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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1912-12-12, Page 7T11F WIXGRAM TI ; i ,t, i�it.cl, 'all 12 1912 " F` '+R i" zit` * 42 444 4 i 41) • Purified* * BY •�.� MARY 3. tXOI.MES, Suffering is .IJ • .CJ 656. .�J ltforris could speak ho kindly of one who was his rival. "Not of myself could f do it," a Morris said; "but I trust in One who .[says 'As thy clays shall thy strength be, and Ile, you know, never fails." There was a fresh band oI sympa- thy now between Morris and Helen, and the latter needed no caution against repeating what she had dis- covered. The secret was safe with her, and by dwelling on what "in have been," she forgot to think so hutch of what was, and so the. fust ,•slays after Katy's departure were more tolerable than Site had thought ,tt pcsasible for theist to be. At the ,dose of the fourth there came a short note from Katy, who was still .in Boston at tate Revere, and i,orfect- ly happy, she said, going into ecsta- sies over her husband, the hest in the world, and certainly the most genet, - .Ona told Ittcitdgent• "Such beautiful things as I ant having made," she wrote, "when 1 already had more than I needed, and so i told hint, but he only smiled a queer kind of smile `as he ,•laid: 'Very true; you do not need there.' I wonder then why he gets the more. ,Oh, I forgot to tell you how much I like his cousin, " . 1Iasvey, who boards at the Rett..•, and v,houi \i'ilford consults about lay dress. I tun somwhat afraid of her, too, she is so grand, but she pets ate a great deaf and laughs nt my speeches. nit•. Hay is here, and 1 think hint splendid. '•lly the Way, Ilelen. I heard hits tell Wilford that. yon bad one of the lest shaped heads he ever saw, and that he thought you decidedly go•xi ooking. I must tell you now of the only thing which troubles we in the least, ore 1 shalt get used to that, ' suppose. It is so strange Wilford meter told ine it word until she came. Think of little Katy Lennox with a .waiting -maid, who jabber's French ' half tine time, for she speaks that language as well as her own, having been abroad with the family once before. That Is why they sent her to me: they knew her services would be invaluable in Paris. Her name is Esther, and she came the day after we did, and brought me such a beau- tiful mantilla from Wilford's mother, and the loveliest dress. Just the pattern was fifty dollars, she Said. "The steamer sails in three days, ,and I will write again before that time, sending it by itfr. Ray, who is • to stop over one train at Linwood. Wilford has just comp in, and says X have written enough for now, but I must tell you he has bought me a diamond: pin and earrings which Esther, who knows the value of ,everything, says never cost less than five hundred dollars. "Your loving, Katy Cameron." "Five hundred dollars!" and Aunt • Betsy held tip her hands in horror, while Helen sat a long time with the tetter in her band, cogitating upon its contents, and especially upon the part referring to herself, and what Ilfark Ilay had said to her. Every human heart. is susceptible of battery, and Helen's was not an exception. Still with her ideas of city sten she could not at once think favorably of Mark Ray, just for a few complimentary words which might or [night not have been in earnest, and she found herself look- ing forward with nervous dread to the time when he would stop at Lin- wood, and of course call on her, as he would bring a letter from Katy. Very sadly to the instates of the farm -house rose the morning of the .day when Katy WAS to sail, and as if they could really see the tall mese. AWAY TO A SHADOW. ��FELL ,Aft Her Peopte Thought Shelia CONSUMPTION. 4.10 been crying. He asked me whatI. • ge dogrewn. up him costa - had fenc Inade My eyes so red, And when X ally,sand sitting down upon to Stay, listened to all Aiark had to stay, would not tell him he took me with Between the old and young man him to the silk store and bade me there seemed at once a mutual lik- got what 1 liked. Oh, he is the ing, the former saying to himself as dearest, kindest husband, and I love Mark went on, and he resumed his hint all the more because 1 am the work: least bit. afraid of hire. "I most wish it was this chap with "And now I must stop, for Wilford Katy on the sea. I like his looks says so. Dear Ilelen, dear all of the best," while Mark's thoughts you, I can't help crying as I say were: good-bye. I3erneinber little Katy, and if she ever did anything bad, don't lay it up against her. Kiss Morris and Uncle Ephraim, and say how much X love them. Darling sis- ter, darling mother, good-bye." This was Katy's letter, and it brought a gush of tears from the four women remembered so lovingly in it, the mother and the aunts steal- ing away to weep in secret, without ever stopping to look at the new dresses sent to them by Wilford Cam- eron. 'l'hey were very soft, very handsome, especially Helen's rich • golden brown, acid as she looked at it she felt tt thrill of satisfaction in knowing it was hots, but this quick- ly passed as she took out one by one the garments she had folded with so much care, wondering when Katy would wear each one and where she would be. "She will never wear them, never -- they are not fine enough for her now!" she exclaimed, and as she just then came upon the little plaid, she laid her head upon the trunk lid, while her tears dropped like rain in among the discarded articles con- demned by Wilford Cameron, It seemed to her like Katy's grave,.: and she was sobbing bitterly, when a step sounded outside the window, and la voice called her nano. It was Morris, and lifting up her head Helen said Passionately: "Oh, Morels, look! ho has sent back all Katy's clothes, which you bought and I worked so hard to make. They were not good enough wear,ai for his wife to and so he in- stilted us. Oh, ICaty,' I never fully realized till now how wholly she is lost to us!" "Helen, Helen," Morris kept say- ing, trying to stop her, for close be- hind him was Mark Ray, who heard her distinctly, and glancing in, saw her kneeling before the trunk, her pale face stained with tears, and her dark eyes shining with excitement. Mark, Ray understood it at once, feeling indignant at Wilford for thus unnecessarily wounding the sensitive girl, whose expression, as she sat there upon the floor, with her face upturned to Morris, haunted him for months. Mark was sorry for her—so sorry that his first impulse was to go quietly away, and so spare her the mortification of knowing that ha had witnessed that little scene; but it was now too late. As she finished speaking her eye fell on him, and coloring scarlet she struggled to her feet, and covering her face with her hands wept still more violently. Mark was in a dilemma, and whis- pered softly to Morris: "I think I will leave. You can tell her all I had to say," but Helen heard hint, and mastering her agitation, she said to him: "Please, Mr. Ray, don't go—not yet at least, not till X have asked you of Katy. Did you sec her off? Has she gone?" Thus importuned Mark Ray came in, and sitting down where his boot almost touched the new brown silk, he very politely begat to answer her rapid questions, putting her entirely at her ease by his pleasant, affable manner, and making her forgot the littered appearance of the room, as she listened to his praises of her sis- ter, who, he said, seemed so very happy, and attracted universal ad- mitation wherever she went. No al- lusion whatever was made to the trunk during the time of Mark's stay, which was not long. If he took the next train to New York, he had but an hour more to spend,. and feeling that Helen would rather he spend it at Linwood he soon arose to go. Offering his hand to Helen, there passed from his eyes into hers a. look which had over her a strange- ly quieting Influence, and prepared her for a remark which otherwise might have seemed out of place. "I have known Wilford Cameron for years; he is my best friend, and I re- spect him as a brother. In some things he may be peculiar, but he will make your sister a kind hus- band. IIe loves her devotedly, I know, choosing her from the throng of ladies who would gladly have taken her place. I hope you will like him for my sake as well as ICaty's.t'. His warts hand unclasped front Helen's, and with another good-bye he was gone, without seeing either Mrs. Lennox, Aunt ITannah or Aunt Betsy, This was not the time for I Submit to the powers that be; but extending acquaintance, 11e knew, every chalice get hereiu my room and rte went away with. Morris, feel- every them off and throw them on ing that the farmhouse, so far as the floor, where Wilford has stumbl- be could judge, was not exactly what ed ever them two or three times. \Wilford had pictured it. But then -This afternoon the dresses cams he cane fol a wife, and I did not," hare, and they do look beautifully, . he thought, while Helen's fare came while every pee has belt, and gloves before him as it looked up to Morris, altd ribbons, and sashes, and laces of the vessel which was to bear her away, the eyes of the whole family were turned often to the eastward with it wistful, anxious gaze, while on their lips and in their hearts Were earnest prayers for the safety of that ship and the precious freight it bore. But hours, however sad, will wear themselves away, and so the day went on, succeeded by the night, un- til that too had passed and another day had come, the second of Katy's ocean life. At the farm -house the work was all done up, and Ilelen in her neat gingham dress, with her bands of brown hair bound about her head, sat sewing, when she was startled by the sound of wheels, and loolting up saw the boy employed to carry packages ft'orn the express of- fice, driving to their door with a trunk, which he said had come that morning from Boston. In some surprise Helen hastened to unlock it with the key which she found appended to it, The trunk was full, and over the whole a linen towel wits folded, while on the top of that lay a letter in Katy's hand- writing. directed to Helen, who, sit- ting down upon the floor, broke the seal and read as follows: "Boston, June —, Revere House, Nearly midnight, "My Dear Sister Ilelen: I have just come in front a little party given by one of Mrs. Harvey's friends, and I am so tired, for you know I ani not accustomed to such late hours. The party was very pleasant indeed, and everybody was so kind to me, espe- cially Mt'. Ray, who stood by me all the time, and who somehow seemed to help ate, so that 1 knew just what to do, and was not awkward at all. I hope not, at least for Wilford's sake. "You do 'not know how grand and dignified he is here in Boston among his own set; he is so different from what he was in Silverton that I should be afraid of hint if I did not know hew much he loves rho. He shows that in every action, and I am perfectly happy, except when I think that to -morrow night at this time I shall be on the sea, going away from you all. Here it does not seem far to Silverton, and 1 ofteisy look towards home Woutiet ing Mutt you are doing, and if you ioiSS ate any. 1 wish T could see you once before I go, just to tell you all how much I love you—more than 1 ever did be- fore, I am sure. "And now l conte to the trent. I know you will be surprised at its contents, but you cannot he more so than I frits when Wilford said I must pack there up and send them bac-k— ali the dresses you and Marion wane." "\o, ort not" and Ilelen felt her strength leave her wrists in one sud- den throb as the letter dropped frour her hand, while she tore off the linen covering and saw for herself that Katy had written truly. She could not weep then, but her face was white as marble as she again took up the letter and com- menced at the point where she had broken off. "It seems that people traveling in Europe do not need many things, but what they have must be just right, and so Airs, Cameron wrote for Mrs. Ilarvey to see to my wardrobe, and if I had not exactly, what was pro- per she was to procure it. It is very funny that she did not find a single proper garment among them all, when we thought them so nice. They were not just tho'*tyle, she said, and that was very desirable in Mrs. Wit- • ford Cameron. Somehow she tries to impress me with the idea that M:s. Wilford Cameron is a very dif- ferent person from little Katy Len- nox, but I can see no difference ex- cept that I aha a great deal happier and have Wilford all the time. "Well, as 1 was telling you, I was measured and fitted, and my figure praised, until my head was nearly tarred, only I did not like the hor- t Id stays they put on me, squeezing ate up and making mo feel so stiff. Sirs. Renew says no lady does with- out therm, expressing much surprise that I had never worn there, and so Mrs. Wm. Martin, Lower Ship Harbor tot, N.S., writes:—" t am sending you a testimonial of my cure by Dr. Wood's +Norway Pine Syrup. Last May I took !1 cold, and it settled on my lungs. I gbt t' dib bad I could not rest at night. I had two doctors to treat Ise but got no relief. "All of my people .thought 1 bad Cdnsnsnptioil. I had fatten ftway to a Shadow. I had given up all hoped of ever getting better again until my daugh- ter went to a store one day and bought late A bottle of Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. After taking half of it I felt better, so I got two More, and thanks to theca I ens well to -day, and able to do piny house Work. I cannot day too much in its praise, and I shaft Always keep it in the house." Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup con* tans all the lung heeling virtues- of the famous Norway fine tree which makes it the very beet preparation for Coughs, 'Colds and all Throat and Lung Troubles. flee that yeti get "Dr. *cod's" when ,you oak for it. There are many 'mite. :tions on the market. • Price, 26 and 60 cents, See that the name, This T. Milburfs 044 Limited, On the yellow *Yapper. "Will need not bo ashamed of that man, though I don't suppose I should really want him corning suddenly in among a drawing room full of guests: " Afore; : did not feel much like en- tertaining Mark, but Mark was fully competent to entertain himself, and thought the hour spent at Linwood a very pleasant one, half wishing for some excuse tarry longer; but there was and so at the ap- pointed time bade Morris good- bye and on his to New utk.. to none, he went way CIIAETER XII, if Katy's letters, written, one on hoard the steamer and another from I.audou, were to be trusted, she was us nearly perfectly happy as a young bride well can be, and the people at the farm -house felt themselves more ttncl more kindly disposed towards 1; Ilford Cameron with each letter re- ceived. They were going soon into the northern part of England, and from thence into Scotland, Katy wrote front London, and two weeks after found them comfortably settled et the inn et Alnwick, near to Aln- wick a ctstle, Wilford had seemed very anxious to get there, leaving Loudon before Katy was quite ready, attd hurrying across the country un- til Alnwick was coached. lie had been there before, years ago, he said, .but no one seemed to recognize him, though all paid due respeet to the distinguished looking American and his beautiful young wife. An en- trance into Alnwick Castle was easi- ly obtained, and Baty felt that all her girlish dreams of, grandeur and magnificence were more than realized here in this hone of the Percy's, where ancient and modern styles of architecture and furnishing were so blended together. She would never tire of that place, she thought, but Wilford's taste loci him elsewhere, and he took more delight in wander- ing arounc! St. Mary's church, which stood upon a hill commanding a view of the castle and of the surrounding country for miles away. Here ICaty also calve, rambling with him through the village graveyard where slept the dust of centuries, the gray, mossy tombstones bearing date back- ward for more than a hundred years, their quaint inscriptions both puzzl- ing and amusing Katy, who studied them by the hour. One quiet summer morning, how- ever, when f he heat was unusually great. she felt too listless to wander about. and so sat upon the grass, listening to the birds as they sang above her head, while Wilford, at some distance from her, stood lean- ing against a tree and ti. inking sad, regretful thoughts, as his eye rested upon the rough headstone at his feet. "Genevra Lambert, aged 22," was the lettering upon it, and as he read - it a feeling of reproach was in his heart. while ho said: "I hope I am not glud to know that she is dead." IIe had conte to Alnwick for the sole purpose of finding that humble grave—of assuring himself that after life's fitful fever, Genevra Lambert slept quietly, forgetful of the wrong once done to her by him. It is true he ht',d not doubted her death before. but as seeing was believing, so now he felt. sure of it, and plucking from the turf above her a little flower growing there, he went back to Baty and sitting down beside her with his arm around her waist, tried to de- vise some way of telling her what he had promised himself • he would tell her there in that vc}•y yard, [mere. tfenevra was buried. But the task was harder now than before. Katy was so happy with hint, trust- ing his love so fully that he dared not lift tho veil and read to her that page hinted at once in Silverton, when thee sat beneath the butternut tree. with the fresh young grass springing around them. Then she was not his wife, and the fear that she would not be if he told her all had kept hint silent, but now she was his alone; nothing could undo that, and there, hi the shadow of the gray old church through whose aisles Genesee had been borne out to where the rude headstone was gleaming in the English sunlight. it seemed meet that he lthould tell the sad story. And Katy would have forgiven hint then, for not a shadow of regret had darkened her life since it was linked with his, and in her perfect love sho could have pardoned much. But Wilford did not tell. It was not needful, he made himself believe—not necessary for her ever to know that once he [net a maiden called Genevra, almost as beautiful as she; but never so beloved. No, never. Wilford said that truly, when that night he bent and he wondered, were he obliged to first. :Do all hut;bands do so?" It was the only time Katy had ventured to question a single act of his, submitting without a word to whatever was his will, Wilford knew that his father would never have pre- sumed to break a seal belonging to kis mother, but he had broken IK'aty's and ho should continue breaking them. so he answered, laughingly: "Why, yes, I guess they do. My little wife has surely no secrets to hide front ate?" "No secrets," Kitty answered, "on- ly I did not want you to see Aunt Betsy's letttr, that's all." "I did not marry Aunt. Bt tsy--X married you," was Wilford's reply, which moaut far more than Xaty guested. With three thousand miles between hint and his wife's relatives, Wilford could endure to think of thein; but whenever letters came to Katy bear- ing the Silverton postmark, he was conscious of a far different sensation from what he experienced when the postmark was New York and the handwriting that of his own family. But not in any way did this feeling manifest itself to Katy, who, as she always wrote to Ilelen, was very, very happy, and never more so, per- haps, .than while they were at Aln- wick, where, as if he had something fur which to atone, he was unusual- ly kind and indulgent, caressing her with unwonted tenderness, and mak- ing her ask him once if he loved her a great deal more now than when they were first married. "Yes; darling, a great deal more," was Wilford's answer, as he kissed her upturned faco,• and then went for the last time to Genevra's grave; for on the morrow they were to leave the neighborhood of Alnwick for the. heather blooms of Scotland. There was a trip to Edinburgh, a stormy passage across the Straits of Dover, a two ,months' sojourn in Paris, and then they went to Rome, whore Wilford intended to pass the winter, journeying in the spring through different parts of Europe. Ile was in no haste to return to Am- erica; he would rather stay where he could have Katy all to himself, away front her family and his own. But it was not to be, and not very long after his arrival at Rome there came a letter from his mother apprising hint of his father's dangerous illness and asking him to come home at once. The elder Cameron had not been well since Wilford left the coun- try, and the physician was fearful that tho disease had assumed a con- sumptive forth, Mrs. Cameron wrote, adding that her husband's only anxi- ety was to see his son again. To this there was no demur, and about the [lest of December, six months from the time he had sailed, Wilford arrived in Boston, having taken a steamer for that city. His first act was to telegraph for news of his fa- ther, receiving in reply that he was better; the alarming symptoms had disappeared, and there was now great hope of his recovery. "We might have staid longer in Europe," Katy said, feeling a little chill of disappointment—not that her father-in-Iaw was better, but at be- ing called home for nothing, when her life abroad was so happy and free from care. iiotaehow the atmosphere of Ameri- ca seethed di;:erent front what it us- ed to he. It was colder, bluer, the little lady said, tapping her foot un- easily and looking from her windows at the Revere out upon the snowy streets, through which the wintry wind was blowing in heavy gales. "Yes, it Is a, heap colder," she ;igited. as she returned to the large citttir which Esther had drawn for her before the cheerful fire, charging her disquiet to the Weather, but nev- er dreaming of ituputing it to her husband, who was far more its cause than was the December cold. ife, too, though glad of his fa- ther's improvement, was sorry to httt'e been recalled for nothing to a country which brought his old life Brack again, with all its forms and ceremonies, and revived his dread lest Katy should not acquit herself as was becoming Airs. \Gilford Cameron. Tn his selfishness he had kept her al- most wholly to himself, so that her polish she was to acquire from her travels abroad teas not as percept- able as he could desire. Katy was Katy still, in spite of London, Paris, or Rome. To be sure there was about her a 'Tittle Inol'e maturity and seri-assurance, but in all essential points she was the same, and Wil- ford winced as he thought how the free, iupulsive manner which, among the Scottish hills, where there was no one to criticize, had been so charming to lulu, would shock his lady mother and sister Juno. And t his it was which made him moody and silent, 1eplying hastily to Katy when she said to him: "Please. Wil- ford. telegraph to iie'leu to be with mother at the West depotwhen we pass there to-n.orrow. 'l'he train stops lite minutes, you know, anti I tt•tutt to 800 theta so touch. Will ; uu, V, i'ford?" A ntcnu'itt ufter he quitted the room, and it was then that Katy, or muslin's to match—fashionable choose between else misters, which he people are so particular about these should prefer. During the tow dash things. I have tried them on, and parlsed in Boston he ` had become except that I think them too tight, more than half in love with Katy they fit admirably, and do give, me a himself, almost entering his friend the different air from what Miss glaze' pretty little creature he had won. ton's did. But I really believe - !she was very beautiful and very fes - like the old ones best, because you cinating its her sitnpileity, but there harped to make them; and when Wit- 1 was something in Helen's face more ford said I must send them home, I Attractive than mere beauty, and went where he could not see me and lark *aid to Morrie as they Walked cried, beeau*e--well, I hardly knew along: why I cried, unless I feared you might "Miss Lennox is not much like her feel badly. Dearest Ilelen, don't, slater." will you? I love you just as touch, I "Not much, no; but Helen is a and shitll remember you the same as splendid girl—more strength of char - if I wore the dresses. Dearest sister, actor, perhaps, than Katy, who I can fancy the look that Will come is younger than her years over your face, and 1 wish 1 could be even, She has always been present to kiss it away. Imagine petted from babyhood; it will take me there, will you? with my arms time or some great serrate to show around your neek, and tell mother tenet she really is." not to mind. Tell her I never loved This was Morriss reply, artd the her *o Well as now, and that when 1 two then proceeded on in silence un - come home from Europe I obeli bring til they reached the boundary line be - her ever se many things. There is b ttteen Morriss farm and `Uncle Ephe new Week silk for her in the trunk,! lain r, where they found the deaf and one for each of the aunties, mending It. bit of broken fence, his While for you there is a lovely • coat Iying on a pile of *tones, and brown, which Wilford said was Just his Wide, blue eotton trou*err being• your style, telling me to select as ing loosely around hits, 'When told nice a sill[ as I pleasedr and this be who Mark WO, and that be brought did. 1 thinkbaron.• Sr.* '.1+41•614.11 r , news of it's+' t" over his sleeping Katy, comparing wringg her face with Uenovre.'s, and his love for her with his love for Genevra. Wilford was very fond of his,girl- ish wife, and very proud of her, too, when strangers parsed, as they often did, to look back atter her. Thus far nothing had arisen to mar the happiness of his first weeks of mar- ried life, except the letters from Sil- verton, over which Katy always cried until he sometimes wished that the family could not Write. But they could and they did; even Aunt Betsy inclosed in Helen's letter a note, wonderful both in orthography and composition, and concluding With the remark that "she would be glad When Catherine returned and was settled in a home of her awn, as sho Would then have a new place to visit." There was a dark' frown on Wil - ford's face, and for x moment he felt tempted to withhold the note from Katy, hut this he could not do then, so he gave it into her hands, watch- ing her as with bernhng cheeks, site read it through, and nsking her at its close why she looked so red. 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It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and -natural flleep. The Children's Panaeear---The Mother's l?riend. GENUME CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of The Kind You have Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years 7NE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET NEW YORK CITY sheath easiest; astitaisahteehaste. • wiiich she also dreaded, for though the Camerons were too proud to ex- press before her their opinion of Wil - ford's choice, she had guessed it readily and pitied the young wife brought up with ideas so different from those of her husband's family. Afore accustomed to Wilford's moods than Katy, she saw something was the matter, and it prompted her to unusual attentions, stirring the fire into a cheerful blaze and bringing a stool for Katy, who, in blissful ig- norance of her husband's real feel- ings, sat waiting his return from the telegraph office whither she supposed he had gone, and building pleusaat pictures of to -morrow's meeting with her mother and Helen, and poesibly Dr. Morris, if not Uncle Ephruiut himsel Se. ttlf.»orhed was she in her reo•arlo as not to hear Wilford's step as he caste in, but when he stood behind her and took her head playfully be- tween bis hands, s'•e started up, fuel- ing that the weather had chtuigrc}; it was not its cold and dreary in Bos- ton as she imaginal, and laying her head on It ilford's shoulder, site sulci: "You went out to telegraph, didn't yon?" Tic had gone out with the intention of telegraphing as she desired, but in the hall ,below be had stet with an old acquaintance who talked with hint so lona; that he entirely forgot his errand until Katy recalled it to his mind, making hint feel very en - comfortable as he fran'.cly tnl,l her of his forgetfulness. "It is too fate now," he added ; "besides you could only see them for a moment, just long enough to make you cry—a thhtg I do not.greatly de- sire, inasmuch as I wish ley wife to look her best. when 1 present her to ley fancily, and with red eyes she couldn't you know." Katy knew it was settled. and choking back the tears, she tried to listen, while \Gilford, having fairly broken the ice with regard to his family, told her how anxious he was that she should make a good first impression upon his another. 1)id Katy remember that Mrs. Morey whom they met at Paris, and could she not throw a little of her air in- to her mattner, that is, could she not drop her girlishness when in the presence of others and be a little more dignified? When alone with him he liked to have her just what she was, a loving, affectionate Tittle wife, but the world looker} on such things differently. Would Katy try? Wilford when he commenced had no definite idea as to what be should say, and without meaning it he .made Katy moan piteously: "I don't know what you mean. I would do anything if I knew how. Tell enc, how shall I: be dignified?" She was crying so hard that Wil- ford, while mentally calling himself a fool and a brute, could' only try to comfort her, telling her she need not be anything but what she was— that his mother and sisters would love her just as he did—and that deity association with them would teeth her all that was necessary. Katy's tears were stopped at last) but the frightened, anxious look did not leave her face, even though Wil- tord tried his best to divert her Mind, A nervous terror of her near relations had gained possession of her heart, and nearly. the entire night she Itty awake, pondering in her .mind what Wilford had said, and thinking how terrible it. Would he if he shoul be disappointed in her after all. The consequence of this was that a very White tired feet sat opposite !Wilford netts morning at the breakfast served in their private parlor; nor did it look much fresher even atter they *tete in the- tate and rolling out et boson. )3ut when !Worcester Was reaehed, and'the old 'home Wo3'-rurirlts begat[ to grow familiar, the color Came stealing hack, until the cheoki burned -with an unnatural red, and the blue 01.03 fairly [lanced as they eterateg,• le r...•s the v-tre'• . r,.w . t..t ford's kr It.. her chair site vent oft into a c t:1. as to the t.ew home to wi,i It .1.c was going tool the new hit ..s sra etas tet mt.et, tt•outit•r,ittg ttiatt tires would thine of her and ,1' tate .. iiu:e ht•:'. Ort•e she had said to \.il fot'cf: "Which o: your sisters shall I li' c hest?" And Wilford had unstt•er•ed hie sly as}<ing: "\\lath do you hike best, hooks or eclat; to parties its full dress?" "Oh, parties and dress," kuty 1 1 said. hilt( Wilford hadthen •'lr'ott will like Juno hest, f,tr s e is all fashion and gaye.,., while Iliue-73c11 prcf.•rs her books and the quiet of het' own roost." Katy felt afraid of Bell. ,.';4 ih Met, now that they Wete so near, she felt ceft'nid of theist all, notwithstand- ing Esther's assurances that they could not help loving her. During the six months they had been togeth- er Esther hall learned to feel tor her her young lady that strong a(tectiott which *ometimes exist!! between mis- tress acid sertant. 'everything whi It she could tlo for her she ,sinooth- tea ns mutts as possible the meeting Suffered I€ EC A Late ST CEA COULD NOT STRIMITEN IIP. Many people fail to understand the significance of alame, weak, sore or aching back. When the back aches or becomes, weak it is a warning that the kidneys are • affected in some way. Heed the warning, care the back nrcl i dispose of any chances o1 scriou' kidney trouble following. Mr, C. Grace, Hamilton, Ont., writes:' —"I was euffcring with a larne back, and t for two weeks was net able to ettaightcn ` up to walk, and hardly able to sit down for the pains in my back, hips, and legs. I had used different kinds of pills, rlas- ters,liniments and medicines, without' any relief. One day I read about Doan's+ Kidney Pills and decided to try them. Before I had half a box used 1 felt a great deal better, and by the time 1 had used two boxes, I was cured. I have no beeline tion in recommending Doan's kidney Pills." • Price, 50 cents per box or 3 boxes for 81.25, at all dealers, or mailed direct on ! receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. When ordering specify "Doan's." (To be eorstio fes$ 4.4444.4.4 Orangeville will vote on a by-law to repeal local option. It is pleasanter to admit that you have been sold than bought. Hugh Watters, a well-known resident of Amherstburg, fell dead of heart dis- ease while trying to drive an unruly calf nto the barnyard. a REST AHD HEALTH TO MOTHER AND CHAD.. MRs. wta$LOw's SOOSnINO SYAGP has been used for over SIXTY YEARS by MILLIONS of sonliERS fortheir CHILDREN WHILE TEETHING, with PERFECT sucessS, It SOOTHES tate CHILD, SOFTENS the GUMS. ALLAYS all PAIN; CURES WIND COLIC, Bort is the best remedy for DIARRHQA. it 1s iniutely harmless he sure and ask for "ittte.1 Winstow's seething Syrup e and take no other hind. Twenty -fie cents a Mottle. A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY An eminert scientist, the other day.; gave his opinion that the most won-' derfel discovery of recent years was the discovery of tam -Butt. Jnst think! As soon as a single -thin ever t of Z1un-Pak is applied to a \geared or; a sore, such injury is insured a^:•tirst blood poison! Not one spteie•t of r.:ierobe has been 'found that ::am-]l::k dons not hill! Then again. As soca as E eta-B1k, is applied to a sore, or a eft), or to skin disease, it stops tate smelling. That is why children are stteh t'btede of Zam-link. They ease nothing or the science of the thin[;. Al ltov 1:row is that 2atn-Tltric str tl±o:r f [erg rain. Mothers shoti.td stn*� t ...r,,..t this. Again. As soon as 7 m-r?,lk is co -7 plied to a won '.1 o to e Woes.- d part, the cells b n th fhe al. in'tl seta face are so mutated that rr•v healthy tisune Is quickly formed. Trio forming of fresh healthy tissue frost below Is Zanl-I3uhI s ee.:ret of healin:*. The tissue thus farmed is wonted up to the surface and literally casts o,t the diseased tissue above It. This Is Why 7.ate J3+ik titres are permanent. Only the other d y;tTr. Mersh, of 101 Delorimier Ave., NTontreal, ,'.t:!ed upon the Zan -Bak Company and to'd • them that for over twenty-five rears he had been a martyr to aeeetna. Ilia bands 'Were at one time so covered with sores that he had to Slee:: In glover. Four years ago'Mul1.DOE was Introduced to hint, and In a few Months it enrol hint. To -day ---over throe years atter hia mire of a dcrease he had for twenty -Ave years---lir• is *till aired, and bas had no trace of any rstnrn of the eerenta! All ilrfgglste sell Zenr•Buk at 50e: box, or we will send free trial box if you Bend this advertisement and a It. stamp (to ray return postage). ,14' drtee em-]3uk 'Co., Toronto.