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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1912-03-08, Page 26 S'EV TRIAL; OR, THE MEMORY OF A. BOY 'WITI-I DARK EYES. CHAFTI:1'o XV. "And I," I echo, but not aloud—"I too 'shalt know to -morrow," We find Olive and—Ronald Scott appar- ently exchanging confidences in the sun- shiee, Ronald with his elbow on the win- dow 'ill, looking up, and Olive looking -down. They cease talking when we make our appearance, which rather rouses my suspicion; but Olive kooks eo demurely unconscious that I Indy be mistaken in supposing she was telling• tales of me, And Ronald looks so curiously at Lily Ms we come forward to the window that I half fancy they must have been talking of her. "Oh, Rosalie, why have you put on that hideous dress?" "Hideous!" I repeat, looking down at at. "Do verybody doe! hideous, about the only unbecoming dress you have, Rosalie Mfrs, Lockhart is always wishing some- body would steal it, or burn it, or some- thing," Oh, Olive never admired my taste in dress!" But it is not becoming to you, indeed, Rosalie." My dear, I have ceased to study my appearance!" which is not true, since I have studied it particularly this even- ivAnd • I wanted you to look well," Lily says, sighing, as she considers me. If you look well, that is all that is of any consequence,' "Do I?" the girl asks wistfully. the looks exquisite in her dress of snowy llama softly ruffled with Spanish lace. My dear, I have spent the last hour and a half over your toilet—do you think it likely I would have ceased my efforts unless I had been satisfied with the re- sult?" She smiles a little at this—her iufantine innocent smile. tenderly10ok stroking thevpretty rose." lhite arm. "You must have more color in your cheek; than that, Lily, or else your husband will think I have been starving you!" There is color enough in her cheeks for, a minute after that; but it fades away again; the deep pansy blue eyes look darker n le childish skbe,even the little gloved hand shakes as I clasp it closely in my own. I sball be glad when this interview is over. My own heart is beating—my own color comes and goes at every sound without—I am almost sorry I told Digges to light up the drawing -room; but I wanted Gerard to see his wife in a full blaze of light, to be dazzled by ber beauty, as I know his artistic imagination will be dazzled by it, surrounded by every adventitious aid that I can think of or devise. eightIt is a eer Xv�snticrhe may be hr; haeeaearia mkestyiaaoalonigttion;onoat at thRald has been out all day shooting; it is scarcely five minutes since be ran up- stairs to dress. He too seems rather ex- cited—I cannot think what has come over him, He does not seem jealous of my expected visitor --he seems rather in a hurry to have him come. His manner puzzles me a little, because he is gener- ally so grave and self-contained, so im- pervious apparently to the mere out- ward influences which have, such power to raise or to depress me. Old Digges has :certainly none his beat to illuminate the drawing -room. The w,oe4.ilre or all i;ar e au the rtlx,efe' ie sea •� . p tt 'r' y o how. ain�iha 'wham it belongs, quaint and rich Anda d fashioned, and it never looks so well as when it is lighted up at night. And its warm red tones throw out that white oftnwarltsinnhfliuhe11711X lights. as ae full velvet throws out some fair white statue, rendering its whiteness more purely white by contrast. I have drawn Lily into the best light the room affords, un- eonselouslr to herself, and there I keep her standing while I listen for the wheels which seem to my impatience to tarry so long. You must stay here if I go out to meet him, Lily; remember that," "Here—alone?" she asks, with frighten- ed Mye Carl ngk twill only be for a Mo- ment. But you must promise me not to stir." Not even to run to the door, Rosalie?" "Not to move from where I leave you, dear—it is X who should welcome him to Woodhay, you know—" "Oh, yes! But might I not come with you?" • No. I wish to see him first ---for a mo- ment --alone." You won't keep me too long waiting?" she pleads, with a tremulous smile. "Indeed min•uta probably, smuh toilet thiseevvening. or long It be that he does not with to be present at the meet. inn. of husband and wife? Aunt Rosa never makes her appearance till the gone sounds --I do not think there is much danger of her veering oat of her groove ,to -night. fancy en I h areFwheeleight—five—three.ithist; but the clock ticks so loudly that I cannot be rertain. "Here he isl" Lily says. putting her beer] to her heart. "Are you sure?" "Oh, quite sure!" "Then, do not stir—remember wet you have promised me!" 1 ,say, and cross the room quietly, looking back at her over rev shoulder. The picture is perfect; all the light 1 Gavel Stamina. ft will benefit your children: or your, invalid. E•2.13 - ISS[.?I'. 1O---12 J) seems concentrated' about the exquisite figure standing in the middle of the•floor ^she lecke more 11lre a vision than a humanbeing, so pale is she, with all that glary of light falling full on ilex goldeu head. With a long breath, wbich is almost a sigh. I open the door and walk into the hall just as Gerard Baxter steps into it out of the starry darkness of the Septem• ber night. Ile catches sight of me in a moment, and comes forward quickly, his hat in one hand, the other stretched out to meet mine. Welcome to Woodhay," I say, smiling And the dreaded meeting is over. "Thank you," he answers, in the voice I remember so well, and stands there looking down at me, while I look up at him with eyes which seem to have end- denly grown dim. This is not my boy, this stalwart man. black -haired and bearded like a pard! Tbis is not the lad I remember, the lad whom my imagination had clothed with every fair attribute under the sun! Surely I must have forgotten him, or else he must have changed mysteriously, if thie pallid handsome man is the boy I Loved long ago—the Gerard Baxter whom my god -like fancy bad endowed with per- petual youth! This man looks old for his age, is inclined to be stout, is splen- didly handsome certainly, with a kind of foreign perfection of feature and col- oring; but he is not the lad with whom I fell in love three years and a half ago— the slender, poverty-stricken artist who "did win my heart from me" in Mrs. Wauelhope's shabby house in Carleton Street, and broke it, here at Woodhay, the day I came of age! "Will you go in there?" I say, loosing my hand from his, close grasp,, and nod- ding my head toward the drawing -room door. "I promised not to detain you for more than a minute," Is slie here?" he asks, ie. a sort of breathless fashion. "Yes." Ile hesitates for a moment, looking at me. I wonder what he thinks of me in the ugly mouse -colored velveteen which my. friends wish somebody would steal or destroy. I suppose you 11avn forgotten me?" he says, a little wistfully. "Quite," I answer, with a cheerful smile -"as you have forgotten me." He shakes his head at that; but I put lmiim toward the open on zt dorm and anmsee that he is eager to go in. and yet he hesi- tates—can it be out of compassion for me? Go in," I say smilingly. and usher him into the softly -illuminated room. waiting ,lust long enough—unnerceived by either— to see the look of bewilderment on his face change suddenly into passionate ad- miration, and to hear her low cry of de- light as she rushes forward into his out- stretched arms. * * * Dinner is over --such a merry dinner as had not taken place at Woodhay for many a long day. Not even the grim portraits of my visage could°danpp our butler's irth aI sol- emn not believe any one gave a single thought to either, Even Aunt Rosa laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks at Gerard's adventures abroad, which he 'related . with a quiet humor that somehow reminded me of Mark Twain and the irresistible "Mr. Barris." He has tray led a good deal, e a of . _ g:tlwl entail Scott I never saw him lookingof hailerbefore as he has looked ever since Gerard Baxter came into the house. After dinner, we three ladies betake ourselves to the drawing -room. Aunt Rosa disposes y herself for then rug on MY favorite low -chair, and rests her el- bow on my knee and her cheek in her hand, looking into the fire with serenely bannv eyes. Well. Lily," I ask at last, "is your silly little heart at rest?' long think th50'"Oh, 1tosalie,,r1 drawingsli a - n! " so hap - Long may your happiness continue, darling," 1 say, and bend down to kiss the down forehead, "Rosalie," she says presently taking my Band and leaning her cheek upon it, "I wish you were as happy as I am to. night." "Dear, I am very happy," I answer, a little startled by the unexpected aspira- tion. Are you?"—looking up at me with soft questioning eyes, "Indeed I am." She sighs a sigh of the most complete content. I want you to be hap»y, Rosalie: you have been so good to vie—and to him." And I am rewarded now by seeing your happiness, Li1y—and his," " I think ho is hannv," she says dream - f1' 1 laoomlri uresure is, Iihe fido not know any- body who looks happier than lie looked to -night." "Sir i vel;tstedsobess Ronald but hitime she Lily not Took up at me, "Yes; I thought he looked in rather better humor than usual." looked in n cst his been lin evenieg di ess eiwith his grave face and drooping brown mustache and that laughing look in his brown eyes. It is certainly very becom• ing to people to Iook happy, I wonder if 1 too look happier than usual to -night? "r wish you hadn't worn this ugly envsnvroLily a colored velveteen with smooths de- heath band. "Do I look the]) a show, Lily?" haveell, you ook d inbn't your i whiok te dress, orcin the blue flowered one, or in our pink silk." Never mind. I can wear my pink silk to -morrow night." "13ut Gerard won't be here to -morrow night," Somebody else will, though -1 think so, with a strange glad thrill at my Heart, While I 1 never felt thisebefore,1 wondering s her head, listening to some sound in the hall. You think you will never see him again," I laugh, pulling her little pink ear.He is coming," she says, rising from her place on the earthrug to stand with her eyes fixed upon the door. when 11'elooks forRonaldmtotfollo hunt' into the room, I am disappointed—Ronald has gone out to solace himself with a cigar. * The terrace le steeped in moonlight as bright as day, all the flowers in" my gar. dein stand up like the ghosts of flowers— white in the white light of the moon. I have come out on to the terrace ostenaT- bly to breathe tlo cool delieions night. air, but is reality to give the lovers in the drawing -room a few .momenta to- gether before Digges comes in with ten, But T l ut I ate glad I Baine out, the night fee STOPS COUOI1S S'"RICE. s5 ao serene, so lieaverrlyxu its girt so unolouded; the air is 80 (10194, S 11 the perfume of ray beds of via stock arid . mignonette. 1 lean terrace balcony watching the from branch to branch of en y eb" ing trees, a ite knitted i;1a, "eel ' round my head and shadowy figure "gray ermine!! So Ronald rinds me wtien e round from the dining roofs Miter, finishing his cigar. " Do I sleep—do X dreg Or are visions about?; the laughs, throwing away t to lean over the balcony* besidehat look chance induced you to:'wahfr ing here tonight, cousin?" No chance et all, but nature " 1 answer. em'i'rg "ttr others what I would have the uiato me in the same circumstance 0 at wee alt,,, I -bless the kindly though',�P. •eteneld says, looking at my, smiling fee by the light of the moon, ''We must Ic ea them a long time together, Allis, Mae at we?" 1 do not think he bee ever ealled'.011 Allie before; if he has, I ale not re- member it. But I like to latiaaean1 c:xy it in that grave tender voice :te "I must give them some teas ag ',tee tare"' "Tea! Do you think they -will want tea—or anything else—while they have each other?" 'But Aunt Rosa will wake up hhe clock- work and call out for hers—you know she always does." I hope her jollity at dinner,a all have a sportifie effect, Ronald laugh{ shrug- Ting hrugming his shoulders. dile, what: a night it is. X was just wishing 1 Gould per- suade you to come out when I turned the aorner of the house and =found you itching e tufted em one's far, at t'to. wish "Were you, indeed?" I say, the moon glide across from o tree -top to another. It is s wishes are so quickly granted least, as my experience goes ' "One would think you had ori for very little, AlIie," "How so?" I ask, turning ivy' bead to look at him. Why. most people would say ;you had all your heart could desire." "Has anybody that, I wonder?" I have gone back to my eontahiplation of the moon, and I speak ; Inc words dreamily, not so much a question as an assertion, yet Ronald answers them as if they had been a question, e Do you mean, es there anybody per- fectly happy in the world?" "If having all the heart could desire would make one happy—yes. "I only desire one thingat this,mo- ment," m t,"Ronald says, in a ower_ tone. you Nanny? "To make me so intolerably 1ienpy that I would count one hour of socli happi- ness worth the pain and toil of a life- time if by that only could I attain it." He is not looking at me now, but at my dusky belt of woodland rising densely black against the faint fair moment sky. But I ',lance at his grave face—almost stern it looks as he stands" there erect in the moonlight—and wonder' why my heart beats so loudly, and what'hew glory has come to the soft splendor'of the Sep- tember night. "Attie," he says, turning to me sudden- ly, "you told me once that you eared so much for somebody else—that, though I might be a thousand times better—a thou- sand times more worthy—these _ are your own words—I could never be tmyou what that man was." Yes," I answer vaguely, remembering the day and the hour when I had said it, standing in the drawing -room window at Woodhay—the very windiew which is glimmering behind us" now in the light of the moon. "I did not ask you the name then, and I am not going to ask it naw," Ronald goes on, in the same quick ,bassionate way. "But X am going to ask you if you will reconsider your answer to me that day, Allie=if you can find it in your heart to love me a little now—X, who have loved you so long!" " sly . heart! What heart? 1M heart lies buried under those niixbt la . ;' . ' - in he, hollow y der' xrase,a,gli al"`+l,lut Ilea" 11.0 beal'f;. rr " uti "Raw. yen not?" e fling a little. g "A'lt's I a am. i ws' ex ti x� you. '. I think you'hAPe," ' y ' and In a moment—in a socwnli of, time, it seems to me—my spirits flies away to that shadowy combs down •l;y the _ xushinl river, where the moonlht glimpses so mysteriously ehreueli tho,moving branch- es. and searches till it finds that lonely grave—finds it, and tears away the moss• es, the long trailing -grasses, the dead leaves of three sorrowful winters, and discovers—nothing. It is ,not there, the heart that X buried there • eree years- ago —that shallow grave had no power to hold it—it is free! "Allle, have you no heart to give me now?" He is watching my face, he hes drawn nearer to me—he holds out bis arms. And,. with a rapture that is too deep for utter - and suffertmyselftto haunting in the strong arms of the man whom I believe I have• really loved since the very day that he ceased fn make love to me! THE BED. SENT TO ASYLUA. Was Deaf and Dumb, and Thonght Him Insane. A startling story of a man con- signed to Nottingham (England) Lunatic Asylum simply because he was deaf and dumb, reported to the Notts County Council, led to Mr. R. M. Knowles issuing as grave warning to magistrates to take greater care that patients they cer- tify for the asylum are really in- sane., "Recently," he said, "a mein was sent to the asylum from a . distant part of the country. The medical facts were so glaringly deficient, simply stating he was deaf and dumb, that when the report was sent to the Lunacy Commissioners in due course they ordered the man's immediate release,, • "The sending of a person to an asylum was a serious mattes," he, said, "and although the magis- trates are in a great measure guided by doctors' opinions, they must take the utmost care to satisfy themselves that the person alleged, insane wasreally a proper person to be detained," He 'declined to give the, names of the doctor and the magistrate concerned The road is easy if love 'is the vehicle. fleG$ CEYLON TEA—BECAUSE OF ITS UISIVARRYING GOOD QUALITY , H,l1G17iRiST AWVAs -g0. L01{3f3, 1904. 014 Sold only In Load 1Paekots. ZU"y all Grocers, "LADY HELPS" NOW TRAINED. To .Meet Rousehold Needs in Great Great Britain. In order to embark on a career in England, .mealy girls of fairly good social position are cheerfully going in for a six months' training in housework. 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