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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1923-04-19, Page 2e Pi rt` BY KATHARINE SUSANNAH PRICIFIARD Copyright by Hodder and Stoughton. XLIV.—(Cont'd.) . Conal sank back against Deirdre's arm with a spasm of pain. She put the spirit to his lips. • II only I'd choked.—the life out of, him, I could die easy. But the 'mare baited—I couldn't get her back to him. The lying curl The bargain was made—1 thought I'd got him --that he'd 've made over his last pennyto me. Someone kept fine talking outside the Bull—it wa,s that kid minds his horses—saying that Ginger 'd gone lame—and the next thing Was a shot from the creek and McNab scuttling amorric the trees.. Paughl'•' he moved impatiently, "Why didn't T do for hirci while I had the chance." Superhuman strength animated him for a moment he struggled up, his swart face stiffening, his eyes flash- ing I can! I'm alive 'yet—I can, Deirdre." He swayed and she caught him, breaking the shock of his fall back- wards. Blood welled from the open wound; the wet pads had staunched. the flow for a moment. Steve brought more water. She dipped fresh linen and rags in it and bound them into place. Conal lay heavy and still. She..bent over him; her eyes turned questioningly to Steve. She lifted Cones head on to her knees. The silence was unbroken. "Conal," she whispered asthough she were calling him, "Conall" "That you, Deirdre?" he asked huskily, but he did not open his eyes. "If—if you could—kissme—it's so hard to go—feeling you near—and that you don't care for me at all. If only I hadn't failed you—this time! If only— But it was because of you I didn't want to—kill him—unless—un- less it was necessary. It seemed all • right—the other way—You won't think badly of roe, Deirdre?" "No, no, Conald dear, but don't try to talk now." "I've been hard on you—Deirdre— But you won't think ill of me. It's the way men are made—and I didn't understand how it was with you -and NieMSES The Toronto Hospital for Incpr-. a0.bler, In affiliation with Bellevue and A,hied Hospitals, New Xork. City,. pf ere a three years' Course of Train - Ing to young women,: having the re- quired education, and desirous :of:In- toning _nurses. This Hospital. has adopted the eight-hour system, The puPils..recei'e uniforms of the Scheel, a anonthly allowance and trayelting expenses toandfrom Now York, For Ifurther information apply to the Mupertntendent. Davey—not till that night in the hut., ole and ride out along the fiat, dun - re I hadn't brought trouble between colored road to the hills, Mrs. Mary you—you might forgive me.. Ann, driving a string of snow-white "Conal, Conal," Deirdre sobbed, the tears streaming over bar.face: "You're `geese along the `green ledges of: the g wayside, called to her, but :Deirdre dear: to me' yourself.—dear in your fled on, past the cottage that the own;Way. :Haven't youalways been—, Schoolmaster. and she •had lived in, and ,••I:haven't been good to you—al-1 past theout-croppnpinggs of gorse be- ways. My heart's breaking to hear ginning to bud goldenly on the edge of you talk like this." thelain. .She bent over and kissed him. Ali'McNab•chuckled softly, rub - Conal opened his eyes. The mellow bing his hands together. light of serene happiness had drifted into them. They rested on her face as though they were loath toleave it. His long fingers were knotted about her bands, "Pm happier than ever I was in my life, 'Deirdre, darling," he whispered. CHAPTER XLVI, The Albatross was in. Just before midday, carts and carry -alis had clattered along the road to the Port. Deirdre, riding . down he. had to stoop aver him to catch from the hills at dawn, had seen the the - words on his lips, so faint and schooner an the dim sliming screen of sea and sky. There was no wind, and like a great white bird she hovered outside the bar, waiting for the wind and tide to carry her into the quiet waters of the inlet. never have happened, if I'd hved, so It was not until midday that a it's good to die. You'll look after breeze sprang up, sending white, curl- Ginger—'ginger for pluck'—dear old ed breakers high over the bar, and the devil—never 've got here—but. for Albatross on the crest of them came A Pretty Style for Spring. her. And Sally—good old Sally -not sailing into the harbor. She rode a cattle mong' like her—countryside." furling her sails to the dog wood Knitted spots suits promthe to be The ghost of a smile flitted over his wharf on its further side. A crowd popular in the Dominion for spring and lips, had gathered to meet her, and it was summer wear, partly because they are 'If only=" early afternoon before the vehicles youthful and infoannaL The girl in Recollection of McNab came, ban- began to rattle back along the road to the picture wears a white costume hoarsely .uttered they were, as though the thoughts left .him without his lips having power to form them.. "Never expected to put my head en your knees —hold your hand—like this. It would Lifebuoy may be safe- ly used on the tender- est akin. It is wonderfully cleansing for little hands. faces and bod- ies. Lljvboay baSkjj have GeoaN- JuJheoJthyshlas, The Mo Xe ' tiarrnf°` "`d 5rir p WI Ole/ The nth tertais from which Siiiarj Nowerseiremede Pihe waytheyaremude guarantee durable and sniisil ctely service, Tin -keenest cuitoryyour money can buy. Aekior a SinS:1't8 2.soiferbyi,aao, JAMES—SMART RANT. eseq,Vlae ONT. .• fishing the peaceful happiness from his face; His eyes blazed. There was .a momentary struggle for breath and he fell •back fighting for life. Then, on a long sigh, he was still. Deirdre tried the brandy again. She called him. She felt for his heart. His head was very heavy on her knees. She stared down on the finely chiseled features, so still,upraised before her. Her tears rained over them. The quiet was unbroken but for Steve's crying like a child. Then Sally, lying crouched against the door of the hut, lifted her voice in a long, mournful howl that told the shrouded hills and all the creatures of them that the soul of her master, Long Conal—Conal, the Fighter—had passed on. CHAPTER XLV. Deirdre knew that McNab would not come near Steve's while the dead body of Conal lay there. In the morn- ing, she saddled the chestnut and rode into Wirreeford. "It was you shot Conal and I'm go- ing to let all the countryside know it," she said, facing McNab in the reeking parlor of the Black Bull. "And who do y' think will believe you?" McNab sidled up to her, his eyes kindling. "Everybody who knows you." them they would go on, she had de - "And they'll say to you: `How do cided. They would wonder why she y' know?' 'What proof have you got, was not on the wharf when the boat. Deirdre?' Nobody'll want to go agen got in, to meet them:. But McNab Thad MeNab lest they're sure—and! would not have that. He would not nobody'll want to be gestin' up and' lose sight of her. Besides she did not eivin' evidence against McNab lest` want to meet the eyes of the men and women who would be there, and hear what they had to say. She was cut off from the world as she stood at the window' of McNab's house. Her mind was too utterly weary to reason further. As she had come with the idea of using Con- watched and waited a sense of bleak al's death as a weapon against Mc - Nab; but it had suddenly become use- less in her hands. "Now look here, my dear, it's no, use bein' nasty," McNab said. "You know and I know, there's no man in the Wirree would go against me 'less he was pretty sure of getting some- body stronger than himself to back i in for him,at Steve's—what he would g him. Well; es he going to get anybody? think when he found the letter that That's the question." was lying for him there. - Deirdre thought of M'Laughlin, l Steve would have to read it for him. sodden with drink and as much Me- It would break his heart, the letter Nab's creature as any other man in l`.that she had wept and prayed over; the Wirree. rat it was better that his heart should MaNab chuckled though there was break than that he should, go to the Island again. And Steve, poor old a nervous edge Lois voice. "There's Sergeant M'Laughlin, of Steve, would die in peace some day course, he's police officer for the lis- and be put to Conal. A Islwhere they had put strate—assitrict, You can tell him your story if fashion by M'Laughlin andstedu 9 a you like. But he's a hard-headed man, M'Laughlin. He'll want proofs. And had duly investigated and found that then don't forget I've still the trump his tragic death was an impenetrable card up me sleeve." mystery. An open verdict," they Her immobility maddened him. called the finding, (To be continued.) "See here, Deirdre," he said, shak- ing with rage, 'I've been patient with I' you till now, and m not a patient man. Y' may not 've liked the ways of my love-makin', but they're my ways. Either you take my terms or you leave them. And if you send any more jackanapes to pie y'll find them served as was Conal. the hills- and Wirreeford. Deirdre brightened with a conventional block stood at the window of McNab's par design, lor, behind the curtains that had been hung up in her honor watching them. She saw none of the curious looks re and gestures that went her way, the pitiful glances that covered her. For the news of the Port that morning beat any the boat had brought. Those., who saw the dim white face of the girl at the window and her shadowy' eyes,. knew that she was Thad Mc- Nab's wife. They knew that MoNab had driven Deirdre Farrel into the a Port before any of them were astir and that a clergyman had married them to the church there. "Why did she do it? What could have made her," they asked each other. "It wasn't for love of his beautiful face, be sure," snarled Salt Watson. "It's hard on the Schoolmaster. He'll not know of it yet," somebody else said Deirdre neither heard nor saw them. She was watching for Davey and Dan to pass. She had seen Mrs. Ross and Jessie go by to the Port in Cameron's double -seated buggy. She thought they would ride together to the hills in that, Davey and her father. If they knew, they would stop at the Black Bull; if no one had told they're sure they re comm out on the right side of the business." "Proof? there's proof enough?" Deirdre's voice rang clear, though her heart was beginning to quail. She knew that what he said was true. She desolation closed in on her. Her eyes ached for sight of the Schoolmaster's form against the clear sky, although she knew she would, hardily ,seeit above the buggy and among other people. She asked herself what he would do when he found that she *as not wait - "Maybe y're waitin' and hopin' young Davey '11 come overland," he: rasped on, "to—to help you. Don'tr iatabata,get in my way again, Deirdre. Don't let Whet •Tf he a my to t' he'll have- to get out of it." I w& Or you will have to get out of bis 1 Deirdre's eyes flashed into his. She, saw the mean, cunning soul in them., She knew that it would be: Davey who' would get�out, that there was no fight-' So Often noes, ing 1IcNab. Davey would die as Conal ' "How can I be sire I love him?" had died, of a shot in the dark, or a. "Wali dear, s glance at bis bank death -dealing stab in the back, • boot might help you to decide." McNab realised that she had mea- • sured his chalices against Davey Gam ellnard's Liniment for Coughs ec 00148 eron, Davey's chances against him, • in that moment, for all her proud Adjustable. took. I An ornamental notal dish holder "There's a boat just to the Port— takin' 00 seine cattle ---brought news has heeu Invented that can be adjust from Melbourne," he said. "Davey's ed to fit almost soy round or oval cook - acquitted. So is the Schoolmaster. Ing utensil, July didn't find there was evidence Understanding is the first great enough to convict. They'll be coming aiding by the Albatross, She's due in need in all human relations. E a couple of, days. Johnson, Cameron's man, Lbrought word. If you don't marry me—If y're not Mrs. McNab before that boat gots in—it can take yr father and' Steve along with lt. It goes right oh to Hobart Town after ealling here." ' 'Deirdre stumbled out of the room, MeNab did not follow her. Ile knew that she would not fight any more. He watched her swing into her sad - About the House ' fit your heeds. 1ti'itct you wash ,with the antiseptic flesh -colored soap, then you rinse it off • aid wash -with the nourishing and protecting . creamy white cake: It takes only half a, min- ute longer than washing the one -soap way, but when .you're through with your washing you're through with your beauty treatments, for with these you Won't need a whole boxful of other preparations. ' When I was a little girl my mother. always'. 'Made • ree, take sulphur and molasses in the spring. This,was sup- posed ,to 'tone up the systazn. and re- lieve the skin' of whiter blotches. But nowadays we take our -spring sulphur in more pleasant forms, Internally we substitute' plenty of. Water and spring greens, Externally we use a • sulphur 'soap and 'a cream: For the hair that needs' spring, ton- -iiig-up: there is a 'sulphur•tonic as clear se crystal and as fragraht as a pine :forest., This •takes away the dandruff and leaves the hair fluffy and pretty, but'hot•so soft that you "can't do a thing with it," It's useful for the wonian,who•ought to massage her scalp every night and doesn't. .The English. . language .' contains, about twenty thousand words: which ere of French origin. 9 SHORT CUTS TO BEAUTY. Here's a quick salt rub to the rescue of your winter skin. Ten chances to one it's been deadened and dulled by long days indoors and too much rich food. And this month, with the, gar- den, the eggs hatching, and summer sewing to do, one hardly has a minute for complicated treatments. Take a handful of table salt and rub it over your face and neck. Don't skimp at the corners of the nose, the ends of the mouth, or where the hair- line meets the forehead. Blackheads and a shine always choose those places. When the salt is absorbed, rinse it off in warm water. If you like your toilet articles all prepared, you can buy, in an attractive bax, a special - face salt that , contains other wholesome ingredients and may wake up your skin.a little quicker. The salt rub, is especially good for the thick, oily, sallow skin. If yours is thin and dry and irritates easily, sub- stitute finely ground corn meal. After a ,treatment your skin should feel satin smooth to the fingers, and look firm and rosy. Another quick beautifier is the two - soap method. Herb are just two cakes of soap—one flesh -colored, the other creamy -white. Whether your skin is oily, dry, oily and dry together, old, young, or fading, the lather of these two soaps can be varied in quantity to Minard's Liniment tor Carrie and ' Parte Every Meal. The 'Earth's '$uWtWt- Ciaew your food wei'll,, them use WIRIGL1I',Y"S to 'aid digestion. It a1'so keeps tilve. teens Cllealtr, breath sweet, appetite- keen. • the Great Canadian Sweetmeat Such deformities as bow-legs 'an lmock-knees are becoming much les frequent' owing to the 'spread o knowledge of hygiene among parent If you watch any hart of ti4A sky 14 a few minutes on a bright night' tit' t1tt time of the year, yen,can scarceljl fall' to seethe brilliant trail of a shoo Cry ing star. Ti;ese tiny visitoia froin space are' constantly falling upon the earth.' iii• fact, so.greatis their number that the duet that Bialys from thein causes etl • actual increase to alle earth's size art Fee centuries go by. What are they, and frees whence do. they come? Astronomers believe they' are minute fragments of a great planet which once circled round our sun. many .millions of miles outside out own path. Adcording to all caloulae time there should be a world between Mare and Jupiter.. Shattered Planets, The .others, travel in paths at regu- lar distances from the sun. M000017 is nearest, followed by Venus, our own "' earth, and Mars, Beyond this is H: mighty gap- iphicir was believed ihi d olden days to conitain nothing. s' Giant telescopes mavo shown that it is far from being unoccupied. It con- s, tains not one world but hundreds of .tiny globes, some es large as the moon,. and -others. :only a mile or two'in diameter, These asterotde, as they are called,. • are believed to be tide shattered rem- nants of the planet that once swung along the pabh, they now occupy. At some time In the distant past there must have been an appalling oatas- trop'he In the solar system. Some - great visitor from outside—perhaps a giant comet, perhaps another world struck this planet in a heatl-on colli- elon, Baot, was shattered into tiny pieces, Which, owing to their small else, cooled rapidly. The larger ones became little, worlds, inhabited probably by micro- scopic 'creatures; but the emcller,, ranging In size from that of a hay- stack to that of a walnut, wandered through space, whirling always round the sun, but pulled out of their true course by any great globe that Came near thein. Let us see what happens to one of them. For millions of years it strays through space, pulled now lois way, now that, but always managing to ovoid destruction. Titen one day its path comes near that of the earth. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, It is drawn towards out globe. Finally it feels the full force of the earth's mighty attraction. It rushes headlong towards us at perhaps twenty miles a second. Suddenly it is brought up short by hitting our atmosphere. Instead of the utterly empty realme of space,, which offer no resietance to its Passage, It encounters our envelope of air. Its speed is slowed down, but it rushes towards the ground at about a mile a seceud. Burnt to Dust. So terrible is the friction that in a fraction of a second the little stone, whose temperature a moment ago was 400 degrees below freezing point, be- comes white hot. That is the moment when it is first visible to our eyes as a brilliant point of light, The. heatrices as it rushes towards rte earth. In -an instant It has burnt up, leaving nothing but a trail of glow- ing dust, whioh falls slowly, cooling on its way. • If the earth had no atmosphere, life. on - its surface would be impossible, even if Nature designed beings that could live without air, for the constant fusillade of shooting stare, travelling thousands of times faster than rtfie bullets, would soon wipe out evety liv- ing thing. The atmosphere ode as a kind of bullet-proof overcoat. 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