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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1909-01-15, Page 7al. ea'ni ot• quite uuderstand • you, +Cv'oairie li•aaldio,," she said, "Yost wish our lave to be asecret; yet you wish to beans riled. How can you manage both." Ott answer, whispered in a low, ten- -der *Tina, brought a bright crimson Haat into the proud face, and for some m Y lentis she muds no reply. CHAPTER IX. Count an acme parts of his story, I.iizlaMier bad, adhered strictly to the trap. Tthe Montadtis were am honor - nate and noble old Venetian family, and time had been when their name was of node in Italy. But Rinaldo's father had been gaiety of what was called rebel - ]ion and treason, His estates were eon- fieoa►t'ed and given by the government into iihe hand of his enemy, the mart Witthart. betrayed him. Itis mother's death the count came into possession of her small fortune, and on iikat he managed to gain the re - pat lata of a gay and gallant man of the tnnoi:t& He had taleante3 of n certaiu ]Bali He had no inclination whatevor for work of any kind. He played well at ,easels, and managed every year to make a Teasing addition to his narrow income. To sum up the count in one weed, he was a fortune-hunter. He did nob liiitead to make money either by the Thbes of his hands or by that of his brain. Re had a handsome face, a gay and gallant manner, a dignified bearing, sed a ;musical voice. Of these adean- tak'es he intended to make the most. `l'-hene were wealthy heiresses in the wotd3,. and he intended to woo and win one. Yet the count had not been very suc- cessflll in his love adventures so far. At Reales he had met with •n celebrated Ameriean heiress. He hail felt secure of her, .and had already borrctted money on the strength of his prospects; when the lady suddenly gave the preferene to n Moor English captain, and they vox manned at Rome. In skier decant the count fled from Italy. He nest heard that the Donna Maria Pabez, the only child o±c a rich merclient in Saville. would be ultimately one of the vvealthittst heir- easrea in Spain. He went immediately to Seville;the found the lady in question, no longer young, but amiable au:l plisbed, and, as a matter of course, sur- rounded by adorers. Donna Maria show- ed no signs of preferelnee for the band• some count who devoted himeeif to her, and while endeavoring to awaken an in- terest in the heart of the Spanish lneir- ws, he saw .unit loved. Inez Lynne. hauntMontalti wain essentially a sel- fish mart. No matter what the east, he never refused himself the gratification of any wise. Now that for the first time he loved, and loved passionately, be determined that at all risk the beautiful young girl eltould be wooed and won. Ife knew that n marriage with, her wonld ruin all his prospect, for she grad no money; but he cared nathino for that, shadow, her life was like a dream of ro- mance. Her young husband seemed day by day to adore her more and more. They spent long and happy hours toge- ther in the orange grave, where tie had first told her of his love. He never ceas- ed to thank her for what he called her "generous sacrifice." Neither of them thought much of their future, or of,' how their ill-starred union would end. For six weeks Inez drank deeply of the cup of happiness. Day by day she grew fonder of the handsome, kindly lean„ whose every word seemed like a caress.' Only ante did she ever ask of the future, and then he told her that, when alt need for secrecy was ended, he should go to Madame Monteleone, and claim his bride. It was easy for the skilful, accomplished man of the world to deceive that inno- cent child, and make everything plausi- ble to her. The Never in his life was the Count Rin- aldo constant to airy one so long as to Itis wife. Had she !been 'rich, he would perhaps never have tired of her. As it was, when the first wild infatuation began to wear off, and the future looked, him in the face, he said to himself that' he had done a rash and foolish deed; yet he was never anything but kind and gentle to her; be never relaxed his visite, or spoke less tenderly to her. But dificulties began to press upon him. In his first eager pursuit of Donna Maria he had involved hitn$elf largely in debt. While all hie thougbt.3 and en- ergies were bent upon winning Inez, he had done the same, and now creditors began to press him on all sides, While he had continued his wooing of the heiress, they were not anxious; but now that rumor said he had. ceased his at- tentions, they began to dread losing their money. It was not pleasant, whenever he returned front his beautiful young wife;, to find his table strewn with bills and clamorous demands for payment. One evening, among his papers, he found an invitation from the father of Donna Maria to a grand fete to be given at his house. Rightly conjecturing that the lady herself Inuit have been the orig- inator of the invitation, he accepted it. Donna Maria received hint kindly, and told him this fete was given es a fare- well to all their friends in Seville. They were going to live at Madrid: and it was possible, the lady added. that she might see the count there. Her manner was even flatteringly kind, With a low bow. he declared that he should know no happiness again until he also was at ilMndrid.• Again that evening, despite the beauti- ful young face that Haunted him, the count said to himself that he had done a rash and foolish action. It was evi- dent Donna Maria meant hint to under• stand that he had risen in her estima- tion and held a high place there. Per- haps erhaps his absence had piqued her; cer- O F ONLY those who suffe frons piles know the misery it bringsl It robs life of its pleasure, steal \ethe brightness front exist- alce, and substitutes days of dull pain and ;moments of acute agony, Most so called "remedies" give ease only for a time, and then— back comes the trouble and pain and arencery 1 Zam-13udtcures Piles ! And cures tperrnaneantly. Proof of this lies all around you. Women and men in all stations of life have proved it—possibly some of your friends! Let it cure you! Mrs. Wm. Hughes, of 253, Ifochelap. St., Hochelaga, Montreal, says •—`t I was a sufferer for years from blind, itching andprotridingpiles. Tllieagonylcuffered no one knows. Remedy ;after remedy proved useless. Day followed day and there was no relief for me—pain, lose of strength, dulness, misery,' this was m experneneeuntil Zam-1.ukwasintroduc I know now that there is nothing on this earth like it I It curets me of piles, • nd once cured, I have had no return of the evil. I would like all women who suffer as I did to know that Zam-Buk will cure them 1 , .Besides bang a spec(c for plies Zsm-Bak cures, •.ma, blood -poisoning, cracked or chapped hands, ulcers, cuts, burns, bruises, scup Eves, ringworm. bad leg, frost bite, cold sores, and all skin infur•rrs tut disease:, 411 druggists and stores sell at 50 e. X, or from Zam-Buk Co., Toronto or price. All that Count Rinaldo cared 'nr i1 -w e. tainly her other suitors did not shute or at any future time, was the gratifi- in thn presence of this high -bred,. hand - cation of his own se,tlsh vv ne..-e. some count. He had resolved that a private mar- It is possible to repent even of the nage should take place as soon as he realization of our most ardent wishes. could persuade Inez to consent, Ile ask- Count Finaldo found it so, although he ed himself what was to be done after never showed it to hiss young wife; a that. A hundred things e nut hapi:en. Ile would trust to fate and Menne. present was alone worth living for; the Suture must take rare of itself. That he Wright desert the young girl he had taken snob pains to win was just possible. The idea flashed once or twice across his mind, but he dismissed it, as lie did every other thought, and dwelt only upon the happiness of winning the love- ly, innocent ehild, who trusted him so innplicitly. It was this reckless, unprincipled, sel- fish ratan whom the poor girl Intrusted with her love and her life. At first the thought of a secret marriage was dis- tasteful to her proud, high spirit. It was , not so, she felt, that the last of tht Monteleones should be won; but he kuow her generous nature, and appealed to that, He dwelt upon the poetry and romance of their love, growing like a beautiful flower in the shade, unlike the common, vulgar love that sought the light of day. He replicated to her gener- osity. She was so young, so childlike its her simplicity, she must be pardoned that sbe yielded to his fervent prayers, and promised to become his wife in sec- rets, The count undertook all the arrange- ments. Ines bribed old Juanita, telling her she Was going to spend a long day out in the grounds. A carriage stood waiting a short distance down the road, and. no one saw her as she stole from bey home. No one missed the lonely girt. Cater- ing sat all day in madame's room; Nita, who was supposed to wait upon the young lady, said nothing of her absence. W ren she returned late in the evening,' with a pale, frightened face, no one saw her but Nita, who was waiting for her; abo kissed the trembling girl, and rade her drink some wine, telling her she had wanikcd too far, and must not .go out alone again. In her heart, the old ser- vant deeply pitied the solitary fate and lonely lot of the signorina. ldven while the "glamour" lasted, Inez never liked to remember that day—the hurried flight, the half-eonfused cere- mony that bound her forever to Rinaldo, the introduction to her husband's friend, Luigi Camelia the hasty return. Even the passionate thanks, the loving words, arid,. oder expresses, of her husband, did • noes effaee these things from her mind. She was not quite happy; she did not like to remember that she had helped to deceive Madame Monteleone. In atter yeare she could not endure to think how lase Shat! boon doped and betrayed herself: d th thousand times he wisheat s nhe he the wealth of Donna Maria, then ho need never repent, need never leave her; but affairs wre growing desperate with him, and he resolved to take counsel with his devoted and imamate friend, Luigi Carnelio. To hint he confided all. Ilie imprudent marriage was already known to him; but note he told hien of his em- barrassed circumstances, and the changed manner of the heiress toward him, "What a pity it is you have bur- dened yourself with a wife, Ri ialdo," said his friend. "I always thought it a most foolish thing to do," "But she is so beautiful, and I loved her so," said the count. "You have indulged in a very great luxury, let me tell you," said his friend; "it is seldom that people in your posi- tion or mine can afford to marry fol. love. I oto not see what you can do. You might follow the heiress to Madrid, and marry her, but for the wife you have here." "A if that no otie knows anything about," said the count; "that is a secret only known to you." sur Y'uiM1' jt a{i'r b�, tened in wondering delight to his praises and thanks. "I shall never part with this, Inez," he said; "I shall wear it as a charm; it will keep your love always with me." • Yet he knew, es he 'uttered these words, that if his plans were carried out he would never see hie young wife again. He was a bad ratan, selfish, reckless and. unprincipled; yet not quite lost as not to feel some remorse at the part he was playing. He looked pale and agitated, his eyes were dim, and his smile forced. "Tell rate, Rinaldo," said Inez, sudden- ly, "what -made you so late this even- inHIe did not look at her as he replied that he was not well, that he had been suffering from a strange pain in bis head, "If you were to be ill," she said, in. alarm, "could I not come to nurse you?" "Nay," be replied, "that would never do: You would scandalize all Seville. Do not fear. Let us speak of something more pleasant than illness." "1 cannot help it," said the poor young wife. "Your hands are burning hot, Rin- aldo; your face changes, from white to crimson; you do not look like your- self." "My race is not a long-lived one," he said, dreamily; and she looked to him in anxious alarm. "No Menta]1i ever lived to be old." "But you," she cried, rlaspiug her hands -"you must live, my husband, or yon must let me die with you." Again the better nature of the ratan awoke within hint, and he half resolved that he would he true to her, come what might. But those debts, that dreary imprisonment that awaited hint if he lingered stere. the hopeless. helpless pov- erty, eonttasted with the glowing pieture which Luigi bed painted of the time when he would be one of the richest men in Spain. "Inez," he said, turning to his young wife, "All sten ere low-spirited at tinges I feel terribly depressed tu- day Do not be startled at my ques- tion. What should you do if 1 were to (lie'" Count Rinaldo never forgot the look of anguish that came upon that beau- tiful face. "Do, ray husband?" she replied,— "I should die with you. I should go ort living here until my heart Su, day by day, regardless of the broke. That would not take long. agony ruthlessly inflicted upon that Then the two men paused and looked at each other. In the counsels of the wise there is goodness and wisdom; in the counsels of the wicked, sin abounds. "The only thing I can see for you, the only way of escape,, is by freeing your- self, if such a thing be possible, from the tie you have contracted," said Car- nello, "1 do not see how it could be done," was the reply of the man who, three months ago, had declared he must win his• love or die. "Fortunately for you," said Luigi, "your wife seems to be a simple, un- suspecting child. It would be easy to deceive her, if you like to do so." "I would not hurt her for the world," cried the tount. "There is no need for that," said his friend; "it can be managed; and she, far from suspecting you, will mourn over you as one of the best and truest of men —`one whom the gods loved,' and so died young." "But I love her still," he said. "I do not like to leave finer." "In that case, why waste my time and yours?" said Luigi. "The alternative lies very plainly before you. Tf you remain here you will certainly be ins- prisoned for debt, and so lose everything. Even if you do remain, you can- not claim your wife. You have no means of supporting her, There is noth- ing but ruin before eon in Seville, Free NEW STRENGTH FOR WEAK GIRLS Can be Had Through the Rich, Red Blood Made by Dr. William$' Pink Pills. There comes a time in the life ot: Ai. most every girl 'when sickness attars her. The strain upon iter. blood supeey is too great, and there comes headaches and backaches, loss of appetite, atteeke of dizziness and heart palpitation, seed a general tendency to a decline, 'ane only thing that can promptly and speed- ; Hy cure these troubles is Dr. Pink Pills. This is the only medicine , that actually makes new, rioh, eat i blood, and a plentiful supply of made blood is the one thing needed to mann- tain the health of growing girls and women of mature years. The truth oft s this statement ie proved in the case of Mise Esther E. Sproule, Truemanvii'e, N. S., who says: "At the age of silk - teen years I left my country home to ant - tend high school. The close .confine- ment and long hours of study neaitly broke me down. My blood supply seemed to bei' deficient, and I grew pale and de- pressed. I was dizzy nearly all the time, and pimples broke out on my face. I was altogether in a miserable condition, and it seemed impossible for me to continue my studies unless I found a speedy ctwe. :r tried a few tonics prescribed by the doctor, but they proved useless. any mother urged me to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and I finally consented to do so. I had hardly finished the second. box before a change for the better took place, and the use of a few boxes more fully restored my health, and I have since been well and strong. I feel that I cannot ray too much in favor of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and I strongly re- commend them to other ailing girlie" You eau get these Pills from any medicine dealer or by snail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 from The 1)r. Williams' .Medicine Co., Brock- ville, Out. When I lose you. I lace all. "I have a presentiment upon roe," he said. "Ali, Inez. you will clever forget sue. I know. No one would n1is' me but, you. My e•OUAif would be Count Montillti. • He would be lam clever and worthy. If you lived to , hear his name beanie, fatuous in it all the drid; marry her, and yott will be one of Spain who lo,vwedainy!ou .,,r(e) well's" poor count the. richest men in Spain" "Do not talk to sic so, Rinaldo," "You talk of freeing myself:" said the she cried ; "you torture roe." countimgatleutly, "an though :it were "Then I will not, if it grieves you." he returned; but several times that evening he reverted to the cousin who world take his title. In after. years Inez eeeneemliered how -that evening, after he telt" her. he returned to'her side, and folded her iri his urine ae though he would rnet er release her.'again she smiled, and asked !lint if he was falling in love with her afresh. Poor girl! shedreamedlittldreamedluny or when she should see Rinaldo Montalti ogain. The -following anirnieg he did not. easy to do so." "So it is.;" interru_ will only, folIote.my oda ber this --my brains ma if if our -pint •stucco very handsome ne skill," Then, in a low a ;'''or the words had an ugly sound, ;;.he traaitor unfolded his plan. At first the count listened impatiently; then! the forcible style in which his companion spoke gained upon him. He sighed as he listened, and sat for some moments in perfect silence. cattle. She waited its the orange-trees(To be continued.) "It is a clever idea, eertcutir;" he said. until it grew -late, and that night Inez "But do not be inpatient, Luigi. uigi. I do fir -t learned. the torture of suepense•that beautiful face again You Repeat not like to think that I shall never •see He 1I111.4 11e ill, he knew. How 11e ruvetl blindly, media. atainst Tree it:----`cShiloh's Cure will always fate He Ives 111.• and she could not cure illy coughs and colds." eyes t,,,,' to se't' bites or n11ree hilly; .niigd, "if you but, i'emem- capital, and, uxpeet a, rant of my young heart, the cruel plot was car- ried on. In the quiet household of Serranta they wondered mucin what had come over the beautiful high-spirited girl. She was pale and quiet, passing whole days in her room; going out for a shurt time in the evening, and return- ing more sorrowful than ever. Nita found her dinner untested day after day, and she wondered what hau taken life, health and spirits from her young Iady. 1n her after life, Inez never forgot the slow torturing agony of those days; to know that her husband, who had given up all for beer, was ill, and. yet she : could not •help, sum was ,,a - grief beyond words. Rad the` i.isa beer hers, she would have braved all, and have gone to him; but, for his own sake, she must not. The day seemed endlessly long; and when the evening, so anxiously waited for. acute at last, a half hope would rise inher heart that he might be there. there is no fear of deteetian?" "Not the least" replied Luigi. 'That unsuspecting wife of yours will listen to me and believe; she will make 110 4n - quirks; she will not dare to drew down the anger of her friends when there will be no one to protcet her." Even his hardened heart softened as he uttered those few words. What had the innocent girl clone. -that she should be so cruelly deceived? "Now mind," were Ludgi's parting words," you begin this evening. We must have it all over in ten days, and you must go to Madrid." CHAPTER XX.. 'While her 'husband plotted with his friends, Inez was wondering what made him late that evening above all others. She had something to give him—her first present to him --and .alts had spent many happy hours in preparing it. It was a simple, pretty gift, a woven chain of her own black, shining hair. She pic- tured to herself how delighted he would be, how he would kiss her and thank her, "for he loves me so much, my poor Rinaldo,' she thought. At the appointed bine she stood near the orange trees, but for the first time he failed in meeting her, It was long past their usual hour when, Rinaldo with a strange look upon his face, stood be- fore her, "I was growin: frightened;" she said, springing forward to mete him, "Oh, Rinaldo, what should I do if anything happened to you?" He looked at the beautiful young face and the love -lit eyes. Something manly and true awoke for one moment in his worldly heart. and he clasped her to him, saying that notli tig could happen, and he would love ho until he died, She gave him the little.chain, and lis- )I'or six whole weeks, despite this one yourself; follow Donna Maria to Maa- tNa'01 iQ . 1µ we t 8 t o•fie. Th -e u,lio to rap- ,, mihehunsP slid eel there was no mean,: by which she A New Use for Broken Bottles. could ascertain holt' be was, or aaly- thing about ]lint. Was over fate se The farmers in 1t Imp -growing section sad as suers: Madame Monteleone of Oregon, sats Mr. 1'. O'Hara, assistant hardly knew the pale face that greeted pathologist, 1' S. Department of Agri- her the following ramming• All that culture, Washington, D. C., in the Janu- day the gill lived in a torturing feyer ary Strand Magazine, built •e farmers' Of suspense; it lamed that. evening telephone line. out of such materiel es would weever vane. hong before the they happened to have rat hand. The time . he was tut the trystirlg-place, line was built of hop !vire which h'td watching, with wistful eyes, the road been used as trellis for the vn,te'i; +.rd by whit•li he should mute There was this was tied to the ne ks of bottles, no sign: her (yee grew dim with tears, rand her mottle burned like fire. The suspense seemed killing her, when, in the far distance, she saw some one coming along the liiglr road. One glane.e showed it was not her hus- band; it was Luigi Carneno, looking grave and anxious, Did he feel any sorrow or returnee when his eyes fell upon that pale, mournful face? It t." 'he cried. IN STRANGE LAND. " was so chap i.' si hardly knew it. Two belated disciples of Bacchus staggered "What is it." ] ]' What are You Come arm in arm tip Walnut street about 3 o'clock which took the place of the ordinary glass or porcelain insulator. A large spike, with a leather head, fastened the neck of the bottle to the pole or cross - arm. 4. Repeat it:—" Shiloh's Cure will always cure my coughs and colds: -so if; my 11n6 )atlt : 1i the other morning. 'rho street was dark ex-tol' a single round. glass globe that Gravely, and I•ith all seeming kind- ne.s., lie told her that Rinaldo lay i11, and that he hall bea;ged him to see Itis wife, and give her many laving messages for 111111. "Can I see hito?" cried the poor young girl, "Remember 11e is my hust and. Let rte see him." "It would be quite impossible," 11e replied. "Rinaldo will hasten to you as s0011 its 11e ie well." A half senile of relief quivered for a 'moment anon her sites. and she said, more cheerfully, "Then, he is not very ill; 11e will soon recover?' "We hope so," was the reply; "but unfortunately the fever is very pre• valent, and the has shown some symp- toms we do not like. The beet tnedi• cine that can be „iveu Will will be a cheerful message from you. If 1 tell hint you look sad or unhappy he will grieve deeply. "Then I will try not to look or feel either the one or the other," she said. "I need nut, if you tell me he will he here, perhaps, to -morrow.' She kept back the fast rising tears, the hitter sobs that rose to her lips, and smiled as she bade the traitor "good -night." "How did she bear it? What did she say?" cried Count Rinaldo, eag- erly, that evening, when his friend soneht him. "She will not die of grief" replied Luigi, with a cynical smile. "Sh3 b 't cheerful before I left blazed in front of an apartment house. One of the Inebriates spying this lone light, ob- served: "Oh, loots at zhe monueh," The other seriously eondradicted btu), saying; "That ain't no moonsh, zash sun." This started en argument, which lasted for severs.) mdnutes, ne to whether the globe was the moon or the sun. Finally they decided to leave it to the first passer by, who happened to be an- other "happy" gentleman, They stopped him, and, pointing to the globe, asked; `Settle an argument. old pal; is that the moon or the gun?„ The third party -starred knawingly at the globe for Several minutes befaro be shook his bead and replied: "Gentlemen, T really town . couldn't tell Recordtranger in this Only one "BROMO QUININE" Ttiadt is LAXATIVE BROMO QUININE, Look for the signature of E. W. GROVE. Beed the World over to Cure. old in One Day. We, THE ENLIGII'r1~NED TOL-RIST. When the train stopped at the little; south- ern station the northern tourist sauntered out on the platform. There was the usual number of sunbonneted women, tall ' check- er.,' and stray dogs. Under a scrub oak stood a Lean animal with scraggy bristles. The tourist was interested. "What do you call 'that?" lie queried of d Ianky native. "That be a hawg," elucidated the other. " Wthnt kind of a hog?" "Razorback haws•" "That so?" "Yeas, that's eo." "Well, what in tarnation is he doing rub- bing against that tree?" "IIe's stropping himself, mister, lest strop - Ping •Himself." The tourist withdrew,--Ch1- oago News. htepeat itt—" Shiloh's Cure will ski ways cure my coughs and colds." became quite her. She will soon be consoled, I New York City has organized a Igo- ' imaging. „ ciety for the Spread of (food Manners.