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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1909-03-12, Page 3"Was 1 mach when ' consenting to itl" the poor girl asked herself; -"Would not a child have been wiser acrd more prudent?" • • The crimson blood dyed, her fate when she remembered. the dupe had ;been, the grief and suspense, the son row she had felt for the man she now hated with so bitter a hatred— and atredsand that letter, which had killed her love and youth and faith at one blow. When .came the remembrance of the father who had loved her, des- pite, hisenegiect—i£ she had but told 1Llirit all; surely he might have help - ad her. She remembered that calm, happy •life at Lynnewolde when her beauty 'and grace won those cold Eng- lish hearts, and she had learned to lova her cousin, .with, all the ,deep wild force of her . passionate nature. She remembered.: a night;. even such a one as this, when:'the silver nr'ooulight` had rested upon the trees, and she lead sat but among the roses;. 7tuggttpy in her; passionate: love. "hen came the temptation and tho '>rfti,ll' 'she beirayed the gentle sister who loved her; the kinsman who trusted her—she. schemedt toiled, ani. Pied to win' his :love --she won it,' and now her sin had found her out. "It has been 'ail wrong," she cried; 'wrong from the beginniit.a—noth- tng could 'undo:• it. I :cannot bear the bname and the exposure; there is ut one escape. I have -lived - a eoward's life—I must die' a coward's death." Then she left the window and open ed the little writing desk. A por- trait of her husband,. taken only e few days before, lay among' the Papers; she kissed it passionately but no tear. fell. from her burning • eyes' upon. the' loved features. She wrote rapidly, and her , letter vita tb Agatha. She ,confessed , all to her. She told her in minutest detat'ls the story of her life at Ser- r'anto, its living death, its unbear- rible monotony and gloom; of her iaiaeaed love, her folly and blindness, her rash 'hurried marriage, her briet dream of happiness and her despair - mg awakening when she found the fatal letter; she concealed . nothing. Then she told her of her journey home, and the anguish she had felt in bearing with her the burden of her secret. Without praying for pardon she toll the stoy ote whithyaoith, and owned • how she had betrayed her sister and robbed her of the hive ere' position that ought to "Tuve been hers. She told,, too, how she. had striven to win that love for herself, and had succeeded—how, in the very • .'floor of her brightest triumph, her • sin had found her out, and the man she believed dead had stood before her alive and well—how he had tor- tuxed her, and would only leave her in peace at the sacrifice of her sister's I sappiness. "I could not betray you again, Agatha," she wrote. "I might have done so, for you love me very much; and perhaps had I tried to persuade you, you might have listened to the count. I could not betray you again; end when I saw you to -night so hap- py with your chosen lover, Allan Leigh, I resolved sooner to die than see you wronged. "Agatha—sister, shield my memory. Never betray me to Philip; do not let him despise me. Never tell him the story of the flower. Perhaps in after days he may ask you why you did not understand him; then, sister, for our father's sake, spare my mem- airy and keep my secret. I would have died to win his love; I do die to pre- serve it. Do not let him despise sue dead. Let him love my memory, even as he had loved me. When to -morrow vornes, and when you know what it brings, for my sake consent for once to see my betrayer. Tell him I prefer- red death to life, and that the only sin I cannot forgive myself is the sin of ever having loved him. Tell him hie schemes, his hopes, and his plans are ended -that in his hour of need no tanerey will be shown to him, for he has shown none to me. Tell him he will try to forget me, but will fail, for he has hunted me to death. "And, Agatha, my darling, gentle sister; after awhile, when you have ceased to mourn for me—make Allan happy. You are good, you deserve a aclm, peaceful life. I have been wicked, but all will be ended soon, and I shall be at rest. Make Allan happy -and take care of Philip. "J1 leave one legacy to you—the care of nay memory. Guard my secrets; come when you have read this into my room. Kiss my lip, and promise me that no one, solve yourself, shall know why I have Med." CHAPTER, XXII. There was no lighter, happier heart in the world than Agatha Lynne's on that evening as she listened to the story of Aryan's love. She had always liked him; These had been a time when she had pre- ferred her cousin, Lord Lynne; but he had not loved her, and she was not the e in vain sorrow and regisi 1 et, her Philip's image faded, A - g ];fuels took its place. She had cared for no one in London, because she felt that e loved her, and she liked him better than anyone else. There was a deep sense of happiness in liar gentle heart; there was nothing to fair. She knew that Philip and Inez '(could take Iter to marry Allan; she Weald live near thein, and they would be .tele happy family. She lay down to sleep arid a quiet smile upon her lips, her filce 'wearing the glad leek Of a tittlo child. How long she had slept Agatha did not know; the morning light shone grey and dim in her rootrh where she was aroused by some one trying the handle of her door. "W.ho is there?" she cried, wondering who could want her at that unusual hour. of the night. "Let me iu, Agatha," said her sister; "I want to speak to you." In a moment the door was unfasteued, and the sisters stood face to face. "Inez, dearest. what is the matter?" cried Agatha. She was stupefied at Lady Lynne's appearance. Iter face was white, her lips drawn, and .Iter- hair hung over her shoulders.' "I have been ]Il all night, Agatha," replied Inez; "I am going to:sleep now; but I wanted to see you first. See;" she continued, drawing from beneath her dressing -gown a packet of papers, "I have brought you this. I know you al- ways keep your word, Agatha. Will you promise p e that iu the morning, between seven and eight o'clock, yon will read it?" "I will read it now, if you like," said Agatha, gently. e "No;" that will net do," said Inez. "`Promise me that you wind sleep with it under your pillow, that you will read it at the time' i. mention, and that the mo- ment you have •readtit you will, before you leave your room, destroy it. Prom- ise me, or I shall not, sleep" "Then I; promise you faithfully," said Agatha, willing to humor what she be- lieved to be a sick faney. "Place it there with your own hands, dean and I will not touch it until. seven ;o'clock. It is just three norv;".slit said, looking at her watch. Ludy Lynne placed the papers beneath the pillow, and then she knelt by her sister's bedside:. "Agatha, darling," she said, "life would have been very different, for us both. if yeht's, ago I had conte home to my fa- ther's' house. :But you love me, do you not, although you have not known me "I love )'ott all • the better for that," said Agatha, with a bright smile. "I have to make up for all those lost yae.rs." . "And if I have ever ben unkind, or cold, or cruel to you, you will forgive me?" continued Inez. "I shall sleep bet- ter, dear, if you will kiss ins and tell me so" .it Agatha threw her loving, arms round the stately figure of her Ster; she drew the 'White, beautiful face down to hers,' and:kissed it again and `again. • "1 have asked you something in this letter, Agatha," said' Inez. "Promise int: you will do it." "I promise you, dear," replied Agatha. "And now try to sleep. You look so ill, I am frightened." Once more Lady Lynne kissed the sweet face with its golden hair; then, with a gentle, noiseless step, she return- ed to her own room. ,:Yam" she said to herself, "I shall sleep well.. I wonder if all sin brings its own punishment, as mine has done." She did not loon: this time at the mir- ror; had she done so, the white face, with its awful look, would have alarmed Iter." Once more she went to the window, and looked her last on the blue sky and the fair earth. "b'arewell, life, beauty, hope, and love!" she murmured. Then came to her, as she stood there, a vivid recollection of Bertie Bahun; she saw again the brave young face, and heard the earnest voice. She remember- ed his words: "If ever yon are in trouble, or want a friend, send for me." She wondered, with a dull kind of won- der, if he could help her; but no, the web was woven tightly round her, and there was no escape. "His last recollection of ins shall he a pleasant one," she said, drawing the folds of her dressing -gown around her, "Olt, mother, mother," she murmured— "the mother whom I never saw or knew —if you had taken me with you, I Should not have been left to die alone." In the clear, calm stillness of the blight Italian night she laic. herself down upon the bed she was never more to leave. The rich masses of hair fell over her shoulders—a, few tears, so burning that they seemed to scorch her face, ran down her cheek, the last poor Inez would ever shed., The hang! that raised the fatal vial to her lips never faltered; something like a prayer, a wild cry for mercy escaped her, then the nerveless hand fell down, and Inez, Lady Lynne, "slept well" at last. Agatha wondered for some little time at her sister's strange visit, but her thoughts wandered to Allan, and then she forgot it in her busy dreams. It was the broad. clear morning light that awoke her at last—a sunbeam peeping right into her room, and seeming to re- proach her for sleeping so long. It was not, until she was wide awake that the young girl remembered her sis- ter's visit, and the letter. True to her promise, she first looked at her watch— it was just half -past seven; then she turned to the papers and began to read them. • A horrified expression graduaily stole over her face as she read that confession. Pity, compassion) and shame succeeded each other rapidly in her mind. Could it he that her beautiful, gifted sister, had done this—had married secretly, and never even told Philip? When she under- stood it fully, and found that it was the Count who had blighted that young life, she shivered with •sieken+ng enereien- afon. That her s;afnr r s.r.. r.vnne. of CURED ba IN 24 i•ltea HS You esti 1}alnlessly remove all Gori, either' hard, soft or bleeding, byy applying."Putnam's Cern 2?:xtraGtor. It never Aurne, leaves no scar contains no Acids; is harmless bemuse aomposeci only of healing gums and;. algts, )?Jay years in use. Cure guaranteed, ` old. by.q'li druggists 250. bottles. Refuse seta tutgs. , PUTNetaMVl'S 'PAINLESS COR PA1libL1=SS COq 'EXTRACTOR whom they were. all ',so foe.,' and so proud, email have' cleesiyed her .husband so basely! -oh, why ^hall she itot told hits all when she :fennel the .count. still. Jived? Pity; came after. auger, 'What had she mot suffeeccll—aid then, with ever-growing., surprise, ,she read how she herself had,beon betrayed, - "Then he c1h1 loye„in`e after all,” she cried; `hut ft 'is bolt is is. A11&ti.. would•have been rbreteitetl it tvithont' rue. .Paor she has, been sinned eireiJast as with" e.s sinning, " Then the:;read.mg_,' • rsf that', 'en letter • alarmed Inn., What did sate mean by speaking of dee ih ellen ell+ing? 4 dregaJful.thought flashed across her for' a moment; .it rendered her helpless, and' she fell backeenit:lale to niove.•whet . might be happening while she inlayed? Still, true to her pa•oniisl', slahlastroyed 'the letter befeee •she quitted her room. She was hurrying alloeg the corridor •when . she Bret Stephanie, Iter • sister's maid. The girl looked ,ealeend fright- ened. "Miss Lynne," she send, sat was just coning to fetch teen, .T, lime knocked twenty times at my ledy's deer, and she has never answered inc.' • . Agat11R'a heart almost stood.still with fear; • she kztocl,ed, 'ails allele Inez, but 'no answer cath. Theft elle opened the door gently, • and mitered' the room. All that teas; mortal of Lady Lyime' lay up- on the bed before her, the beautiful. face white and still, the lips forever silent and cold. "Fetch.: Lord Lynne!" cried Agatha, With a low cry, ha else fell upon her knees. , It seemed huh a momeatt, and the terri- fied husband stood beside: her, "Great' lie,avett!". be ;&rend, in a voice they never forgot, ;'sire is dead!"` Yes, dead and at rest with it look up- on the exquisite face that awed them by its peaceful solemnity. • Doctors were, summoned, the terrified sci vents, with loud ,ernes; ::seeking• aid, but it was alt ie. vain,. :She had, been dead for hours." "I will not believe it," cried Lord. Lynne; "she was not'ihl bast night—not i11 enough to die. I ani mad or dream- ing—I cannot believe it They could ,not. persnade'Jiini to leave the room where she bay, he would.. not, could not believe' that she was' dead. ' It was not until the first bewilder- ment of this surprise •h tel passed away that they thought or,. italtingiliew she hall died.Alas the q' h str etvxs soon anewered, 'Mere lay tha tetei.eMP- ty.i unci marked) nil l a o9's'+lnp. arid :the odor of it still. lilt,,•pon the white; cold has, • There the' weeping, fi•iglitened Ste- phanie told how her lhidy suffer'ocl agon- ies with neuralgia. and how she, took a little opium to lull the pain. "Lastmight," said the poor girl,.,"my. lady was ill with it; she must have. In- tended to take enough to quiet the pain, and have taken too much.' So every one believed; there was no reason to doubt it. The wretched and ACUTE INDIGESTION Cured Through the Timely .Use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. There is no medieine can equal Dr. Williams' Pink Phis for stomach trou- bles, These Pills aro not an: artificial appetizer nor a stimulant. They set in nature's own way by malting rich, reel blood. This new blood gives vigor to all the organs. When it flows through the tiny veins in the stomach it stimulates then and creates that craving which people call "appetite," Then when the appetite is satisfied with foodthe blood gives the stomach strength to digest it. The nourishment is absorbed by the blood, and carried to very organ in the body. That is how Dr, Williams' Pink Pills cure stomach troubles and all blood diseases. That is how they give health and strength to male, worn out people, Mr. H. Thomas Curry, Port Maitland, N. S., says: "About three years ago I was attacked with what the doctors termed acute indigestion. The first in- dication was a bad taste in rely mouth in the morning, and a sallcw complex. ion, Later as these symptares developed my tongue was heavily coated, especial- ly in the morning, and I felt pitrticularly dull. My appetite began to dwindle, and even a light meal left xne with ;a sense of hiving eaten too much. As I grew worse I ate barely cnouah to sus - thin my body, but still experienced the most acute pains. A wretched languor came over nee whielt I. email not throw off. It seemed as if I were ahvaye tired, with but little strength and frequent violent headaches, The remedies given me failed to restore me, or even to re- lieve me. I was in this unhappy state for almost a year when I read in 'a newspaper one day of the cure.in a case similar to mine through the trse Of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. This decided me to give these Pills a trial. It was not long before I felt some relief from the distress after meals, and as I continued the use of the Pills all languor and drowsiness and headaches left me and I began to enjoy increased •.energy and new strength. To -day I am' a well man, enjoying the best of health, with never a twinge of the old trouble, curl I attri- bute my cure entirely to the flair use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills," • • ' These Pills are sold by 1t11 medicine dealers or you can get than by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 from the Dr. Williams' Medzeme -Co., Brockville, Ont. # . unhappy commit snieide; but no care or trouble, they said, had ever come teethe brilliant and beautiful Lady Lynne. The' new gradually spread, and crowd of people assembled eround -the Palazzo (Jlorui. They spoke in whispers of the tcrrib]e accident, of il1e 'wealth •and loveliness of the lady tela] Jay dead, of the grief of her husband arta the sor- row of her friends, Ilia amongst jhat vast crowd no ops 'whispered that the lady upon whom Nature and wealth -had' lavished their fairest gifts had hy. her Men. hand cut short the life that her own folly blighted. Agatha and Lady. ]:'Jorence were bee wildered by the dreadful • shod;. Lord. Lynne roes incapable of atte;tclinn ..to anything. His valet fetched Sir Allan' :Leigh, thinking his master', friend would best. take his toaster's place. • • - The young baronet's horror at hearing of the tragedy was unbounded: "(:an -it really be erne, Holland?" he esked,of the trembling servant. "When we 'left' .Lady Lynne"' lust evening,• dile looked well and happy.' • "1t is true, Sir Allan," seid the man, "and my master is half mad:. There is 110 one tai superintend any arrange - 'mets. Will you .come to the. Palazzo, for I do. not knew what is best to be done? Lord Lynne seems as though he could edam:. hear nor ctpetik " Tears rose to ,air Allan's eyes as Ile rereemberecl the look upon Itis a friend's face last evening, and (cow he had smil- ed when he had bidden hive call .at three to -morrow. .A soon a:: he arrived at 'Lord "J.;cnne'ri he asked to see. Agatha: Y eiu•s of bitter steamy, seemed' to have pasted over. that Sweet face Since he saw it last. jt was white, and -dark sht'dgws were beneath the large sad oyes. ..• "Agattha;" .he said, "my deisr one. you must not grieve so much. ' You .will•be ill yourself." . But he could give no enmfort..Agie- the Lynie sorrowed as sill who l:es:no hope: Others grieved fur. what they eoesidered the consequences of a; snd ac• eident she. alone knew the truth, said it weighed bee do'tvn nearly to the grave. Every word of that letter seemed 'burned upon her heart. She could not forget it; site could not :forget ` the Inst de= spairing clasp of her sisters's a'rnns, or the look lite had seen upon her •face.. 7t was a fearful secret for one so young to ':cep, but she guarded it well. 'CHAPTER. XXSI:U. To thin day, in the 'great cemetery of San Lorenzo, at 'tome, people show the grave of the beautiful lady robs died at the Palazzo lliorni, and whose husband sorrowed so .deeply that he became ill and nearly lost his life. There la 'a fair white marble monument, and it tells the ago end name of the ill-fated' lady whosleeps beneath. Years afterward, when the sad story was fading in men's minds, there Mane 'ma day to the grave a young English officer. He had trav- elled from Lanaet, shedand the guide •who took bine to the cemetery silty ]tint ]ay• hie heti•d Owe upon 'the. nt:u•bie, while, deep, bitter-- sobs •shook his frame. Bertie Bohun never forgot Lady Lynne; no other' woman's face ever eharnted him. He never spoke of love again; his heart was buried in the grave of the, beautiful, brilliant girl, who had remembered his love in the last and most bitter hour of her life. Never had any event caused a greater sensation than the sudden death of Lord. Lyme's e's youngY wife. The Palazzo Giorut was thronged with visitors, call- ers and friends. ,Agatha Lynne saw but one, end that was the Count Rinaldo. She gave orders that, if he called, she Mite the darkened roost where she sat. wished to see him; and he was shown Ile was pale and agitated. ,.:bliss Lynne," be said, in a lore voice, "I dare hardly ask can this saes news be true?" "It is trite, Coffin Monlalti," she re- plied. "Who should know better than yourself? You hunted her to death. I will give her last message to you, and then never let me see you more. For your own base and eowarcily sake, you will keep my poor sister's secret. Its betrayal will harm no one but yourself. She is safe out of the reach of all the learnt your slanderous words can de her." Jae listened while • she repeated the words ]nez had written, `The power of speech seemed! to have left him. He bad, in his mercenary schemes, pushed his cruelty and persecution too far, and they had recoiled upon himself, .tgathe Lynne spoke but few wordy to „int; they were what a good spirit might have used, but they were spoken in vain. His schemes and plans were over; the fate of the wicked was upon hint, Go where lie would, do what he might, the face of the girl be lead tleccived and hunted to death haunted hien. He tried everything; --he plunged into mad scenes of the wildest dissipation --he sought re- fuge in the haunts of the gay and the worldly; but ail in vain. Sleeping or waking, by night or day, he saw that fate. There was no oblivion for him. He left (tome before. the funeral of Lady Lynne took plsce. Three years afterward .Agatha read in one of the ]French daily ,journals a short paragraph, raph, which told of the death of Count (Rinaldo Monteiti. He died stab- bed in a quarrel which took place in a. Parisian ;;ambling; -house, and Lady Lynne Was avenged. After her interview with num was ended, and be had left her presence frightener) and subdued, Agatha went to the room where her siter lay. Site knelt by her side, and kissed the cold Has, murmuring the while that she had done her bidding and would keep her secret well. Agatha never gazed upon that beautiful face again; it was soon hidden ftvam all eyes. It was on a bright sunny day that Lady Lynne was' l id to rest in the cemetery of San Lorenzo. Those who saw Lord Lynne then barely recognized hint; he •could not recover front the shock, He could not endure the sight or the name of the place where he had los her. Two days after the funeral he her left Ttome, and went, he hardly knew whit. (To be contimucd.l TORTURED BY RHEUMATISM?' , 1 Lai -Bilk WillI Clot~ You Esc ti i 11 J ust at this season, when the tote dry Whet' ter is ,Giving way to a milder yet mote huint14 t season, the germs of rhoumtftism„ ectat'fcas; i and allied ailments come upon their vkiimat' with renewed force:, ,. As soon es you feel maydeep-seabed pains, tee mints, baek, wrists, or elsewhere: }napex" a liberal supply of Zaiia=Buic on the !infer*; or on the palm of the bend, end rub tt weld into the pant affected. 'me pearetrating pow-' er of tbis '•embrocation balm" is exceedingly great, and once having reached the aes.t G the pain, it removes it epeedlly. It 'also endo the stiffness which is so unpleasant. 13reauemt rubbings of the a tiigsted X1or'tts with Mtn -bilk will not only drive out alt pain, reduce swelling, etc:., but will estreneth- en the skin and tissues and enable them to re:k :mp 1'+he . ng wOSiilt sthowCohowand Za•clam-dune ba'logsiol)oaiease tee theaseane tortured by rhuoiri.atism, "p ' Mr, P. 0. walla, of 338, Ogden siz'eet, :g'o,'t wlillant,• Ont., says:—•"JToliowin,g nay duties in atttnidirtg to passenger trains r often get wet through with -rain' and steam (•tins /attar in winter). This with hours of duty in fee,- baua's In suaninar was no doubt the causes of, hey conti•adting.iheumutism in'•both knees, left arm and, shoulder. This got so bad that I could no longer work, and. was laid o>`f on Otte,. different occasions for several wesia, dewing which I was under the treatment of my doctor. I seemed to get little if any better, no Matter what 'I tried; ,and this wave my state when Zam-Buk was reooelneendeat to me. I laid in a supply, and, to my great joy it begun lb (jure me. I rubbed 1t well in every night, and when a few boxes had been used, found .1 was .free agent from the pain and stiffness of rheumatism.. I'lutve had as more trouble from the disease and unhesitat- tutly reconnnend.Zane-Buic to all vrho'suffer from rheumatism,, ntuscutar stiffncss,etc.". 7attn-Buk is. also a cure for eczema, ring- worm. ulcers, abscee_+es, piles, bad leg, sarp- putoting wounds, cuts, burns, bruises, Chalp- ped•Itands, cold cracks and all s" kin injurios and 'diseases. All 'druggists and stores Bell atroc per box, or post tree from Zara-Buic Co., Toronto, upon receipt of price. Coloring an Abyssinian Bride. 'Western brides have an,easier time 'than their Abyssinian sisters. On the oc- casion of her marriage an Abyssinian bride has to change her skin. From ebony site has to become the color of cafe ryu laic. To accomplish this the expectant bride is shut ugr in a room for three months. 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"l,Iy sleep was broken and unrefreshing, and I was tired and nervous all the time. I was treated ty a doctor, but he failed to euro me. heading that Dodd's Kidney Pills were good for brick sediment in the urine, led me to try them, and after using twelve boxes I am as well es I can possibly be, Dodd's Sidney Pills have made a nee- man of me, and I am thankful:" Dodd's Kidney Pills are no enre-all. They euro sick kidneys, and that is all that .is claimed for `them. But sick kidneys are the root of numerous cls soases caused by impure blood. For you can't have pure blood with sick kidneys. It is the work of the kidneys to strain the impurities out of the blood. Dodd's Kidney .Pills cure Diabetes because it is a kidney disease; they cure Rheumatism because it is caused by sick kidneys failing to strain the able acid out of the blood.. The street car conductor xray boat have a great deal of influence on pub. lie life, but he pushes a lot d people to the front.