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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1909-03-05, Page 7e. et LI' - he. 'a 3 ec- at in ter- .ee. a the �tYr. flys he in- ded liss ureey who Iver knit'. rile tete: ear inn •.Fa; ,4+ria ,r°i t7-,+y*1 her .A.i.niin60, .401 "Nothing," he replied, with a grim, in- flexible smile. "If that be the rase; you 'will 'perhaps leave a, harder task than 1 expected, J3ut you well succeed; she will lnever resist your persuasions." "Count Rinaldo," said Lady Lynne, gently, "will nothing but this content you? Must my sister he saorifieed? Is there no one else iu the wide world you can seek?" "No," he replied: "it is your sister, and no one else, I want." "I have pleaded with you for the last time," she said, haughtily. "My doom is fixed. I shall not ask for mercy or com- passion," "That is something like common sense, biez," he returned more cheerfully; "now we shall do; I thought you would see wisdom at last." She looked at him for a moment, in utter wonder that he could mistake her meaning so entirely. He winced before the cairn scorn of that beautiful face, and then Lord Lynne, who had joined them, claimed his attention. Ile was un- feignedly giad to see the courteous Ital- ian again; he welcomed him warmly, and gave hien a. pressing invitation to visit frequently at the Palazzo Giorni. Agatha received him with a marked cool- ness that did not escape her sister's no- tice. "We are quite fortunate," said Lord Lynne, "in meeting so many of our friends. conte country neighbors of ours are in Rome now, or will be here soon-- the oon—the Leighs. You will like throe, count, very much; they are okl friends of ours." Count Rivalao declared he should be enameled to meet any friends of Lord .Lynne. They left the gardens together, and he drove home with them, when Lord Lynne invited hire to spend the remainder of the evening. "Lady Lynne has been very ill," he said: "it was on account of leer delicate health that we 'left London so suddenly; she is much better now, and cheerful so- ciety will do her good." It might have been a pleasant evening, for Lord Lynne was animatel and happy, Lady Florence seemed to have recovered the gay, cheerful manner that had once been her great charm, the count told irresistible anecdotes of his London ad- ventures, and Agatha listened, amused and interested; but Lady Lynne had a weary, listless look upon her free, and her heart was sad almost unto death. Once or twice Lord Lynne gave an. aux- ious look at his wife. "She is not strong," he thought; ief must not let her fatigue herself too inch.' How eould he ever dream of the depth of anguish in that weary heart! That night Lady Lynne could not asleep; in vain were pillows of softest down made smooth and cool; the hot, aching head tossed wearily from side to side, seeking for the rest she was never more to find. .At times there was a strong impulse upon her to seek her hus- band, and confess all to him. But then she would never see him again --her sin, her struggle, and her triumph, would all be in vain. "Better," said the perverted heart, "far better to die while he lores you than to live without him." No sleep came to ease the burning eye and the aching head. When the grey dawn of morning came, Lady Lynne went quickly to her maid's room. "Stephanie," she said to her, "will you get up and find mA that little bottle of laudanum I had when my face ached so badly?" "Certainly, my lady," replied the will- ing maid. "I am so sorry your face is bad again. I would have been up hours ago, if I had known." When Stephanie brought the little vial, she looked in alarm at her lady's pale face. "The pain must have been very bad," she said; "what can [ do?" "Nothing now," replied Inez. When the maid disappeared, Inez care - .fully dropped a small portion of the .liquid into a spoon and drank it, after otltat she slept the heavy, unrefreshing sleep that restate from opiates. Lord Lynne and Agatha were full of commiseration the next morning; Ste- phanie bad told them how her lady had suffered so much front her old complaint, • neuralggia in the face, that she had been obliged to procure opium to rub it with. "I thought something was wrong cast evening," said Philip, "you were so quiet; but, Inez, my darling, be careful of that opium; a small quantity may deaden the pain; but mind you do not take too much." The afternoon brought (:aunt Rinaldo to the Palazzo Ginrni. Lord Lynne spoke much of the Leigh;, and. of the pleasure they should feel in being all together once more. "I should not wonder," he said, "if they arrived this very day." An uneasy expression came over the count's face. "Do you expect your friends to -day?" he said, turning to Inez. «They will probably reach here," she replied, understanding fully all that was i comprised in the question. Lord Lynne wiui not deceived in his expectations; for just as they had fin - hazed dinner, the door opened and Sir Allan Leigh and bliss Leigh were an- nounced. Evelyn had quite recovered her bloom; her sniffle was as bright as ever; alt trace • of her long illness had vanished. Sir Allan had altered wonderfully. }Ie was now a tall, handsome man, with a ibro'nzed, twee and Clark moustache, There Was ane thing in which it was quite evident he had no changed ---that was his deep and lasting Iove for Agatha Lynne. Tall and strong as he was, poor Sir Allen trembled. like an aspen leaf when her little hand lay for a moment in his grasp and her sweet true eyes smiled upon him again. And. Miss Agatha Lynne, who had felt uncomfortable when Lord. Hortington had paid open attention to her—who shunned the handsome, courteous Count Montalti—looked very shy and consci- ous as the honest, manly young baronet lingered near her, and seemed to forget that any one else existed. Evelyn. and Lady Florence were very happy togeth- er—both had the same love and keen appreciation of humor; and Lord Lynne's face positively beamed with happiness when he heard the ripple of silvery laughter that sounded through the room. In the course of the evening Count Rinaldo appeared, and was cor- dially welcomed by the hospitable noble- man, who really liked a house full of visitors. eyes, the devotion paid by the young baronet to Agatha. Coffee had been handed around, the long windows that opened on the bal- cony were opened. It was one of the prettiest in Rome; graceful flowers were entwined in the ironwork, making quite an ornamental bower of it, and theer was a view of unrivalled magni- ficence in it, that Inez had spent hours in admiring. It was with great, though . silent amusement, that Lord Lynne saw Sir Allan, with seeming indifference, gradu- ally persuade Agatha to come out upon the balcony to him. "There is no chance for Lord Horting- ton," he said to himself, "Allan has been the favorite all along." Some one else was watching this pro- ceeding with a dark face and angry glance. "You have known these—your friends —some time," said the Italian to Lord Lynne. "Ever since we were children." be re- plied, with a smile. When quite sure of not being over- heard, Count Rinaldo drew near Lady Lynne. He held a small engraving in his hand, and under pretence of asking her opinion about it, he bent over her. "What progress are you making in my cause?" he asked. "None," she replied. briefly. "Answer ire truly," he continued. "Have you spoken to your sister as I wished you?" " "Not one word," she said, raising her clear eyes unflinchingly to leis face, "Count," said Lord Lynne, "will you give us your opinion? Is this engraving copied from Giorgone?" He muttered something that sounded like an execration, and leaving Inez, went to her husband. CHAPTER XXXI, "How strange it seems," said Sir Al- lan to Agatha, "for us all to meet here in Rome! But how altered your sister looks! She must have been very ill." "She has," replied Agatha; "but Ronne suits her; she is much better and strong- er now." "Do you know what brought me to Rome, Agatha:" lie continued. "No," said she, looking up into hie false; but she saw something there that sauced a vivid crimson to flush her own, while her sweet eyes dropped shy- ly before the ardent gaze. that seemed to read her very thoughts. It all Dame out then—the long -trea- sured sern•et of hit; love; and his story was so well and so eloquently told, and bore in every word. the innpres of meth truth and nobility, that no girl could have listened to it unmoved, "Yon are as far above me, Agatha. as that blue sky," 'paid Sir Aiken "but if you will try to love me, my whole hfc shall repay yoo. Do not keep me in suspense, bloved, tett ale, will you tri' to love me?" He could hardly hear the faintly whis- pered answer, It was f.•tvorable to him, he knew, by the droop of the golden head and the fintter of the little white hand, in hie own. "'Mists Lynne, are you not afraid of the night drew?"' said • a voice whk'lu made Agatha, start and look guilty, Turning round, she caw Conant Rinaldo, with a strange expression on -his face and a llglit-like flame in his eyes. "There Is a splendid view from this bah eoey," he eontimied, carelessly turning to Sir Allan, who heartily wished him at the antipedes--while Agatha made .her escape arid re-entered the room. The half quizzical smile she saaw upon Lord Lynne's taps sent her, with a burn- ing face ,to her sister's side. Count Rinaldo was the first to take hie leave; a:s he did so, he silently pine - ed. a small folded piece of paper in Lady lyn Lyrurono to ee's Landga. Then Sir. < Allan. and Eve - "Philip," said the young baronet, in a low Yam,d, "`you are bass rung,. guar- dian, What time e'an 1 coo you to-rnor- row?" "About three," repli°1' Lord. 'Lynne; "and Allan, dear,, old ,fellow. I under- rrtaaui it, x wleh you all the haappin,ees in the world, and I believe you will lave it." When their visiters had departed i or'd Lynne went to Inez. , "Are you tired?" he asked, kindly. -"1 nm afraid all this talking and laughing has been too much ,for you. It is like. old times to see A.laatundRvelyn once more. Do you remembeer the charades and the tableaux, Inez? 'If Bettie Bo- 1 hun were hero we Might have them all over again." Did she remember them? A pang. sharp and bitter as death, allot through her heart, Was not every hour of that happy time burned in upon her mem- ory? Had she dreained then, in the hour of her beauty and triumph, of the fate that awaited her! "Come here, little sister," slid Lord Lynne to Agatha. "I wonder what took place in that very ronuaiitie-looking bal- eony, f wonder what Allan is coming to say to me to -morrow " "Do not tease her, Philip." said Duly Lynne, as she saw hes eisier's face ' •ow crimson. "I will not tease her , • my dear,," re- plied Lord Lynne. "I will only say ono word—I think he showed good taste when she returned the white hyacinth to me." "Returned it to you!" cried Agatha, with a wondering fate. "Why- --" But the words were arrested upon her lips. Inez had fallen back with a ery that rang through the room. "That is my intuit." said Lord Lynne, raising her tenderly. "I invite people here; and forget how nerse ary quiet and repose are for Iyer." Inez had not fainted; it was rather as though some sudden blow had struele her. "Philip," she . said, in a low, faint voiee, "what . trouble I give you. But you love ane, my husband, do you not?" "Of coarse I do, dailing," he replied; "and I ought to be'rnore careful of you" "Tell me just once again that you love see," she said, gently. He,bent over hertitnd smiled into the beautiful pale faoe"'while he whispered that he loved her better thou his life. Lady Lynne would not go to her room until Agatha and Lady Florence lend gone to theirs. Then, when she was sure her sister and her husband wonki not meet again that evening, she went up- stairs to her own ehannber, a handsome apartment, with game trades on the old Boman luxury in it=large mirrors, rare statues and pictures, silken haniigings, and 'thick, soft earpete, were all ;there; but Lady Lynne noted nothing. cif the magnificence that seirronnded her. Ste- phanie awaited her niistret , a blue silk dressing -gown i'ag-gown : u'n 0Ver her err u,. p evening," said Lady.. Lynne to 1 ee Jnuud. " h'etelt my writing leelee theirr edait tliingoin it I have forgotten" f'' The nail soon retie nrcl, bearii g with her the desk given'by Lord Lynne to his wife. I was passing by," said the Italian s,auuaf+I pear/ pun feculent Io uotgateeuh "and thought I should like to know if your friends had adived,"• Be was introduced to .Sir Allan and Evelyn, and watched. with scrutinizing "-et least, my lady." she said. as her mistress waved her hand in token of dismissal; "let inc remove your orna- ments and unfasten your hair." Listlessly and silently Lady Lynne sat down in the eaoy chair drawn up to the toilet table, gazing eleadfastly at the face reflected in the mirror. One by one the s:kilfui 'handmaiden in - moved the jewels from the thick tresses of raven hair: then she unfastened it. and let it fall in all its rich luxuriance over her mistress' shoulders. "No one ever had suck hair es my lady," she murmured to herself, brush- ing it the while, and as proud of its glossy wn. magnificence as though it neve her o Very beautiful did Inez look then, with that wraith of Hair flowing like a veil ove.r her white shoulders. Stead- fastly and silently she gaited at the won- drous Iovelineen in the mirror, the dark lustrous Cayes with their jetty fringe, the rich red lips, the queenly brow. the exquisite cheek'. There were few such faces in the world. "All in 'vain." she said, "all in vein." "Did my lad speak?" asked Ste - "No," replied Lady Lynne, wearily. 1 "Bring me the little vial• ---so that if I ani in pain 1 need not cull any one."' Stephane obeyed, and then t'cut out, ! wondering why her mistress looked so icing and so ea.lmiy in thiomirror. Then Inez rernerbered the nuts that had been pressed into her. hand. It was ua the pocket of her dress; she rose and found it. Her hand did not tremble as she opened it, her lips never quivered as she read it. although the few lines it eont.ained were her death warrant. "I shall call 1 o -morrow '.at three," wrote (bent Rinaldo; 'I shall ask for a private interview with your sister, and make her an offer of niarriege. .If she accepts me, which she will do if you nee your infiuenc, all is well; if she remask Lor.Lyn f Shallfuses toeilI himshall all aboforut whdat took place at Serranto, and slain you and your fortune by prior right, Nothing will move cmthis pose. In- stencl of waalestingfr.,*nour timeurpin ascites appeals to nee, spend it in persuading your sitter to accept Inc," "I am hunted down," cried the wretch- ed girl es the note. fell from her nerve- less grasp, "I am hunted down! Ruhr lies on all sides of tee. To-naorrow ening will ask Agatha, what she meant by not underc.tauding his allusion to the white hyacinth: to -morrow he Will know that I lied and schemed, and .betrayed my sister, to win his love; to- morrow he. will know that 'I have deceived him ---he will know all the %trete-hod story of my folly end (medially, my sir and shame-••- wfMi knew that 7 ant no ewife for an S WHAT HE OWES TO ZAM-UUS. can . v •toa0. Mr. Frank Scud amore, the great, red war correspondent-, who sent enemy of the Canadian despatches during tae late Boer War, owes his health to Zane -Mc. e has passed unscathed through 29 battles, but a scratch which turned to blood - poisoning nearly ended his days. Zam-Slim: saved him and he writes as follows " 1 have proved Z.am- Buk suck a blessing that 1 want others to know of its !merits. The poisonous dye in sortie underclothing 1 was wearing got into a scratch 1 had sustained and blood -poisoning set up. Inflammation was followed by great pain and swelling, and there ulcers broke out on my legs. For some time 1 could not walk a few steps nor event put my feat, to the ground. On my left.. leg below the knee 1 had seventeen ulcers which caused holes, into which I could put, my thumb. On the right leg 1 had fourteen ulcers. Medical treatment failed to relieve, homely remedies were applied in vain. Week followed week and I gradually got worse, until I was worn out with pain and kick of sleep. On the advice of a friend 1 obtained some Zain-Ibctk and left. off everything else while 1 tried it. It seemed to give knee . lmost instant, relief from the pain, and hi a few days 1 noticed that it. was heeling some of the ulcers. This was cheering indeed, and gladly I persevered wit,lt the Zana-Buk treatment. lbt, by bit the poisonous matter was drawn out,. The ulcers were healed, and new healthy skin grew over the previously diseased pieces. I am now quite cured, and in gratitude, f mention these facts that other sufferers from skin disease may know of something which will cure them. Zar-eaic di.5n•s entirely front ordinary ointments and ;wires, as the above roots clearly pyrex. Far all skin diseases ulcers, abseea;eu, scalp sores, ringworm. chaldrea's sore leads cuts. barns. bruises. eta., it is a speedy save. It also cures en.:enm, itch. roes. blood -poisoning, fuel -blemishes, barbers rash, rte.,, cold sorsa, Mapped lands, and frost bite. Rubbed wc,i into the ports attested. it cares rheumatism, neuralgia. and sciatica, Ali druggists and stares sell at 50e a box or mist fr;e front %ani -Bak fb, Toronto. for mice .1 boxes for $ r."5. 5178, 11',51$t,>!LWYteilI'Y`S SN tui ,1 0411tw.,k:.152 xr ., honorable ratan. (111, heaven, can I bear it?" She did not weep now as she had done monthly ago, when, she wept for the Jove given 'to another. The time for tears was over with Ines Lynne. A •pallor. "like that"of deathse't'tled on lira beanti. fell young face. "It must be fate;" she cried., as with quirk steps she paced up and down the room; "it must be fate. If one shame did •not hang over the another I would. and .1 can fare neither. Oh, why have 1 wanted my youth, my beauty, my genius. Why have t sinned?" Tins was the cry of the rained. howl in her hots' of remorse. "Why have I VIII ll er? To -Morrow melt and women will .slim me. liy sister, whom J have learned to love so deerly, will Imes by tee, 7 betrayed ]ler and took her love front �a idt.e solphistrie. carte in thio hour ' to ease her t onseieuee, or take: away 11r si ing of her sorrow. She no longer extmeed her3df nr salt 111i110 through a false medium. 111 the stillfws and dead of night she retried face to face with her sins; she 5.a 'r herself clearly, as she had never done before. with ne veil of ilin- n slop hiding the reality from Iter, "And i might have been happy!" she cried, passionately. "11 ie too late now. 11 am lost! My beauty, my genkne, my Intent , have. brought rnr to [hie; and I might hem) been hn.ppy and beloved," She event to the whitlow, and draw- ing aside the silken hauginge, gazed out into the quiet. serene Dation night. The golden star' 5001urd to burn in the depths of the dark nine• sky: a soft, sweet, silvery light lay nn the flower and tree and distant hill. She laid leer Jon. wearied head apia tate, the cool glean, and gt•ood tsniehing tins Balm and bona- ty. Like great re0istless waves. there surged through her mind the memories of her life, She saw herself a dievon- tel,ted child in the gloomy house of Ser - motto. 'Instead of making the hest of things, she had given way to anger egaieet; every one rnnnccted with her: instead of seeking refuge either in het duties or her studies. she had given ler self up to dreams. Si15 111( 111011 10 a world of her awn -.had made herself un- fit for real life by eonstanily indulging in lar -dreams. 'When her mind was weakened, ...hen! morbid imagine lion excited, the temptation had conte, and found her unable to resist. She remembered the first meeting with at ruthless man who tracked her to her doom. Ah, if she had but been open and honest, if she had but confessed to Madame Monteleone, if aha had but told her she had seen hill, all would have been well. lint netMad neat him and ov• nn t aver aapsin: the hacoveri w(n'kecl heerr- self into believing flint she loyal 1tim, and then coupe that crowning horror of her life, that foolish semen marriage, tTo be continued.) Repeat it: --"Shiloh's Cure will always cure my coughs and colds." ate4 Teacher (during 1110t.ory les ;so) --Who was Joan of circ? For a few minutes there was silence, then s bright utile bey put tip his hand, "Thew, teaclirr, she was the daughter of Noah," Their Finish. Mrs, (arch—Janiee, have you curb { thought what will become of us what; we are o1(3? Mr. Crow--Uh ! 1 snpainpsc well win(? up s, quail on toast at some table d bete restaurant. BABY'S OWN TABLETS WILL CURE YOUR BABY If your little rtnee are subject to colic indii;ettian, ro13S ipat!m, nortus, sample fever:, or the, other minor aelineute ort et Hallooed, g'it e thein Belay's own Tab. lets and ire how thickly uh» trouble will disappear. i;ut better st!11, an oc• ()aimed dues of Teblets given to well r'nldren will keep these troubles away. Mre. Allan A. MeteDonald, Wand Myer e , 13.. says: "fly baby earned greatly front conetiltslion and 5trpma.el1 trouble turd Baby.); Own 'l'ab;et3 rurrd With, elwayra keep elle Tablet,' to the biome now." Sold by mediebte dealers or by URI 11 ut tin cants n lee< Innen Th e Ili Williams' its dieine t'ci., 11r0xr1:t-illa, (Det a,m Woman's Rights. ".Madan, do you believe in woman's rights" asked the lean standing 50 the car. "I do," she replied shortly. "Excuse ape," he went on, "'I ani but en ignorant male seeking. light. May f ask if you cnustrim these rights to be elude the privilege of spreading }out really becoming skirts over three smite?" Thereupon she condensed herself, he took a seat and conversation flagged, —Philadelphia Ledger, Repeat it:--"" Shi1oh's Ouzo will al- ways cure my coughs and colds." A Foolish Question. She—Do ynu think the married men really envy the bachelors? De ---Ask me if 1. think the barnyard ",'owl. enviers the wild elphis Record. la rJI. $10.00, New York and Return. From Suspension Tlridge, via Lebigh Val - ler 11 0., Thursday, 4tareh 11th, Ticket.r good for 10 days. Particulars 14 King etreei east, Toronto, One Soy Knew. "Now, boys." asked the Sunday schoei teneher, "wheel drags ('bristmas come.°, "dee' after paw kills his to wgsl' promptly answered elle urchin in the cowhide boots, Repeat it:--� S oh's Cure wi always cure my coughs and solei«,"