in their social relations, !nugli'ng and chatting as merrily in his, presence as if rice had been alone with Mrs. Woodhull. This was the - great charm to Wilford.. Katy was so wholly unconscious of herself or what he might think of her. that he could not sit in judgment upon her, and he • watched her eagerly as she sported and flashed, and sparkled, filling the room with sunshine, and putting to rout the entire regiment of blues which had been for months harassing the city -bred young man. If there was any one thing in which Katy excelled, it was music, both vocal and instrumental, a taste for which had been developed very early, and fostered by Morris Grant, who had seen that his cousin had every advantage which Silver- ton could afford. Great pains had been given to her style of playing while in Cnnaddaigua, so that as a performer on the piano she had few rivals in the Seminary, while her bird -like voice filled every nook and corner of the room, when, on the night after her visit to Mrs. Wood- hull, a select exhibition was held, Katy shinging as the one bright star, and winning golden laurels for beau- ty, grace, and perfect self-possession, from others than Wilford Cameron, who was one of the invited auditors. ,Irmo herself could not play like that, he thought, as Katy's fingers flew over the keys, executing se bril- liant and difficult piece without a single mistake, and receiving the ap- plause of the spectators easily, nat- urally, as if it were an everyday oc- currence. But when by request she sang "Comin' through the Rye," Wilford's heart, it he had any before, was wholly gone, and he dreamed of Katy Lennox that night. wondering all the ensuing day how his haughty mother would receive the young school girl as a daughter, wife of the son whose bride she fancied, must be equal to the first lady in the land. And if Katy were not now equal site could be made so, Wilford thought, wondering if Canandaigua. were the best place for her, and if she would consent to receive a year or two years' tuition from him, pro- vided her family were poor. He slid not know as they were, ,but he would ask, and he did, feelinga pang of regret when he heard to some extent how Katy was circumstanced. Mrs. Woodhull had never been to Sil- verton, and so she did not know of Uncle Ephraim and his old-fashioned Sister; but sbe know they Were poor, that some relation sent Katy to school; and she frankly told Wilford so, adding as she detected the sha- dow on his face, that one could not expect everything. and that a girl like Katy was not to be found ev- ery day. Wilford admitted all that, growing more and more infatuated, until at last, he consented to join the traveling party provided Katy joined it too, and when on the morn- ing of their depat•tnre for the Falls he seated himself beside her in the car, ho could not well have been hap- pier, unless she had really been his wife, and he 50. much .wished she teas, It Was a most delightful trip. and Wilford Was better satisfied with him' self than he had ever been before in years. itis past life was not all free from error, and there were unary said memories haunting him. hut with Katy at his side, seeing what he snot, admiring what he admired, and doing what he bade her do. he gave the liygones to wind, feeling only an intense desire tie clasp the girl in his urine, and bear her array to some spot %here with her pure, fetch ore all his own, he could begin that world anew, and retrieve the past which he lost.. This was when 13 was with Katy Away from her he could remeMber the difference sn their position, and prudential motives be- gan to make themselves beard. Nev- er but once had he taken an im- portant step without consulting ng Itis smother, and the trouble in whit h that had involved slim, warned hint to bo more Cautious another time. And this was why Katy carne bacti to Silverton unengaged, leaving bet heart with Wilford Cameron, who would first seek advice with les mother ere committing himself by word. Ile had seen the white-MI.1 'l man waiting for her when the train stopped at ,Milverton, but standin t there as he did, with his silvery locks parted In the centre, and thud• ing his honest, open face, rive h•'aixn looked like some patriarch of old, rather than a man to be de- spised, and Wilford felt only respect for reran nut:1 he saw Katy's amus wound so lor,ngly around his nece as she called hien Uncle blph. That ei;;ht gt'ate'I harshly, and Wilford felt glad that he was not hound to h r by any pledge. Very curiously he looked atter the couple, witnessing the rneetine, of Katy and old Whitey, and guessing rightly that, the corn- colored orn- s t d vehicle wasthe nee co.0 a o I e scut to transport Katy home. IIe was very moody for the remainder of the route between Silverton and Albany, whore he parted with his Canaaulaigun friends they going on to the westward while he stopped all night in Albany, where he hail some business to trans- act for his father. IIe was Intending to tell his moth - Jr everything, except that he paid Katy's bills. Ho wooed rather keep that to himself, as it might shock itis mother's Sense of propriety and inak r e he think n less of Katy;after so dinner was over, and they had re- turned to the parlor, be opened the :subject by asking her to guess what took him ori so suddenly with Mrs. 1, oodhull, Tine aiothdr did not know -unless - and a strange light gleamed in her eye,. as she asked if it were some girl,' ..Yes, mother, it was," and with - any reservation Wilford frankly told the story of his interest in Katy Len- nox. Tie admitted that she was poor and unaccustomed to society, but he loved her more than words could ex- press. "Not as I loved fiencvra," he said, and there came a look, of intense pain into his eyes. In Wilford's voice there was a tone warning the mother that opposition would only feed the flame, and so she offered none directly but heard hien patiently to the end, and then quietly questioned hint of Katy and her family, especially the last. What did he know of it? Was it one to dee tract from the Cameron line, kept untarnished so long? Were the rela- tives such as he never need blush to own even if they came there into their drawing rooms as they would conte if Katy did? Wilford thought of Uncle Ephraim as he had seen him upon the plat- form at Silverton, and could scarce- ly repress a smile. as he pictured to himself his another's consternation at beholding that man in her drawing room. But he did not mention the deacon, though he acknowledged that Katy's family friends were not exact- ly the Cameron style. But Katy was young: Katy could be easily moulded, and once away from her old associates his mother and sisters could make of her what they pleased. "I understand, then, that if you marry her you do not marry the family," and in the handsome mat- ronly faee • there was an expression from which Katy would have shrunk, could she have seen it and under- stood its meaning. "No. I (lo not marry the family," letlfurd rejoined emphatically, but the expression of his face was differ- ent from his mother's, for where she ihonght' only of herself, not hesitat- ing to trample on all Katy's love of i•on'," and friends, Wilford remembei.•- ed Katy, thinking how • he would make amends for separating her wholly from her home as he surely meant to do if he should win her. •'liid I tell you," he continued, "that her father was a judge? She must lie well connected on that side. And now, what shall 7 do?" he asked playfully. "Shall I propose to Katy Lennox, or shall I try to forget her?" "I., should not do either," was Mrs. ('ameron's reply, for she knew that trying to forget her was the surest way of keeping her in mind, anti she dared not confess to him how deter- mined she was that Katy Lennox should never be her daughter if she could prevent it. •'Let nutters take their course for a while," she said, "sunt see how you feel after a little. We are going to Newport the first of August, and per- haps you may rind sorrel dy thele infiuitely superior to this Katy Len- nox. 'I'lutt's your father's ring. L'e is earlier than %Neal to -night. 1 would not telt hint yet, till you are mor,. decided," and the lady w' nt laistilt out into the hall to tweet her huseend. A moment more and the r l'ler ram - iron 11 pea; eft --a S'101.1, septet• Man, with a face spanned writ lin •s of rare tt±ttl eyes much like Wi t r•1's, 51111' that t1)' shaggy e; rin't> t1: rase them tt diet reit exit o•sion, I ie 1tit \e!'y glad to 5,0 his son. tho'1„I, he merely shoo his halal, est iplr wept no1s'n1e took him off a, o• -ed 11i.e 1.nt.es W;th Mrs. Woodhull, and 11nn- derine if women were ne er happy tnnless they were chasing after fa - loon. '1 he rider (.'nincrotn nes e• 1- dentl}• not of his wife's troy of ittt�, let hint, go on 1:11 :l }'e twins thr.'sij'hn and then, tti'h tt'o most intro,:ed mien, sngg';wied 'bet his (Motor \11)111(1 bo cold. 7 e tine )telnst0nu•d to that and so 1•e slid Mit mind, but he hurried.. thr'n e'1 ills loads.. meal to -night, for thll.o.d v - hot.u', and the father 11 as nit%a, happier alien he knew his sun \:,os in the house. C1TAI'TEIt IV ,eaty had welted very nnniously for a letter front Wilford, and as trio weeks went by and nothing ratite, it *hada* 3ittd fallen plop her Write luttlllti!illI- 11' III 1!Iilll.q:lltl!117'illl'lli!111114t!tll!_� i1---- - 9 1ors, OP IIIII I n a : �.i - AAet 2.tableYreparationfor lls- slinilating theFoodandReguula- Ling the.Stnmarhs and•Bowe of 'iMIZEOZEIMEMNI Fxomotes'Digestion,Cheerful- ness and lies t.Contai ns neither 0 luln,Morphine nor /Tinest tl. NOT NARCOTIC. 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Even the light household duties she used to enjoy so much, were irksome to her, and she enjoyed nothing except going with Uncle Ephraim into the fields where ahe could sit alone while he worked near by, or to ride with Morris as she sometimes did when he made his round of calls. She was not as good as she used to be, she thought; and with a view of making herself better she took to teaching in Morris and Ilelen's Sunday School, greatly to the distress of Aunt Betsy, who grocuird bitterly when both her nieces adopted the " Episcopal quirks," forsaking entirely the house where. Sunday after Sunday, Iter o!d- fashioned ieghorn, with fktded ribbon of green was seen, bending down in the humble worship which God so urocele approves. But teaching in Sunday School, taken by itself, could not make Katy better, and the old rest- cs5ncss remained until the mottling ,then, sitting on the grass beneath the apple -tree, she read that Wilford i'anuel•on was coming; then evtry- 'hing 11(18 (*hanged and Katy neter 'o •not the brightness of that (ley u•heit the robins sang so Merrily tbove her head, and all nature seem- ed to sympathize with her joy. There was no shadow around her now, no- thing but hopeful sunshine, and with t hounding step she sought out Mel- on to tell her the good news. ITel- 'n's first remark, however, was a chill •tpon her spirits. "Wilford Cameron coming here ? What will he think of us, Ivo are so unlikn" WilPordehi'st?letter had been delayed so that the morrow was the clay ap- pointed for his coming, and never was there a busier afternoon at the farm -house than the one which fol- lowed the receipt of the letter. Everything not spotlessly clean be- fore was made so now, Aunt Betsy, in her petticoat and short gown, go- ing down upon her knees to scrub the hack door -sill, as if the city guest were expected to notice that. On Aunt Hannah and Mrs. Lennox devolved the duty of preparing for the wants of the inner man, while Helen and Katy bent their energies to beautifying their home and mak- ing the most of their pain furniture. The "spare bed roosn," kept for company, was only large enough to admit the high -post bed, a single chair, and the old-fashioned wash- stand, with the hole in the top for the bowl, and a drawer beneath for towels; and the two girls held a consultation as to whether it would not be better to dispense with the parlor give altogether, and that room to their visitor. But this was veto- ed by Aunt Betsy, who, having fin- ished the back door -sill, had now come round to the front, and with her scrubbing brush in one hand and her saucer of sand in the other, held forth upon the foolishness of the girls. "Of course, if they had a beau, they'd want a t'other room, else where would they do their sparkin'?" That settled it. The parlor must lema1111 as it was, Katy said, and Aunt Betsy went on with her scour- ing, while Helen and Katy consulted together how to retake the huge feather -bed more like the mattresses to which Wilford must be accustom- ed. ileien's mind being the more suggestive, solved the problem first, and a large comfortable was brought from the box in the garret and fold- ed carefully over the bed, which, thus hardened and flattened, "seemed' like a mattress," Katy said, for she tried it, feeling quite 'welt satisfied with the room when it was finished. And certainly it was not uninviting with its strip of bright carpeting up. on the floor, its vase of flowers upon the stand, end its, white -fringed cure thin sweeping MIAfrom the narrow window. r,a •...••.,, (To be oonbinutcilh HAD Bit OLS ON FACE MD BODY WAS TROUBLED FOR 8 YEARS. Boils in themselves are not a dangerous trouble,. but still, at the same time are very painful. They are caused entirely by bad blood, and to get rid of them it is absolutely accessary to put the blood into good con- dition. • • For this purpose there is nothing to equal that old and well known blood medicine, Burdock Blood Bitters. Mrs, James Magcean, Floral, Sask., writes:—"I was troubled for eight years with boils on my face and body, and I tried everything I could think of. My neighbors told me to drink water off of sour corn meal, but I kept getting worse until one day a woman in town asked me why I didn't try Burdock Blood Bitters. My husband got me two bottles, and before one was gone my boils had all dis- • appeared, and I feel like a different woman. I can't tell you how thankful I am for your medicine. I will recommend it to all suffering women." Manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. - ROUSED THE: f.U017:i:CL. A Mining Camp Meloarama With en Unexpected Climax. Joseph Jefferson ustel to city tied his career cause very etear be!Hg n.; pea 1n the 11uc1 In sum11 1:esto:•n erten lie ` at that titap was 11 nleiube! 1,1 a 51111111 pioneer cowpony 1t 111,11 ll: u;:re.5t'a t' menu• of throe "111111 tennis • fr0111 11ie i mining vamp to ailat:l.I Tao 11 ere ahvllys hr:1•t111 re•'e11e1 by the luta ers and eow11oys, 111114 realll!1 paid the $5 lu geld reg1111l•'! 1', 1t itut•ss their perfermnta-e lit elie•sou etas iht• traditional 1111'10(1 a seine , •tbun awl 1n the lata a• t 1,:-t;;,;r: •••i ,. 10a3:1.1:• "tilt. . tllt.l 't .1.• ' ...7n, .• 1 '1i 't ler, • hen,' ,ui it>i 11'1'5, 1•aela.e5 '1,111 tee e. e"d Inst es he Is 11151111 to eeenpe• aloe brei e fru1Ness •11,4 triton a revel VII' t'11011 flus 71:1'1 ural epenitati t!!1 had gone well until (1)1•..'4•11e %; ns 1• a hell. and tee ai4111'11ri• 1.1:11. •'1 r. h•. ' anti n@l ei I,pl,'tr s,1`ti Hi* 7111.1 e! I i, I1 9v al performative. '4.1 a5 11 . ,..;:i•enud At the crack ut the ttutther"s re% lover. however, the spell Was rudely broken. "By hpun'on 5111. cursed hits:" n red shlrted miner in the front row shout- ed. drawing lits own six shooter and reaping to his feet. "Round to the bark door and heted him off 'fore he can nit a hoss, limed" he yelled. and. following him, hittf the audience stam- peded for the exit. The excitement was finally allayed by the "mother" and the villain ap- pearing band In hand before the cur- tain and the manager's explanntton of the situation. When the performance had been concluded the audience in- sisted on paying another admission price and having an immediate repe- tition from beginning to end. rile I, 1'. l i,.t.rrwl, Juan after the tall of 1'lo.mfouteln soldiers aero e.111.1 117101), awing to the scarcity et Citi hats, to work the railway. The %teary mets tyre, lying in camp one night titter a herd day's Work, t\hln a :e•gennt '•ai'e4 out: "Any of ton tarn nate, to put emir names clown es rtlpotter:, tlriv- el's, stokeI$. or fur eny eclat 11 pointment in Couaection nail the railway?" Tho sileneo wes 1•rotee only by snort s. 'i'h'•n ora' 'roomy slowly tu. , 41 7)18 heed and droit: ily twitter- ed: "Put lite down as A sle-N art"