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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1912-05-30, Page 3t, • lds)30th, (912 THE NICE YOUNG MAN. (By Steeen Robert). Clinton News -Record (Copyright by Publishers Press, Ltd). Gordon Thompson was a misan- thrope. For five years he had lived alone in his flat, and during that time be had not , exchanged half a; dozen •Words with his neighbors. ' • But, that was 'before Mr.end Mrs. Andrews and Nine pante to. live in one • af the apartments, Nina' was only four,: She was quite alone when first • She met Gordon Thompson. He had. just Made his solitary way, up the .staira when he almost fell over a wee , girl busily drawing wonderful Chalk. Pictures on the floor. A welcoming smile lit Nina's 'baby face, "Nice man," she cooed. "Nice man see"' Nina's.pictures. . He took the hand she had extended to him, and knelt down. There, was ,beither form nor anything intelligible In the chalk scribble, but he gravely assured her that it was very nice, Very nice, indeed." •' Nina gurgled with delight.' Her ' blue eyes danced as she placed her chalk into his band. - Nice. man make pictures, betterni Nina," she announced gleefully. ."Make some more, nice man." But Thorapson stood up suddenly. He had heard a step behind them on the stairs, and his face assumed the usual mask of rigidity. "Nina, darling, you must come away and have tea," a gentle voice said. hope you will excuse my little girl," Mrs. .Andrews continued, "she has a perfect genius for making , friends, and she, never stops to con- sider whether her advances will be apnreciated." "Who could help appreciating them?" Gordon Thompson said. Nina leaned forward and held her rosy lips up to be kissed. Gordon -hesi- tated and glanced nervously at Mrs. Andrews. "Certainly," she said, in an under- tone. "She expecte it." He kissed ' the child, and there was a new ten- derness in his voice when he said, 'Good night, Nina." "Good night. God bless you, nice Man," Nina responded. • After that Nina got into the habit of waiting, on the stairs for the re- turn of her "nice man" every even- ing. i He became anxious when, on one night, she was not there. The child had taken such a fancy to him, he felt she would not willingly miss coming to see him. Perhaps there was somethhing the matter. 'At any rate, it would only be polite to inquire, and he hastened up the stairs to the Andrews' flat. Mrs. An- drews answered his knock, and be 'started back at sight of her. Her eyes were red with weeping, and her ' face were a strained( anxious look. "What is the matter?" he asked, faintly. "Is it Nina?" Mrs. Andrews nodded. "I can't ask you to come in," she said. "Nina is very in. It is diphtheria." "Is there anything I can do?" Thompson asked hoarsely. "Could I bring her anything, grapes, for in- etance?" "She couldn't eat them now, thank you," Mrs. Andrews said, sadly. "No, there is nothing to be done but fol - row the doctor's instructions, un - She checked herself. .",11,nletse. „what?" Gordon asked.' I'Mrs:—Atidrews, if there is any way I could help, any way at ail, It would be a charity to let m etio it. Per- haps a nurse—" ' "Dr. Forman said I ought to have e nurse," said Mrs. Andrews,. slowly. 'We couldn't possibly afford it." THE HEART CHANGES. (By Tom Jones), Copyright by Publiehers' Preis, Ltd.- . Mildred leaned thoughtfully against the railing and looked down the long walk, weed and grass choked, leading to the ' dusty white state 'She gave the duet' cloth that she - had eoine out to shake an angry flap, A man turned up the driveway from themete road. Mildred watch- ed, 'hip, ',listlessly, nevertheless not. unaware .that ,be was well . Worth looking at. He Wes tall and sun- burned: "Htli.Startling gray eyes and heavy eyebrows. "But his clothes'!" Inwardly commented Mildred, with a yearning to see Billy' Duplessis' tiP to the minute smartness, or Bob - leire's blonde curls end lavender tie, She recovered herself with a slight shake. "Mrs,' Bacon?" the man was ask- ing in a voice that even Mildred's discontented spirit could not take exception to. "Miss Bacon," she eorrected him. "Will yon sit down? I'll call moth- er:" her voice was courteously in- different "Homesick," thought Graham Forbes, indulgently, as he sank into the comfortable willow chair. "She looks just as Kitty Mason did wihen her folks moved here from the city : only there's more to this one than there was to Kitty. She'll like Mortonyille Yet." Mildred would have given vent to shrieks of hysterical laughter if she could have heard the prophecy. "Then you must let me send for one I can well afford it, and It Is tor Nina's sake," he said; then, with - Out waiting for her consent, "If you don't mind, I will slip to the nearest telephone and ask Dr. Formals to send one at once." Gordon was distinctly perturbed, so Much so that on the three following days he waylaid the doctor onthe Stairs and asked ter news of Nina, A load was taken off his mind when the doctor was able to assure him that the child had taken a turn for the better. Than one evening he .missed the doctor. For an hour he waited with' his door open, listening for his foot-, • step, until he could stand the sus- pense no longer. He must go up to the Andrews' flat and ask how the patient was progressing. He was half way up the stairs when he al- most ran into a tall, slender girl in burse uniform, • She was confessing frankly to Graham Forbes, sitting on the moon - lie steps one night. They had grown rapidly into friendly intimacy. "If you knew," she was telling him, mak- ing it stronger because she knew it was agonizing to him, "how I long for a look at Billy's gray shirt and the Irreproachable part in Bob's hair, or a pair of Jacky's loud tan shoes!" unsophisticated trout. So Randolph Graham looked up at her with tor- lived. el:tented eyes. "Oh, I don't care about One winter morning Randolph armee any of them, silly," she laughed down long before light, for he had work at hire, "only "I simply yearn to see with a farmer down the valley 'whose something citified." !lours were early, and he must be there to help before the tardy winter The day after her confession in the sun arose above the eastern hills. moonlight he met Mildred at the tiny The winter had been hard, a thick Post office, the rendezvous of the en-. coat of snow .lay upon the ground. tire village. She waved a sheath of A. day or two before more had come, letters at bim gayly. "They're corn- and then had turned to rain, ancL ing," she informed him, excitedly; than the 'rain had frozen into sleet, "Billy, and Bob, and Jack, every one and formed a crust, hard enough to of them. They're coming up for their bear up the *fox taken' away from two weeks' vacation, and if they like horns, unawares and .unfortunate, but It they're coming up for every week- not hard enough to bar the weight end." • of the lone cave -liver. "I'm sure they will' like it," he "Lottle!" he exclaimed impulsive- ly: then he drew back. "I beg your pardon, Miss Clapp; I forgot myself," he said. Nurse Lottle's violet eyes filled with tears. For a moment she hesitated, then she laid a hand on his arm. "Won't you forgive me, Gor- don?" She asked, softly. "I • was foolish, I did not really mean that cruel letter. Afterwards, when I tame to know my own heart, I real- ized that I had thrown away real gold for dross. Then, when I wanted to tell you, you had gone away!" "If I had only known," the man, groaned. "I came to New York liii- mediately, and have been living alone In the flat below. Lottie, do you really mean it? You haven't married that other fellow, at any rate. I can harly realize that you have cared all the time, that you still care." "I did care, all the time, I still care, Lottie said softly. "My darling, I am not married," he Only for a week, though. said, as be kissed her. "But I soon "Don't you want to go?" he asked, Will be." Lottie drew back. eagerly. Mildred looked out across , "Oh, you inusn't" she exolaimed, the moonlit lawn and shook her "I have Just come from Nina." head. 1."I don't care," he said. "Dear lit- "I hate to go," she confessed. "I tie Nina! But for her I might never love all this so now. The green, have found you. How is she?" green 'grass and the blue, blue sky, "Ste is much better, and I think and even the farm houses and the funny old post office, and—" she ANGEL OR CATAMOUNT By Nit bruin . ' Many years ago, relates a woman Writer, a -lonely man dwelt in a cave' up in the hills Where else the waters, Of the Iwaga, None know whence' he came, nor who he was, except that he called himself Randolph Jackson, .and that, he had made himself a habitation in the cave. •t Beyond the lodge the hill arose, its , ereat looking towards the north-west. Where Greyloelt loomed and Opposite towards the south-eastern hills,be hew 'the valley 1,,'&the, 'guarding hill' 'RESCUED FROM TILE IDOL Bp Angus Erantider • The sun was 'beating pitilessly down with that lutenee white -heat that only those who' nave travelled In tropical Countries can realtse. The long white road was covered with a cloud of dust in which swarms of flies inizzed notedly While its entire length was taken up by a straggling mass of huinanity,' all pressing , to- wards one goal. And in, the midst of this motley crowd a single European mounted on a stout pony. .his pith helmet show - precipitate in its. decent. At the bot- leg up 'wth marked distinction tern the river murmured over Its i amongst the rainbow -hued headgear pebbled bed and between the forest-, surrounding him. • clad hills. For the stately pines the 'Dismounting from hi pony at some eugged oaks and spruce and thel little distance from the entrtmen to graceful birches were crowded °lose' a temple Roydhotule, flung the reins on either side, and far upward, till to one of the numerous hangerwon they reached the fertile fields that the' who swarmed round him, eager to first settlers had cleared, pick up d few annas; and prOceeding From the front of the cave, Ran-, on foot he strode toward the gro- dolph could look far across the val- tfesquely-carved and gaudily -decor -- ley, and could see no human habita- ated portals of the holy palce. tion or human being; only now'and As Jack Roydhouse entered from then he might watch an eagle soar- one side, a long procession of priests lag across, or see a fox skulk away in trailed in from the other, several of the shadow, or hear the soft flat of them carrying lights that burnt with the wings of an owl, when the great the same ourioue faint blue light. darkness had come down. Anti as they advanced they chanted Randolph worked for the farmers in a low tone some sort of doxology down beyonal the valley and took for in praise of the deity they wor- his pay moistly provisions, for money shipped, was scare thea in all this region, and Suddenly waving their torches the trade was made by bartering. So lights flashed up brilliantly, revealing from one he took the cloth, spun and to Roydhousens astonished gaze the Woven there, that another farmer's idol he had come such a distanCe to wife Made his garments from. An- see. Grotesque in the extreme, and other gave him meal, another po- yet so strangely weird that it was tattles. Front a fifth he secured the absolutely forbidding; Whilst to add maple sugar that was his only luxury to its barbaric splendour it bore on and train a sixth the pork that served its legs and arms jewels that would as meet, or now and then a pat of have been worth a king's ransom. , butter. And then, too, he could use But it was the head that naturally' his musket, and sometimes also. fur- parented Roydhouse's attention. Was nished himself a meal from the ten- he dreaming? He rubbed his eyes and der flesh of a rabbit, coon or quail; gazed again. True, the Dace was he would stride down the valley and hideous to U. degree, with protruding from a brook on the other side of ears and a long, beak -like nose. But the river draw out an unsuspecting, the eyes! By what conjuring trick had those 'priests effected such a marvellous deception. At the termination of the care - Monies, and when the worshippers began to file slowly out, Roydhouse, passing through the Hall of Columns, suddenly felt himself plucked by the When the long day's work was' eaid, gravely, and lifting his hat, done, and the weary oxen in their hurried past her down the street. stalls, and the dog snoring in the Mildred looked after hint with hurt, chimney corner and dreaming of the puzzled eyes; not wholly gueltless of fox he had seen that day, Randolph tears. started to his sheltering cave, across, "Silly little goose," she scolded his shoulder a bag of potatoes, a herself, "I don't see why you should side of salt pork, and a loaf of' corn care what he thinks, horrid old dog bread, given him by kindly Mistress in the inanger!" Leonard. But it was darker titan ever Billy and Bob and Jack duly ap- then. The dim ghosts of farm build- peared and carried the heart of legs, or towering treee were only a feminine Mortonvelle by storm. risible inky darkness, the fog was so But with the coming of September thick and close. And Randolph had the resorters grew reetless. The hotel ho lantern, and perforce must find porches were deserted and the orches- his way, alone and unlighted, up the Ira played wearily to an ever diminish- elope of the valley to the ledge that lug crowd of dancers. Forbes dread- Made his root tree, And he was tired, ed seeing Mildred; dreaded to see lend painfully groped his way along the unhappy look he was sure Would the beaten road that was his path be in her eye and the homesick droop for a part of the distance. In tier lips. He• had been making a Then he left it to try and elnd his practice of coming late for his mall Paththrough the forest trees, lila as the easiest 'way of avoiding her, path alone, for none other lived In that valley, -and none other ever pass - but meetings are inevitable in a small town, and Forbee soon 'came ed that way. , 'face to face with Mildred on the main Did he find it? He could not tell, street. He stopped short in aston- but groped darkly and alone through ishment Mildred's eyes were as the misty trees, Soon he could not happy, Mildred's smile was as bright tell where he was. He could not as if it were the middle of July in- tell how far up the hillside he had. tome, nor where the edge began its stead of nearly October. "Still happy?" he asked in aston; Sinuous length, And he paused alarm -i i at last. ishment ed And then, far off inthe distance,1 "Still happy." affirmed Mildred, therecamei Why?" a noise, ndistinguished' "I don't know," Graham consider-. Pt first from the breath and whisper ed, slowly. "I have been afraid to of the fir tree, then more plain and plainer yet until It seemed to Ran - meet you. I was also sure you would tiolph that it was a voice crying, be lonely and homesick now that epees -a -way! Thes-a-way! Ream-, they are all gone." ' tore! This -a -way!" "So yon were making matters bet- "Hey!" said the wanderer, and ter by staying away?" Mildred teased paused perplexed. "This-a.-wayl", gayly. "I've missed you all summer. tried the voice. "What was that?". Al'en't you ever coming up again?" be ejaculated. "Heere-sere!" pealed Mildred carried home a vision of the voice far away in the darkness Graham's relieved, radiant face. It behind the spruces. "He,ere-eere!" it, was an exceedingly illuminating vis- pealed 'again and again. Randolph' toe and served to bring to Mildred's Wiped the sweat from his brow, re-: consciousness several things she had placed his old fur cap, and went on hot realized, egala, slowly and painfully 'up the: "So that's why I am SO happy, is t now clad hill. Again it seemed to It?" she smiled to herself that even- him that his path was not here, and; ing while she was waiting for Gra- again he paused, and then, "That -a-1 ham. "And that's' the reason I had Way!" cried the voice, "This -a -way! I to manufacture that smile and put Here, heere-eare." .• . I It on every morning when I was sup- And the clump of dark spruce trees! posed to be having Bitch a good bloss'at hand seemed strange to hien,' time." So the smile was very real and, lacked their, familiar outlines.; and happy, though rather tremulous When he 'stembled ,over a log thati as. Forbes came up the steps. be had no recollection of, and paused i "Are you going back to the city?".gain, the ,ghostly voice would be he asked, as he was standing up to keard again In the forest "This -W1 leave. Mildred shook her head.' way! This -a -way! This -a -way!" And, "I can't understand it," he said, so he climbed the mountain, pausing Wonderingly, "You seem so happy. bver and anon for the sound of the Aren't you really going back?" welcome voice far away calling plain - "Jack's sister has asked me up to lively, "This-a-vvay," or near at hand. Spend December with her, but that's echoing with a sighing cadence, all,' she told him demurely. loross the valley, "This -a -way!" "Are you going?" he asked quick- Untileat last, while supposing hent - 'Self. to be a long way from home, he "I don't know. I may," Mildred luddenly saw before him the glimmer said with a little smile to herself, Pf a fir; tieWew embers left Mine - be was so transparent. "Mother , 3 Wants •so many things lathe city, iftg.4rere. his fire of the morning, and 0 stumbled across the rocks of his threshold with a sigh of relief, and threw himself down lipon his ,couch If fir branches, Aired' 'and content.' And Always,' when he told the story If hie long Wandering up the. hillside 'in the dark night, and -mimicked the lound' that. had come to hitn, and -led klm upward in safety, he said that he lever knew If it Was an angel calling him or a catamount. , , . Elastic Tor the Hair. Some gill's nave invented quite a elever scheme this Summer to keep their locks in place In or out of the house by 'using the tiniest kind of A CHANCE TO. LOVE . --- By •Berge Dertmire The \pack train crawled, ' upward with great labor, for the 'day was ending and there bad been eight hours Of work for the mules, with close to three hundred pounds In the pecks. The beagle were- carrying crude ore, In which the gold nestled, to, the great crushing machine, high in the mountains of South America. 'A' Woman rode the bell -mare. She had no saddle, but sat upon a bleeket ciached about the Cross old gray'. leader, The woman, ives,,not need' to horses, but she had, missed the stage, !.. She' was looking for a, Man at the nsns e— a man. who' she had..once 'loved. and ,married, She 'alone. had ' 'received the elue Of. his hiding place; and it was her purpose now to bring hire back to the States,: to the laws of men, and to -those of God after - , Net Reid had made the world.oall him a wolf, He had ,deen, at the last, estranged himself front the Woman who had loved him, and lett her in shame and 'poverty. He had forged an fled to this American mining colony in the Andes. Only the woman knew where he had gone. There was a big reward for him. In the anguish and rebellion of the first' hour, in the pressure of actual hunger she had taken a commission from a detective agency to bring him back. . . . . . . . . • Site found a house in which there was no bar; but the bars and the gambling houses were all about Prone across the street, voices reached her as she sat in her room that night. At last she heard his voice, the voice of the man' she wanted. "When we get money, we import champagne, Jim. Beer is just as good. Water is better still. What kids men are when they are left alone—babes with toys they -tire of, one after an- other, and all futile as hell! Painted paper and stamped metal — and I lost my sweetheart and my soul to get it! Your'e a friend of mine, Jim Smart, and may never learn this lesson of mine. But if you ever get the one woman that Mammy Earth plucked for you, stick to her with the last clutch of your hand and the sleeve and a native woman, closely last twinkle of your brain. veiled, with one finger held to her lips, thrust a small piece of paper Into his hand; then, disappeared from View. Half a mile down the road he seated himself on a moss grown stone, and drew forth the strange note. It read:—"I see you are an English-. Man. For God's' sake come to the. South entrance of .the temple at mid-; might. You may be able to rescue? me from a living death. You There the strange letter finished. tvidently the writer had been inter- impted. Leaning against some palm stems,' and'almost Indistinguishable amid the' luxurious ,undergrowth, were the forms at two men. "Keep quiet, man. See! the door Is opening." Roydhotise gazed Intently in the direction indicated, and sure enough the small door % had opened an inch or two. Slowly, and without ,anyi Bound, it swung back, till it Was wide enough to admit 'the passage of a female figure clothedclothedin white. For one second the figure hesi- tated; then, evidently recognising the. Finglishma,nadvanced and he at once discovered that It was the Indian, woman who had thrust the note Into, bitt ,ITIond.even here, my lord!" And the woman as she spoke took his' hand and placed it upon what he could feel was an iron -bound door. I "'Tis through here I pass the Memsahib her food, and It was through here she gave me the letter to my lord." Then, as though another door had been opened farther off the Sound of O. chant came suddenly surging on his tar, and at the same instant a piercing Shriek rang out, and a voice in unmis- takable English called "Help!" Roydhouse blew out the lock with a revolver shot, and there, facing him, and struggling in the grasp of two priests, was what he might have' taken for a human being, but for the' head. To his last hour he will never for- get the sight — the tall, graceful form, the bare white arms. But the' Pace, with its ghastly whiteness, its motruding ears and. beak -like nose! hen 'In an histant the solution flash- ed across his, brain. It was a ma,sk titration to those he had seen used by the. lamas. in distant parts of Thibet, ttnd darting•tarward he wrenched the, Wearer 'trout 'the hands of those who held, her,, and before • they, had re. covered front their surprise, bad knocked one senseless with the butt end of his revolver, aed sent the other sprawling with a well -planted bloat between. the ,eyes. , With his knife -he quickly severed. the' Cords that bound' the 'hideous thing, , and as it fell apart there was levealecT his gaze. the' blue' eyes Pad golden hair, o aisle Pargiter, daughter Of the Colonel,who had mys- teriounly disappeared Berne time be - ',non might see her,'.' Lottie said, and together they entered the child's paused and drew her breath. keen" . • Forbes -caught her hand in 'his. Nina gave a weak cry of recognl- "Really? Do you mean it? Mildred, lion when she saw him. will you stay here always?" Her glance travelled to Nurse Lee_ "I won't stay anywhere else," Met- tle. tired assured him humorously, but "Nina loves nice man," she ex- mivept that impatiently aside. "Al- Plained. "Does 'so?" ways? With me?" Lottie old post office, , Lottie stooped and kissed the.cldld. "---- the funny ''Yes, Nina, I do," she said, and you," finished Mildred clPee In BAPTISED MI BLOOD By Andre Roche Copyright by. Publishers' Press Paolo Franzettl sat idle in his telft, lti 110.1111 alld his sword beside him m a stool, and on a table bofore him a map and papers. Thin, sinewy, eleani-shaven,,it' vas only the few grcy hairs among the black locks cluster- ed round his brow that.betrayed his "A Mercenary," he muttered. ''She calls me that." • "A mercenary, bought by the targest purse, unheeding vows and oaths, breaking With old friends and old levee its easily as a common 'sot- , Where he first came from none save himself knew. Ile had fought ender Coleone for Venice, anti had looked to succeed that general in commend' of the Republic's troops.. Dike Council of Ten had passed ovei his claims, and he went by open day- light to Ferrara. ' There he had been the leader, general of all the filmes, the close iriend of the duke, the lover of the duchess. The woman leaning out of the win- dow felt his heart calling for her. iShe couldn't think of sleep. She was ;taking her bread front the law to bring him in. When the dawn had not yet come, but the gray of it was creeping, up the mountains, the game stopped across the street, and Reid and others emerged. In a parting of the group, Reid appeared to her eyes in the 'light of the doorway — gambler, forger, husband of her early visions. He was all that a 'woman could ask, Just as she had seen him first — slender as a cadet, steady as a Mani Smart was with him. "Jim," he said, in a quiet, humor- ous tone,.which she knew as well as she knew the house of their honey- moon, "I want you to co a favor for use. There's a spring lock on the door of my room across the street. Here's the key. I have a duplicate There'll be some stuff on the table and full directions what to do with It. I want you to follow these direc- tions to the letter. Come back in an hour, but I won't be there." She recalled the delights of the man in his even days. The understanding came that he had something of that feminine element of artists which needs the courage of another to tide hm over his depressions of spirit. Reid, up here in the heart of the mountains, needed the hand and the broken heart of her. The desire came for one look at her husband in the lamplight. What had the months done to Ids face which only a wife can read? Reid was sitting by the open win- dow. Upon the table under the lamp was the letter he had written; besixde it, a 10x -shooter and a big leather pouch, stuffed with coins and cur- rency. "I dare' not even write to her,' he muttered. "A woman forgives much, but not what have done." She saw it all. His going away, as he had explained to Ben Smart, meant the plated on the table. He was squaring the forgery, and felt too mean eveneto write her! During the ride back to Falzabad, Maisie confided to Roydhouse how she had been, kidnapped by the priests, and being taken to the Rock Temple had .been forced to act the part of an idol; and how, the body stepped back efrom her in the thick et the rear idol' being` hollow, she dawn dilate, no sound tram hs lips, as Was concealed within it with the ex- She sent the pistol flying out of the caption of her kead, which, enclosed In the hideous mesk, was visible to thoughtwindow. in it was all over, Jessie," the public, gaze, and as her eyes he muttered' at last, not daring yet to were allowed to be seen, the priests jreach 'for her hand, "and that you had to worship at the shrine of the Idol from the credulous natives who came „ „ Pith the Living Eyes. 'light, and the man was bending down met me beyond the pale." She sat by the window in full day - pith reaped an abundant harvest' A week atter the occurrence re- lated above. 'Murray Boyer, coming "Yes, I can love you again, boy o' room,. 'mine," she whispered. "And, when the suddenly , into Roydhonse's taught his friend gazing intently at 'express office is open, I will go and it email locket in which reposed a repair with money the error of that 'one bad day of yours. A good name tiny curl of golden hair. "Hullo, old man!" he cried gaily. "Let's know when the wedding is again for my—. " , oe. good name never, Jessie. Now he sat dreier Cremona's dukedom in prospect. fortune re retrospect. And from Ferrara to Cremona he had gone over in this night; n'ot for fear of, what men theuld say, but for fear of 'a aromatic longue. The morning was dull and grey, tire bright tents with their fluttering pennrmq showed. up elearly against the sky. The Wide open space in front of the general's tent was full if soldiers. Who surrounded two men upon horseback. They were strangers to all 'Int Franzetti, and he knew them for captains in the suite of the Dune of Ferrara.' • The two heralds approached, and the elder stmii-,•: "I came from Ferrarh to deliver Into the hands ,of Cremona's illus- trious general, Paolo niraneetti, this packet and this message: "Chis out- cast brat I send to Praneetti, a gift worthy of hit' estate. For I have found, no priest so honourless that he will baptist the foundling boy," So saying he handed to Franyettl a bundle of swathing clothes, in the middle of wil,ch eopeared the end Face of a little heby. His senior eapteins lute clustered mend, Franzetti. He epel.e a few words, gave a few orders, and 'Sc word passed quickly round front mouth to mouth. "To San Luca! To San Luca!" Silently end speedily four thou- sand of his force strung into the eaddle and ma'rsballee on either side cf the great square in front of Fran- tetti's tent. "Gentlemen," he said, coldly and politely, "you brought to me a child, hnbaptised, ed besought me to take charge of it. I will accept the charge an One eondition: that you go with "There is an end, even to an angel's forgiveness," he added, In a low way, hie eyes lost' upon the castellated peaks, "Good old Jim will get the money, to them and to her. I'm— well, I go out with the new day which I do not deserve, Whipped and lone- ly, I take the last trail — but with a prayer for the lady who loved use The woman; swaying he the hall- way, had never seen Nat. Reid with a finer face than was his now. He was restoring the money of the for- gery and sending her what was left —"half" as much again." He was taking his life with a bullet and a 'newer far her, "God, who loves me not, love that • lady of mine," he seed, with a last ilook at the dawn and the Mountains, picking up the six-shooter. H"Nisat—ausI havweithcompetsi'to'l half raised, was clear against the outer light She caught from illS hand the cold metal, filled with concentrated death. Reid The Tilble, at St, James' Cathedralt1 Tresented by King Bdward VII,, Was signed. by ,the Duke and 1)uchess oIl Connaught and the PrincesS. The Reid 'Wreelcing Company luta 9ucceeded Ili raising the old Turret Cape and towing her to Colling- wQFQrdank TracRle shot his wife dead on 'the street at f-familton and when pursued by the police Shot. himself and died some time afterwards. The people on St. Kilda aro threatened with starvation. A war- ship has been mnrt to the rescue. UPTI1RE SEE DATES AT BOTTOas) It Truss Torture 0iv nee Thought Necessary, but Now Your Search for Relief is Ended. i&ionderful Method Retains and Cures Without Knife, Danger or Pain. . Y. 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Winghani, Queen's Hotel, Jam 10 - San Luca's fortress was In Sight, , end to the right of Franzettl's little band were Ferrara's marauders, all bait cut off from their camp. The • horsemen of Cremona brohe Into a shout, and on command from Prarigetti spUrred towards them, a compact, irresistible mass. TheY trashed through the vravering lines, cutting a lane of blood, and erning, plouglied their way back again. "See, see. my son," Cried Franzetti, holding the infant high above his. head, "your cradle song, the shouts ef dying inert' Sere I baptise ten.e. leo Man's Son, and call' this Giovanni to honour of my more Joan." "Ferara and the Duchess Joan." "What does it meane What does it mean?" cried the general. ' The ['Itches fights with them. I have seen her, on a black horse." "God and the 'Madonna defend her!" exclaimed Franzetti: and lest his prayer should not he heard, he him - Cell set off in search of her. The defence had fallen back under the very walls of San Luca. Around It postern gate a little group fought 'steadily on. As F1'anzetti dashed Into the midst of the group they broke Ind fled, hotly pursued by twenty. BY • the gate one stayed, a woman, tall, fair-haired, imperious of mien. "You ride hard, my, lord duke," she said, with bitter emphasis on the title. "Madonna, you do me too much honour," he returned. "I am but Paolo Franzettl, general of Creinona's forces." "A mercenary, a traitor, and a re- creant," she added. "Good sir, in your modesty you forget half your titles." She leaned against the wall as though fatigued. "Pardon, madonna, you lime) omitted one," he said after a pause. "lam also your son's father." She laiighed aloud, a bitter, mock - Ing laugh. "So the ruse succeeded," she cried. "You were deceived. Your simple Vanity made you an easy prey. That village brat, brought into the camp two days since. Oh, Pranzettli your Vanity has led you into etrange be- liefs. You—my son's father!" Franzettl came nearer to her. "Ay, madonna," he replied. "And My sun is the son of a daughter of Prance, for Louis the King is brother to Joan of Ferrara.'' Ile drew her to him, and; holding her close, kissed her passionately. "Paolo, Paolo! Why did you ever leave rise?" she asked, and her yoice was faint. Her head dropped and her bright hair glistened on his shoulder against the blood-stained 'meth "Why did you not come with me, Joan?" he answered. "The chance is given you again. Throw off the yoke of Ferrara, as I threw it off, and join me now." "It is too late, Paolo," she replied. She spoke slowly and with difficulty, "When your horsemen strike it is hard, and this one struck from be- hind." • It was true. Her left shoulder had been pierced; the steel had gone through gown and corsage and flesh. "Paolo," she cried, "be g -ad to him — Si,,, little one. He was my son, ani bat: elastic around the brow. It makes earning off. yours, money tiny ridge, barely visible, where It the son of a daughter of tightens the hair, but' the looks eee, No _ ' y011 again — that is all I need. Love France, e it with and for flat- 'and Ynar sweet' glad face." Her lips sought his, and they took preacher can make s. success at - toI loreon9—anhe danosn7.red "is 1th_ ell' last farewell, j will not give that back, but love from 1. 0. 0. F. EXCURSION easily b pulledup above w a !tithing for menanglingI ask," hair Pia.• ' tery at the same time. ' .15 iUSO OEIH T ERI taeryon ono DtotJn4 eun foi DtotJn7 22 Dyn Dtot Dtot Tgrne- at Wnes Pa alue 1-6 Cecnlb otafrpcsri o te Gdrcad Molgt Tusa, Jn3. m oatclremlbls ort . HYR . PBsi, Dtot 4sanwsom.: T ttbscrit ion e • yIA. he Detroit Exeureion. Menerva Encampment, I. 0, 0. F., has completed arrangements with the G. T. H. for the rail part Of the Greyhound excursion, Goderich to Detroit on Friday, June 1.4th. A special train will 'leave Stmt. - ford, Vriday, '7.30 a. in., stopping at all stations. Retutning special train will leave' Goderich on Monday, June 17th, at' 1,1.11) p. . running i hrough to Wingham and Stratford. Ask R. R. Agent for particulars. e News -Record ec.