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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1914-07-24, Page 2ACTIVITIES OF WOME►A, Or', the Belle of the Season, OITA'TB)t XVII,-COontinued), "I saw yob both when you stood op•. posite each other after ,the carriage cielent," she said, coolly, "'I: am not blind,. and I am not particularly stupid, It didn't strike 'me at the time that there had been atxything° 'wrong between you; but. I .have slues seenyou elook at Sir Stephen•, and --you have an expressive facto sometimes, oh', my Jather!" Tie grinned sourly. "You appear to keep your eyes • open, &laude, Yes; there was a row between ets and :there free a ginldge -"W11!& you mean to pay off?" shc+ said, as impassively as if they were speak, ing of the merest trivialities, • "Which I eouid pay off• -gratify, if I liked," he admitted. "How?" she asked, He did not reply, but glanced at her sideways and bit at. the cigar which ate had stopped to :light. - "Shall' I tell you, if I were a man and I wanted revenge upon smelt ;a man as Sir Stephen Orine, what I should do, fa - there" she asked, in n low rotes, and Looking straight before her ;Le if she were meditating. "You can if you like. • What tiwould you do?" he replied, with. a touch of sarcastic Amusement. • Sho looked round her and over her shone. der. The window's near them were clos- ed, Stafford, with his cigarette, was too far off to overhear them, "If I were a man, rich and powerful as you are, and I owed :another a, grudge; I would not rest night or day until I had got him `into my power. Whether I meant to exact my revenge or not, I would wait and work, and scheme,: and plot, until I bad him at nay mercy, so : that I' could say: 'See, now, you got the better of me. onee. Yon played me falee once, but. it is my turn. now.' He should suue for mer- cy, and I would grant • it -or refuse it -as it pleased me; but he should feel that he was in my power; that any hand was fin or than his, arty strength greater!" He shot a glance at her, and his great rugged face grew lined, and stern. "Where did you get those ideas? Why do you talk to ewe like this?" he muttered, with surprise and some suspicion. "I am not a child," she said, languid- ly. "And I have been living with you for some time now. Sir Stephen 'Orme is a great man, is surrounded by great and famous people, while you, with' all your money, are" -she shrugged her shoulders w e11, juet nobody," His face grew dark. She was playing on him as a musician plays on an insert], ment with which he is completely famil- iar. "What do you mean? he muttered. "If I were a man,, in year .place, I would have the great Sir Stephen at my feet, to make or to break as I pleased, I. would never rest until 1 could be able to Say: `You're a groat man in the world's eyes, but I am your master; you,.are-my Puppet, and you have to'[lance to .-my music, whether the tune be a dead march or a jig.' That is. what I should do if 1 were a man; but I am only;a girl, and it seems to 'mw uowadayd thatmen have more of the 'woman in them than we hare," -., -- ; ---, - :teteeprel dark at her in the' moonlight, a dark frown eu '-sir fare, his mew heavy' with doubt and suspicion. Look here, any girl," he said, "you are showing' up in' a new light to -night. You are talking as you mother used to talk. went. you aren't doing it without a pur- pose. What is it? What grudge can you, a mere girl -who has only known hila for a couple of days, have against Sir Ste. phenP" She smiled. "Let us say that I am only concerned for my father's wounded pride and hon. or" she said."Or let us say that I have • a game of my own to' play, and that I am asking you to -help me while you gra- tify your own' desire for revenge. Will you help ane?" : Tell me -tell me what your ,game is - Good gracious! -with. a scowl. "Fancy you having a game:' it's -it's ridiculous!" "Almost as ridiculous as calling me a girl and expecting to see me playing with a doll or a hoop," she returned, calmly. "But you needn't reply. X can sea you mean to do it, like a, good ,and indulgent father; and same day. pdthaps soon, I will, like a good, and dutiful daughter, tell you why I wanted you to de it. Is that you, Mr. Orme? WiII I come and • sing? Oh, yes, if you wish it. •Where. is the little dog?" she asked, leo ing up at - "What for?" he 'asked. Mfr. Falconer smfled. "That's my business," he said; "The only thing :that: mattere to you ts,„that• by taking the; trltaree off your hands 1 0-01'. he doing you a service. "That's true: you shall have 'em,” said Kr, alairenberg; "slut I -warn yea it's a heavy lot," "You shall have a cheque tomorrow,"' ' rsaid. Mr. Falconer. "'Where: did you get that cigar: it' takes my fancy?" Isfr, Griffenberg produced his cigar-casewith. with alacrity: the liked Ur. Falcaneres way of doing business. At the mom nt Stafford Left -the Villa:, Ida wee standing by the window in the drawing-roozu of heron !Tall. On the ta- ble beside her' lay a book which she•' had thrown down with a gesture of.impa- tience. She was too restless to read, or to work; and the intense quietude of the great !house weighed upon her with .the weight of a tomb, All day ince site had left Stafford, his words of passionate love had haunted her. They sang in her ear's even as she spoke to her father, or Jessie; or the dogs 'whet followed her about with wistful .;wee as if they were asking her what ailed her, and as if they would help her. Ile loved her! -She had raid it to her- self a thousand times all through the long, afternoon, the dragging evening. lie lov- ed: her. 'Lewes so strange, so incredible. They had only met three or four times; they had ;said so litile to each other. Why, she could remember almoet' every: word. Ho loved her, had knelt to her, he had told her so . in passionate words, with looks which made her heart tremble, her breath come fast as she recalled them. Mat is, he wanted her to be his wife, to gi e.. herself to him. to 'bo with him.. al- ways, never:to leave him. The strangenese, the suddenness of the thing overwhelmed her so that she could not think of it calmly. Ile had asked her to think of it, to decide, to give him an answer. Why eould'she not? She1had always, hitherto, known her own mind. If anyone had asked her a question about the :estate about the farm, sho had known what to answer, important as the ques- tion . might . !:ave been. But now she seemed as if her mind were paralysed, as if elle could not decide, Was it be- canee she had never thought of love: be- cause she had never dreamt, that any- one would love her so much as to want to have her by his side for all his life? As she looked through the window at the moonlight, on the lawn, she thought of him; called up the vision of his tall, graceful figure and handsome face -yes; lie was handsome, she knew. But she hard scarcely given a thought to his face; and only felt that it was good to have him near her. to hear his talk in his deep voice, broken sometimes by the - short laugh which sounded• almost boyish., It had been good to have him near her - But then, she had been so lonely, had seen so' few men -scarcely any at all= Suppeee when she met him next time, she said "No," to'.d' him that .the could not love him, and he went away, leaving her for .suer; AN-0111ddale be sorry? She turned away from the window suit - 'Never Donald, who was l-r-ipg at her feet, his. nese on his paws. hie.great eyes fixed. sadly and spec- ulatively on her'face, and caught up the book. But his face.eame between her and• the page, bend Rhe put the book down and •into the hall. Her father was .in : the library-, ther him with . a new.. expression in en !angor one eyes, as she glided beside him. 'Asleep on my bed," replied Stafford, with a laugh. "My man has turned him off and made him a luxurious tones, with cushions three or four tithes, hue ho would nereist on getting on again, so he'll have to stay. I suppose?" "Are you aiwaye so good-natpred?" she asked, in a low voice. "Or do you re- serve ail your tenderness of heart for doge and horses -as Ids. Howard declares?" "Mr. Howard is too often an ass," re- marked Stafford, with a smile. 'Yon shall choose your song, as a re- ward for your exentions this afternoon," -she said, as he led her to the : piano.." Most of the Yuen in the crowd waiting eagerly for the etcquisite voice would have been moved to the heart's (ore by her tone and the expression' in lier usually cold eyes, but Stafford was clothed in the Amor o ilia great love, "and only (lined h.1s head.. "Thanks :anything you like," he sold, with the proper amount of gratitude. She shot a glance at him and sank into tbo musid.seat languidly, But a moment afterwards, ,ae if she could not help her- eon, she was singing; a Tuscan love song, with a subdued easel -me which thrilled even the blase audience clustered round her,: It thrilled Stafford; but only with the desire to be -near Ida, A desire that became irresistible; and when he had finished he left the room, caught up his hat and overcoat and went cut of the house, As he did so, lair, Falconer walked past him into the smoking -room. Mr. Griffeli berg was alone there, seated in a.. bag . .n'{,nt,+.,.,i.+; ;kir ti black, as .µr.•vtb•r. M•' rr Y�: ' fiat and • e "oxijas a.p o'idef., Falconer wheeled' a chair up to him, and, in biis Aunt faehi515, said: • JL;t bd ii•1° 1 °tir5.'-raihway scheme of Orme's, Griffenber"g?" Mr, Griffenberg nodded, "And your, Gai •1li'aleoner, succinctly. "1 am foinfng. 1 supifoee it's all right; Orme will'he' able_ to oari'y it through?" Griffenberg omitted a thick cloud of smoke, , "It will try him a bit. It's a question of capitol- big capital I'm helping !tins got his Oriental shares us °eaves. A bit aivkwaed for me, for I`ni rather pushed just tune -that State loan; yoti know." Fakme er ' nodded, "I know, See here: S'11 take those shares frerm n'ou, if you like, .and if you 11 env .nothing about it." Ids. Griffohberg eyed .his ; com»anlon's 8ttgged face :keenly,. was no sound ii the house to drown the voice. 'the i,assionatel'y pleading•-;voide which rang in her ease; "I must go out, the said. "I shall .be able to think in the air, shall be Able to decide. She caught up .a'shawl and flung; it carelessly over her . head,' quite uncon- seious that the fleecy, rose-oolored wool made an exquisite frame for ,the girileh loveliness of her face, and -opening. the door, event slowly down the broken, lich- on-covered steps, the :two dregs following at her heels: • She drew in the keen but balmy air with a long breath, and looked up at the moon, now a yellow crescent in the starry sky: and something in the beauty of the night, .something subtly novel thrilled her with a strange sense of throbbing, pule - fee joy and happiness, underneath 'tvhlcli lurked es subtle a fear and dread, the fear and dread el those who stand upon the threshold of the unknown; who, in Missing that threshold, enter a world of ,strange things which they never -more may leave. Love: what was it? Did she feel it? Oh, if she could only tell! What should she any to him when she met him: and when should she meet him? Perhaps he had Come to regret his avowal to her, had been wearied and disappointed by :her coldness and would not come again! At the thought her heart contraeted ae if at the touch of an ioy hand. But the next moment it.leapt with cu!foeating sense of mystery, of half -fearful joy, for she saw him coming across the lawn to her, and heard. her name, spoken as . it had never; ;pet been spoken.excepting by him; and she stood, still as.a statue, as he held' out his !land' and, looking into her eyes, murmured her name again:. ,,hiAPZ,Ei $VIII. "Ida!" It was the lover's cry .of appeal, - the prayer for love 'uttered by the heart that loves passionately; and it went straight to her own heart.. She ,bs• t.o t her Band, and he took it and held it iroboth his. el have come for your answer,' he said in the low voice that, thrills; the voice wluoh Gays to inuch more than the mere words. -''I could not wait -I tried to keep'' away from ;won until to -morrow; but it was of no use. I am here, you see, and I want your answer. Don't tell' me it is 'No!' Trust me, Idaretruet to my love for You. I -will devote my life to trying to �u1zieke yon. happy. Ab,' !silt you know! What is year linewer? have sou thought -You prehalsed me 'you 'would 'think?". "1stave thought," she said, at, last have tilolgt o ?",ptng glee W&ute .fn }a ' the 'truth -to tell.gots. truly as i vettlr to myself -hut it is so hard to know— Sometimes when. I 'drink natal, Yon may, go away; anti that may not see you again, 'lily hear sin cs, and , s feel, oh, so wretched." Tie waited for no more, but, caught her to him, and as she lay in his arms only elightly.struggling;,her face upturned, he beet hie own, almost whites with passion; and kissed her o11 the lips; and not once only. The blood rnehed to her fate, her bosom rose.atid fell, and, :her face grown pale again, her 'eyes gaged up into • his. half fierecly, half appealingly;' then sud- denly they grew moist, as if with tears, her lips quivered, amd fibau them ea•me, as if involuntarily, the words of eurrend� er, the maiden confession:: I love :Nur he uttered a low, ellarte ere-, the expt•cs-. ;Oen of his heart's delight, hie souls tri. =oh. 'Toll lova met Ida! ulo't ow do;'you know -when?" She Shook keit •head and led as she pressed her cheek against h retest '1 don't know. It was just }tow tote mo- ment when you kissed me. Then it oamo to me suddenly -,-the kpowiedge•-the truth,,. It was .aa if a (lath of light had revealed it to me. OYt yes, Z love you. I wish -almost I wish that 1 dia.-nat. Por - it hurts me,!„ , She wrested her hand to her heart and gazed up at slim 'with, the wonder of a child who is meeting its first eaperienee. of the 'strange eonxmingling of , pain and joy. • Bs reined her in his arias until her foes was agaluse dais: kl;tltiv-dearest,',. he said, "almost in a whieper.` It is love -,-it is always so, I think. My heart is aching.. with longing for you, and ;Yet 1 ata happy bow happy! And you? Tell me, Ida?" "Yes, I ani Jlapny," Rho breathed, with deep sigh, as she nestled .still closer him, "It ie all so atzauge-,,o unreal!,; ""Not unreal dearest, " 11e said as'the walked under the •trees, her head againe his shoulder; his arm round her waist an supporting her. "It hs real enough, thi boyo of nine -which swill :bast sue till m death, I know; and.youi;s?'" She gazed straight before ler dreamily "There can be no heaven .without you without your love," elle arxswered, with solemn note in her sweet Voice. He premed her to .Sufu1- "of.nd you have - thought it all out, You have realized that you will he In;,r wife - my very own," Yes," she :said. "I know now. I .know that I am' giving you myself, teat, I a placing• all my life in your hand;." "God help me to guard it and make i banp'y!" he said: then he laughed. have 110 fear! I will make you happy Ida! I -I feel that I shall. Do you un derstand what I mean? I feel as if 1 had been set• 'apart, chosen from all.the. mil- lions of men, to love you and -cher iph you and make you harpy! And y u, Ida?" She looked up at him wit ls�tbue same far -away, dreamy expression tf! her -won- derful eyes. '"Now at this moment I felt that .I, too, have. been set apart for you: is it because You have just said the same? No, because I felt it when you kissed me just now. Ah, I.am glad you did it! If you had not, I might not have known that I level You. .I might have let you - go for ever, thinking that.1 did . not care. It was Your kiss that opened my heart to me and showed me—" Ile bent over her -until. his lip,: nearly touched here. "Kiss me in return -of your own ae- eirrd, Ida! But onee, if yon will; l it kiss me!„ Without °.blush, solemnly as if it were a sacrament, she raised her head and kissed him on the lips. There felI a silence. The world ;Around theme, in the soft shimmer of the cres- cent moon, because an enchanted _ rgion, the land that never was on earths or sea, the land of love, in which alt that dwell therein move in the glamor of the eac- •red Piro' of Love, Stafford broke it at last. It is the man who cannot be contented with silence; he thirsts for hie mistress's voice. "Dearest, what shall I do?' Yon must tell me," he said, as if he had been think- ing. •"I will do whatever you wish, -what- ever you think best. I've a strong sus - Melon that you're the -cleverer of us; that You've got more brains in- this sweet lit- he Anger of yours than I've got in my lumey head—" She laughed softly and.- looked at the end which he had libelled, the shapely ead with its close -cut hair !which, eliding er Band up, she touched caressingly, Shall I come to your father to -morrow, da? I will ride over after •breakfast efore, if you like; if 1 had my way Td patrol up and down here all: .night until. t was a decent time ito, it . eez She nestled .a little Voter- Atixu,:and her brotas came level with' f.. In yvl s�dden " ,grav- ity ,and doubt, "bey- fattler!. I had not theugllt:ef-him, --of what Inc tivould say -do, But I know! c -he • will be very angry," eke said; in low voice. -• `Will he? Why?" Stafford asked. "0f course I know I'm not wortliyof you, Ida; o living man isi" "Not worthy!" She smiled at him with the woman's worship already dawning in her deep a to 1 a s u v m I d u, e c h h h b a n grey eyes. It is I who am not worthy. Why, think! I am only an inexperienced girl -living the life of a farmer's daughter, W e are very poor --oh, you do not know holy poor-' We are almost as .poor as the 'smallest tenant, though we live in .this big house, and are still regarded as great people -the Herons of Herondale." "That's one of the things I have been thinking of," said ,Stafford, "What love- ly hair you have, Ida! It is not often thatdark hair is so soft, is it?' He bent down and drew • a lock,, which: his earesses had released, across her lips, and kissed her through it, (To be continued.) AGED U.S. SENATOR. Senator Isaac Stephenson Is Cana- dian Born. "I have no specific rules on long evity to offer," said United States Senator Isaac Stephenson on the 18th of Tune, when he was 85years old. "I believe my long life and good health is due to the fact that so much of my youth was spent in the open. Many is the time; -I've slept on the snow in the woods. Just think. right and live •right, and. spends much of your time in the out-of-door, world as you can. and you'll be as young as I am at 85. Why, I :don't feel a day older than I• ctid the -day I was 20," By reason of strength this tall slender Iran has reached more than four -score years, and his boast is that he has worked hard ever' since he was a small boy in Fredericton, New Brunswick. According to Senator - Stephen- son it is the idler who will be out p ,years before the allotted span of three -score years and ten, given an even chanes with the man who works. "Work is the greatest blessing on earth," he repeated, "work, and the open air!" Also Richest itlan. The oldest man in Congress is also the richest, and he carries the responsibility of one distinction as simply and naturally as the other. It is a far cry from the boy in New ,Brunswick, who canoed up the St, John's River on a logging trip when he was 11 years old, `to tie United States Senator froln 11 Lsconsin, who, when he was 84, fumbled ,a cheep. for $7,000,000 in his fingers. "I've just sold a little lumber,' he said to the Senator across, ,the aisle, And ,that was only one of many checks : made "payable ' to Uncle Ike Stephenson in the seven ty-three years since he began 'work in a lumber camp. Senator. Stephensonlives an a fai'.ni at: Marinette, Wis,, where his chief enjoyment is his -horses and cows, Poroherons and Holsteins.„ Whereas he takes •pride and delight in his horses and has for more than fifty years, he .confesses to an ever- increasing fondness and ;admiration .for the gentle, placid coy.. He says that the cow is a philo- sophical animal, •practicing pa- tience and calmness in a way•that is seething to behold, and that should be a perpetual :lesson to all, mankind. Perhaps it is because as, he in- sists, the cow has a really beautiful personality that he gives each one Senator Stephenson, of the kine he loves best : friendly, familiar name, the anost disting- uished of ,which is Pauline. She was presented to President Taft and his family, and figured con- spicuously in the domestic History of the last administration, Iris Whiskeys .Not 4i'llite. The oldest and richest man isy Congress is also one of the five men in the United States Senate who wear whiskers, and be it recorded to his youth they are not white.. They are no grayer than Senator Lodge's trim, proper, New Eng- land cut of beard, although he is r twenty-one years younger; Senator O'Gorman of New York was not bora. until Senator Stephenson was 31 years old, ` and •yet his beard is as irran:-gray.•as that of the roan who was 85' ;years old the 18th of June both Senator Lewis of Illinois, the the youngest roanin the `Senate to. wear a beard, and Senator Suther- land of Utah,only a few years old- er, are still untouchedwith the streaks of white, tl smooth shaven, handsome chap a'p'proached Senator Stephenson not long% ago on the subject of bea.l'ds, "`Shy do 'you wear whiskers, anyway, Mr, Senator, in this hot weather?" "Well, now, my boy," said Un- cle Ike, "when I was a lumber jack up there in Wisconsin -were you ever up there in that pati of the eountry in the winter ?" The smooth shaven, handsome young man confessed to knowing nothing :about northern Wisconsin at any time of the year except as he saw it on the. map. "Well, it's cold," said the Sena- tor with one of .his kindly , whimsi- cal smiles, "and to protect my throat, as well as for many other practical reasons, I let my beard grow. And naw" -'he hesitated, "well, now, I'm used to it, and 1 I ve never found any sufficient rea- son to•take it off. So -there itis." She Had Tried Electricity. Mrs. 'Carter ter had suffered from rheumatism until nlie declared that she had "no patience with it," but she was always eager to hear of possible remedies, and when her sister wrote that she knew of a. cure that had been tried with: great suc- cess, and would tell her all about it on her neat visit, Mrs. Carter was all excitement, "No v, Ellen," she -exclaimed, eagerly, a few minutes after her sister had reached the house, "do tell me about that oure for rheu- matism! 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He t smoke or drink or go out nig play cards, Salesperson --Is -he ford of work?' • And; many .a' man has ape his life in malting a reputatio the other half in trr"ing to down. - Singleton --"Do you believe old adage abort marrying in and repenting at leisure 5" derley----"N,o1 1 don't. :lftei marries he has Yt0 leisure,"