HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1909-12-31, Page 3"Yes," assented Norine, never dream-
ing what her unfortunate answer would
lead to.
Her companion had learned all ho
eared to know. He had intended linger-
ing by Norine's side until ha was oblig-
ed by the lateness of the hour les tear
himself away from her delightful pres-
ewe; suddenly he changed his mind.
"It is too cold to permit you to re-
main longer with me, 'great as the joy
of being near you is to me, little girl,"
he murmured. "Say that you will •meet.
me hero .to -morrow at the same hour,
Norine."
"I and very much afraid I shall not
be able to come to -morrow," she answer-
ed, "for to -morrow is grandma's birth-
day, and all the neighbors will be com-
ing .to the cottage all day long to see
her. For that reason it would be diffi-
cult to get away."
"Even for a few moments?" he asked,
holding the little hands closer and draw-
ing the slender, girlish form nearer to,
him.
Norine shook her golden curls,
"It is best not to make a promise,
and then be obliged to break it," she
said, thinking to herself he little knew
what a hardship it would be to her to
let a whole day pass without seeing
him.
"Then I shall surely see you the day
after, Norine?" he questioned.
"Yes," she replied, "I will be here."
Cliffod Carlisle suddenly bent down
and touched the lips that had never
known a lover's kiss before; and that
kiss burned Norine's lips long after she
had left him.
"Cold," she murmured. "How could
any one think it cold? Why, my heart
and every nerve in my body are on fire,
throbbing as though the blood in my
Tel* were suddenly burned to hot.,
strong wine."
Meanwhile Clifford Carlisle had walk-
ed rapidly in the direction of the Barri-
son home.
"Thirty thousand in cash!" he mut-
tered. "Now who will not say that the
devil does not help his own?"
Miss Austin was passing through the
corrider as he entered.
"Mrs. Garrison was just asking for
you," she remarked. "I was about to
send up to your room for you, thinking
you were there.
He did not look any too pleased at
the intelligence.
Clifford Carlisle had not been under
that roof a week as yet, still he had told
himself long since that the bardest work
he had eyer done was to dance attend-
ance on this querulous old woman. He
could not endure it much longer, even_
with the Garrison millions in sight.
CHAPTER VIII.
"IIave you any what, 'Sirs. Bar-
rison wants of me?" asked Carlisle,
throwing off his sealskin coat, impa-
tiently. "That is what I hear every hour
in the day, it seems to me."
Miss Austin laughted a sweet little
musical laugh.
"I should not wonder if It was to
show you her new backgammon set that
arrived an hour since. I—I may as well
tell you a little tiny secret—the dear
old lady is intensely fond of the game.
In playing backgammon she never real-
izes the flight of time. She would play
from now until midnight, ceaselessly,
even forgetting that there is such a thing
as meal time for herself or any one else."
Carlisle groaned.
"I see my finish if she were ever to
find out that I understood the game,
which, by the way, I have a great horror
of," he declared, adding, eagerly: "Will
you not come to my rescue in this affair,
my dear Miss Austin? Say that I have
gone to my room with a raging head-
ache. Indeed, that would not be an un-
truth, you know, for the very thought
of spending half an hour over that most
stupid of' games renders me in that con-
dition.
ondition. Induce her to look for a martyr
elsewhere."
"If I play on the guitar for her that
will cause her to drop to' sleep at once,
and that would deprive you of her so-
ciety the entire evening," she murmured,
artfully.
"Never mind me; do not consider me
in the. matter, I beg of you," he an-
swered quickly. "To niy mind, sleep is
better than medicine for the indisposed.
Play your guitar by all means, for this
one evening, at least, and I shall appre-
ciate it, I assure you."
Miss Austin blushed deeply.
He had not field it in so many words,
but she understood from his remarks
that he hoped old Mrs. Barrison would
fall asleep that they might have a quiet
evening to themselves in the parlor.
•
It is strange on what a light remark,
falling from a man's lips, a woman who
is desperately in love with him will
build her hopes.
• "1 Will try to have It as you desire,"
murmured Florice, and her heart beat
with feverish triumph.'
She told herself that the hour was not
far distant when he would declare Him-
self, •
Already she could see herself in fancy
the wife of this handsome, debonair
young man, the heir of the vast Garrison
wealth.
In- Clifford Carlisle she had ni.et her
match—the one man• on earth whom she
could Piave loved madly, passionately,
for himself, if he .had not had a dollar
en earth—and while he seemed to admire
lier as all other men whom she had met
did, he seemed in no great hurry to make
love to her; and this annoyed her visibly.
They dined together, alone in the big,
bleak dining -room, as they had been
accustomed to do.
But instead of Clifford Carlisle saun-
tering to Mrs. Barrison's boudoir, immo-
lating himself upon the altar of duty
by passim the evening there, he went in-
stead quickly to his own apartment.
Miss Austin lost no time in gathering her
Music together; not bright, tuneful, in-
spiriting music, but instead drowsy,
dragging melodies, that would have the
soporific effect of putting a person to
sleep if anything could.
But for the first time since the young
girl had been beneath that roof the old
lady proved perverse.
"Put down your guitar and talk to
me, Florice," she exclaimed, petulantly.
"I am not in the mood for music ti -
night."
Miss Austin bit her Hp, and a strange,
angry gleam came into her sharp, green -
blue eyes that the long yellow lashes
had shaded so well.
"Shall I read the latest magazine to
you, or—or would you prefer that I
should ring for Mr. Carlisle?"
"Don't trouble yourself to do so just
yet; he will come to me directly. You
may read until he comes."
Miss Austin read until her throat
ached. Mrs. Garrison was slightly deaf,
and she had to pitch her voice in a very
high. key. "Read more distinctly, so that
I can understand. you. You mumble your
words all together. I want particularly
to hear that review on Dewey's work at
Manila. Commence that page over again,
and read slowly and very • distinctly,
please."
Another page with quite the same re-
sult. How could she read the tiresome
old reviews calmly, with her thoughts
elsewhere?
"You may as well stop right where
you are," exclaimed :(Irs. Barrisan angri-
ly. "You murder the king's English in
a most shocking manner to -night. Are
you tired?"
"No, Mrs. Harrison," she murmured,
"but to tell the truth; I have a very
annoying headache I had hoped it would
pass away, but I find. I am doomed to
disappointment."
"You had better lay down your book
and rest a while," said Mrs. Harrison.
"If Clifford does not come to me soon,
you may ring for Esther to summon hint
here."
Again Miss Austin's heart beat with
silent rage. That meant that the quiet
evening she had promised herself with
Clifford Carlisle would begin and end in
her devastated hopes.
A sudden thoughts came to her. She
would force this tantalizing old woman
to go to sleep, whether she would or not.
She wondered that this way out of
her difficulty had not occurred to her an
hour before.
Of course Clifford Carlisle was wait-
ing for her down in the parlor, wonder-
ing with all a man's impatience why
she did not put in an appearance.
With the noiseless, gliding motion
peculiar to her, Miss Austin crossed over
to the cabinet at the other end of the
room where the medicines and Iiquors
were kept.
"Let me pour you out a glass of wine,
my 'dear Mrs. Harrison," she murmured.
"The night is so cold, it is even percep-
tible in this warm room; I think it will
do you good."
"As you will, my dear Florice," replied
the old lady; "I think myself something
stimulating would not cone amiss.
"Perhaps I had better give you a lit-
tle brandy," suggested Miss Austin.
"No, the wine will do, The brandy
might make me drowsy, and I do not
wish to sleep; I have so much to talk
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"You shall sleep,' and''that speedily,
too, if I can have my ,r ay about it,"
muttered Miss Austin, between her
tightly shut teeth. • r
.She poured out. the wine and the wo-
man at the other end of the -room did
not see . her add a, few drops of dark,
greenish liquid to it; hzifr she did no-
tice as she raised it to her lips that it
had a very bitter, brecl:ish taste to
it.
"That is only your fancy,. my dear
Mrs, Harrison," murmured Florice. ,"The
taste is in your mouth after the bit of
bird you have just eaten."
"Nonsense ll" exclaimed the other,
sharply. "I, say it i the wine, Please do
not suggest that could. make a mis-
take about liquors."
"Certainly not. I hope you will par-
don me for int -denoting such a possibil-
ity," she remarked, with apparent inno-
cence; but old Esther, ,. --happened
to enter at that moment, detected mi-
derneatli her words a covert sneer.
"I think I will take "'advantage of
Esther's presence to retire to my room
to rest a little while, as you advised a
few moments ago, dear IvIrs''Barrison,"
she said, gliding toward'tlee, door.
Esther did not tell her mistress that
instead of going to her room, she had
distinctly beard Miss Austin going down
the stairs, for they creaked-fittdibly even
under her eat -like tread.
A moment later she heard her turn
the ]mob of the parlor door.
"A liar is the last perstin on earth
to be trusted," thought old. Esther, who
by this time had a most cordial dislike
for the stratnge young woman, who
seemed to do pretty much as she liked
with her mistress.
"What brings you here at this hour,
Esther,' asked Mrs. Barrien, 'vebudering-
ly, for the methodical old servant's ha-
bits were like clockwork. She had never
been known to finish her supper dishes
thus early and repair to her room.
"I thought perhaps you saw the fire,
and would like to know about it," she
replied.
"There bas been many' a. fire in Had-
ley during the last twenty years, and
have I ever had enough intessest in
them to inquire about them?" she asked,
curtly.
"No, ma'am—no'" responded Esther,
"but I happened tsee this one -as I
was returning from the post -office with
the mall."
Old Mrs. Garrison saw at once that
Esther wished to talk with her of the
conflagration. Perhaps it was the wine
she had just drunk which prompted her
to humor the old servant.
"Was it muck of a fire?" slie. asked,
"and what was it, a house,rk. shop.a•
"It was the pretty little eottdlge that
you always admire so much from your
window. The house where the young mo-
ther lived who was teaching her little
baby to walk."
"Ah!" exclaimed Mrs. Harrison, her
curiosity getting the better of her deep
resolve not to allow any of the village
happenings to interest her, "the mother
and infant escaped of course."
"Their lives were saved by almost a
miracle, ma'am," said Esther, solemnly.
"It appears that the youngmother
was subject to 'fainting spels. One of
these spell same on suddenly as she
was putting logs on the kitchen fire and
she felt unconscious, with the dear little
baby in her arms. Her clothing caught
fire and—and the place would have
been burned to the ground, and she in
it with the baby, if the dense smoke
had not been noticed by a gi—person
who chanced to be passing; ,sand at the
risk of this person's life, an entrance
was made through the blinding smoke,
and the poor young mother and little in-
fant dragged out in the nick of time.
"I happened along just thea and stood
guard over the two while this person
went into the burning betilding and ex-
tinguished the flames by numerous pails
of water, though I called loudly upon
the person to come qut."
"That was indeed heroism!" exclaim-
ed Mrs. Barrison, greatly excited over
old Esther's graphic account of the
occurrence. "You must find out who
the man was. I have a notion to reward
such bravery. If I was burning in this
room. Esther, who on earth would risk
his life to save me?"
"This same person would, if—if the
person kneiv who you were."
"Who is this, of whom yeti speak so
mysteriously as that person?"
"May I dare to tell you, ma'am?" cried
the old servant, trembling with excite-
ment.
"Certainly, Esther, speak right out;
I am anxious to hear.'
"This person was your discarded
granddaughter, Norine, ma'am," whis°
pered Esther.
CHAPTER IX:
For a moment Mrs. Barrison stood
fairly petrified.
"Have I done wrong in telling you
ma'am, when you expressly forbade me
long years ago to never mention the
girls name in your presence?" asked
Esther.
"I had forgotten her very existence
until a few days ago, when her name
was spoken in my presence. Since that
hour,' do what 'I evould, I have not been
able to banish her from my thoughts.
The girl's face—as I imagine it must look
--haunts me, Esther."
"God knows it should," thought Es-
ther, but she dared not give vent to
thisstead: though In words, but said in -
know it is an ampossibility, but
oh! how I wish you could sae the young
girl, ma'am;; it would do your heart
good. The lass is so blithe and bonny;
she looks the picture of you when you
were a lass. 1 remember you well; your
hair was as bright as gold their, and your
cheeks red as,ine nose--"
"Hush!' cut in uur mistress, sharply.
"/ cannot, I will not, listen to auotlher
word on this forbidden subject. ,Flow
dare you make 'so bold as to r tie it."
"1 had hoped time might lu soften
ed your heart, meant," remit, old
Esther, sadly, "when yeti co -1 to re-
member in your lonely menials that
the girl, Norine, is the only human tie
you have on earth—X must have my
say out, even though you turn nue from
your door this day for uttering it. You
harbor strangers around you, who do
not care a snap of their fingers for you,
and are but too anxious for you to die
to see what you have left them; and
this young girl, your own flesh and
blood, who should love you if anybody
on earth would, has never been allowed
to darken your door. I say it is a burn-
ing shame, ma'am, and you ought to
realize it.
"Now 1 nave said all that has been
on my mind to say this many a year,
and you can do with me as you like. A
woman who would turn her own child
and her helpless little baby out into the
hardships of a bitter cold night to live
or die as God saw fit, could have little
compassion for an old servant like me."
"Stop, Esther—stop. I cannot hear it;
not another word. Leave me. I would be
alone. I—I am not angry with you, for
uttering the convictions of an honest
heart. I will ring fur you if I want you.
But.stay, pour me out another glass of
wine ere you leave me; my head throbs
strangely, as—as does my heart."
Esther did as she was bidden; poured
out the wine, but the moment her mis-
tress put it to her lips she set it down
quickly again, muttering: "This does not
taste bitter like the last. I knew there
was something the matter with that last
glass of wine, and 1 told Florice so, Es-
ther," she added sharply, "I have taken
something that does not agree with me.
Give me an antidote, quickly."
Old Esther hastened to obey.
Her prompt action saved her mistress.
She called no one to her aid, though
Mrs. Garrison grew strangely ill dur-
ing the next few minutes, but in half
an hour's time she was so relieved that
she was her old self again.
"Leave me now, Esther," she com-
manded again. "I—I want to think. As
you pass Miss Austin's door, and that
of my nephew, tell then that I have
retired for the night and do not wish
to be disturbed."
Esther never 14.new what prompted her
to pause on the threshold and look back
at her mistress; and as she saw her
then, she remembered her all the after
years of her life.
Mrs. Barrison had seated herself in
an armchair by the fire, and was lean-
ing her head dejectedly on her bands,
gazing abstractedly into the glowing sea
coal fire.
"Good -night, And may God bless you,
mafam," murmured Esther below her
breath. '"You have your faults, but be-
neath it' all you have a tender heart.
I anisure."
Long aftet the door had closer] upon .
old Esther'`bent, retreating form, dirt:`
Garrison sat in the same position, gaz-
ing into the fire—gazing fixedly, with-
out seeing.
"It is eighteen years ago to -night,"
she muttered. "I —I would give every
drop of my heart's blood to turn time
back to that never -to -be -forgotten night
and live that one hour (which darkened
all my after life) over again. I was shad.
Yes mad!
"I have ever since hated even the me-
mory of the man who took my treasure
from me. It did not occur to me until
old Esther spoke so plainly to -night that
I should not have let my hatred descend
to the child, who was not responsible for
what occurred.
"I was the last, but for my child, of
a proud old' race, who valued blue blood
above gold; and when she, my idol, for-
got the pride of her forefathers so en-
tirely as to wed the village blacksmith,
no wonder I almost lost my reason.
"But years mellow all griefs, level all
pride. What good are the ancestry to
me now, of whom I was so proud. None
whatever. If I sent for the girl whom
I have neglected so long, they would
not let her come to me. Indeed, she
would not wish to come. What interest
can she have in 'an aged grandmother
who held herself aloof from her all
these years, though in the same village?
"No, thee- would not let ]brine cross
my threshold. It is too late to make
overtures of friendship now. But there
is one way that I could retrieve the er-
ror of the past, and that is by changing
my will—leaving half my fortune to
Clifford, 'and the other half to the neg-
lected Norine."
Rising suddenly to her feet, Mrs, Bar-
rison crossed quickly to her writing
desk, and, drawing a long, thin key from
her bosom, fitted it to the compartment
that was scarcely discernible to even a
scrutinizing, searching gaze, this time
revealing , as it opened to her touch a
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arrison."
"Here it has lain for nearly eighteen
years," she unuttered, "all duly signed
and witnessed—made out to my child or
her heir; that would mean this Norine.
How strange it is that all these long
years I have never had the courage to
destroy this document, strong as my in-
clination was to do so?"
Taking it over by the fire, she sat
down in her rocker and read it over
slowly. carefully, twice—ay, and a third
tine—to fully refresh her memory as to
its contents.
"The will I made yesterday, leaving
everything to dear Clifford, would make
this one null and void," she ruminated.
"All that 'it needs is the signature of
the lawye?,,":'` witnesses. It is not too
late to.,'r`_. d
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