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The Herald, 1910-04-29, Page 3"There's a woman at the bottom of that; of course," said Morley, shrewdly. "There's a woman at the bottom of most men's lives, isn't there ?" retorted the younger man, with a passionate movement of the slender right hand to his brow that made the costly diamond ring upon it flash a dazzling ray across the money -lender's eyes. "There is mis- ery and wrong enough without my pil- ing up more." Morley glanced sharply at him, and said, beginning to fill up the papers be- fore him: "Well, well, but still you're young, and you have some memories, not all dark to look back upon—some lines marked in white letters." "Have I? What are they—for I don't know." "You have saved life at the deadly risk of your own—in face of its almost certain loss.' "That's nothing; I have done that a good many times in my career; there's no merit in risking a life one does not care to keep. And, by the way, 1 never told you even as much." "1 hear, or notice, little things, you see," returned the money -lender, smil ing, "and others I put two and two to- gether. For instance, that wreck off Brighton last September—over eight months ago. I knew that you were at Brighton that week, and carne up to town the very morning after for you carne to me to meet a bill. 1 knew you well --that you would be out in the gale and head straight for any d,'tn- ger — also that you would not choose to be lionized, etc., for a daring sescue, such as the un- known there perpetrated—ergo, between ourselves I've been certain that you are the man who played that part last Sep- tember. Ain I not right now? Confess you saved that stewardess—I forget the name." St. Maur laughed! slightly. "Yes, I did; and perhaps I did her no service after all; who knows?" "You do, perhaps," said Morley, lift- ing his keen eyes suddenly and straight to the handsome face. Falconer met the gaze as straightly. "No, I don't," he said, coolly. "I read your thought, and if it had been cor- rect, you would not have trapped me that way. I know nothing at all about her, except that she was young, a slight, girlish form in my arms—a lacy by her !rands; but if that same stewardess stood here now I should not know her. I never even saw her face, and as I went abroad directly, I heard little more of the wreck. You're too clever by half, Ken, I give you my word of honor." "'This time, perhaps," said Ken Morley, quietly. "Now your name, please, on this bill, and here is the cheque." St. Maur came to the table, bent over, and, taking the pen, signed his name, pushed the bill to its owner, and took the cheaue. "Don't lose hundreds out of that to- night," said Morley, as Falconer put the costly paper into his pocketbook, "No fear of that, mon ami!" was the answer, with a careless laugh and his foreign shrug. "And. just at present I'm bound for the Vaudeville—new piece on there to -night. I wonder what my boy Snowball will think of it?" "What, that Indian servant—factotum of yours?" "Yes; I've sent him to the pit, and told him to get just behind my stall, which is in the last row—he's happiest in my visionage." "I expect so," said Morley, "for even in the few times he has been here from you it is evident that he half—or quite —worships the sahib. You'll think me a very curious. inquisitive old fellow, but I've often wondered—and meant to ask you—why you keep that darkey instead of a European valet, and how you picked him up and got such devo- tion," "Enfin," said Falconer, smiling amus- ingly, though a slight color crossed his bronzed cheek, "you think that thereby hangs a tale—perhaps one of your lines written in white letters. Well, it's simple enough, since you care to know, and your questions are soon. answered. Why do I keep Rahmnee?—primarily, because we are attached to each other --she to an extent of devotion and dog- like faith, that I believe avers a hint of parting would break his heart—in fact, he would probably kill himself—or me —I don't know which. To me he is invaluable, lad of fifteen or sixteen only though he is, clever, untiring, faithful —there is nothing he won't do for me,. though he is of good cant°, and well taught at one of the schools established for the natives, up till just before I chanced across him; that is three years ago, when I was in India and up at a settlement. One day in the cool I had ridden out and carelessly got rather nearer a jungle than I should --and so it proved had somebody else, for I sud- denly heard, some hundred paces off, close to the jungle, the awful cries of mortal fear and agony of a native—a child, too. I turned, to see a very large tiger cub standing over something, and plainly an arm close to the shoulder In its jaws" "Horrible!" said Morley, shuddering; "go on; I am deeply interested; you "X was on the ground in a second, revolver hi hand," continued. St. Maur, "and crept forward swift and silent. I am, as you know, a dead shot; buthere, as I saw at once, the difficulty was to drop the beast without killing its victim. I fired, but thus hampered, wounded the cub badly; it dropped the boy, and with a roar of maddened pain and rage went for me—such a bound!—caught my left arm, too—and gave ins a mark of its favor I shall carry to my grave. 1. sprung aside, and in the very second it tore my arm shot it through the head dead as a door -nail!" "Horrible beast! 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Into the vacant ste1l came Falconer St. Maur, with asmile and a nod as his at- tendant bent forward. with a ltaad'to his forehead in salute, and low, glad: "Alt, white, time not long now!" "Did you think 1 was lost, Reahmnee? It is long to wait, but you cboee this yourself, instead of the circle, to be near me. Seen anyone I know yete" "No, sahib; nota." Often the two spoke Hindoostanee- but Snowball could speak thoroughly good English and French, and was proud of the former especially, only, when much moved or excited, It was apt to become rather broken, and helped out with native words. Now the band ceased. the curtain rose, and the aiulience hushed its hydra- tosgues, and settled down to attention. Phe' play was a new one, and opened fairly well; but St. Maur had little heart for it now. The interview with the money -lender had opened old, deep wounds, never more than :rkinnad over, all the deeper because sell -inflicted; rous- ed up bitter memories, never more than half slumbering, and knawing remorse. never uqite silenced under the most ab- sorbing interest or most reckless excite- ment. His physical eyes were fixed on the actors therein. IIis bodily presence was here, leaning back in the 111ff was here, leaning back in the stall with folded arms; but his soul— the man's own very self—was far sway— back, back, thisaugh the vista of eight long years—back to a time when, far from stainless though he might be, he had still not sinned so deeply against himself and against the young life, scarce numbering sixteen summers, that he had bound up in his own. And where was it now? What had he done with it? The act drop fell, and the man came back to the present, to where he was, with an absolute mental wrench. It was an effort to lift his eyes and look over the house, the boxes; but a mom- ent after his glance was arrested at one of them near the stage on the second tier, "By Save!" he mr Ott red, "what two lovely girls 1 . And line -looking fellow with them, too—their father?" He watched the party w'.th a half -lan- guid interest—partly because the girls were so fair and animated as they 'balked to their fatlier, partly because he laughed, nodded, and turned to speak to some ono on his right, half hid be- hind the lace curtain—a lady, Falconer could see, through that vexing veil, young and slight, and of graceful pose —quite enough iu itself to rouse St. Maur's attention. "You're attentive to her, my friend," he thought. Just then the lady put the obnoxious lace quite aside, and bent forward, full in view, resting one rounded arm care- lessly on the velvet ledge before her. She was young, barely four -and - twenty, and, oh! how beautiful! what a superbly handsome woman! And as Falconer St. Maur gazed, every drop of blood suddenly left cheek and lips, and rushed back on his very heart like ono fierce, burning stream of liquid fire. "Found!" he muttered between the clinched teeth—""found-•found at last! But how? Death! what is that man? I can not forget her. or be mistaken!" There was no outward start or move- ment; but within, wild joy, mortal ag- ony, the passion of jealousy -each and "Al! poor little chap; he was fear- fully lacerated, and as much hurt by terror as the wounds—a pretty, slim lad of thirteen. I bound up what I could, carried him to my horse, put him up before me, and got him to my own digging at the settlement, and obtained medical aid. I learned that his Mother was a widow, who had evidently found my poor little charge in her way, since two days before she had callously aban- doned him to starve, and gone off with a merchant to Calcutta. For Bahninee it was touch and go for weeks, between his injuries and the fever that set in; but he pulled through, you see" "Yes, I do see; you nursed him night and day yourself." "Well, of course; my dear fellow, what else could I possibly have done? it was nothing but sommon humanity." "I-I'm—yes—no doubt," sail! Morley, dryly. "But I'ni thinkie a it's a 'common humanity' that a good good many men, far better, tnd more creditable members of society than you, would just have relegated—if that—to the hired attendance of some careless native. I fully understand the boy's at- tachment and gratitude now. And he's been with you, then. ever sense.?" MADE IN UN, DA "Yes& I wouldn't lcaev the brat to starve. I had got fond of bins, too; and, faith, he wouldn't have left me, I believe, if I had wanted it. Yes, he has followed. me, like a faithful dog, ever since; even sleeps on his mattress in my roam, nr dressing -room, as he pleases," added Fal- coner, laughing. "A. complete ease with Trim of Ruth over again: 'Where thou goest, I will go; thy people shall be my people, and thy God, my God.' There, Ken, you know the whole story now, and I really must be off. Good -night, and thank you" Ile stretohed out his hand, and the money -lender held it for a moment— held it even closely—and wrung it hard before he dropped it. "Good -night," he said—"good-night, St. Maur -amid thank you." He went out with him to the door, watched the light, supple figure spring into the hansom waiting for him; watch- ed it dash off down the quiet city street, and returned to his roam, to sit dawn with a heavy sigh. "Yes," he muttered; "I am as euro of it now as I am that there is such gold in him still; there's a woman at the very core of his life; and if any hand can ever save him from that aacursed passion for play, it will be only that one woman's hand—no other. Heaven help them bath!" CHAPTER IV. Ten minutes to eight, or thereabouts. Pit, gallery and circle at the Vaudeville were filled; but the stalls and boxes, ex- cept the "paper" people—who had come in before—were only just beginning to reeelve their occupants. One of the stalls in the last row before the pit was etill vacant, and for the hold- er of that stall one person, standing up now in the place exactly behind it, watched with an eager anxiety that could scarcely have been surpassed by a girl watching for her lover. It was not a girl, however, but a youth, though the height, slight build of form, and deli- cacy of feature were more feminine than masculine from a European standard• not from an Eastern standard, though; for one accustomed to judge of Indiaat natives would have pronounced the young Hindoo one of the best types of the higher castes of his race. Erect, well-built, with that brig it' look and freedom of movement and bearing so totally different from the cringing ser- vility and furtiveness of the coolies and other low castes very handsome, too, this son of India, albeit an even unusu- ally swarthy specimen of a very dark rano. 1 -XIS attire was a kind of compro- mise between East and West, for, though his trousers were, if rather loose, Euro- pean, his headgear was a red fez, and for a coat he wore a dark -blue bunk long enough to cover tale knees, tibttoned. from throat to hem, and circled round the middle by a shawl -sash of very deep rod like the cap. More than one minus and admiring glanee rested on the picturesque figure, as he stood up, with his gleaming, black all swept this man's soul and throbbing, tortured heart in a very tempest. Ile never took his eyes off that box, noting everything with a minuteness that was plain in itself—going back once more through years—seeing again the winsome, trusting child of sixteen he - had first known and fettered, then the girl of eighteen be had last seen, and now this superb woman, of whose glori- ous beauty even the girl's loveliness had been scarcely more than a forecast.. How changed she was in these six years! How he could trace ie. the proud face the lines of suffering, the deep undercurrent of trouble Hover absent, and knew whose hand had written it all in letters of dark dye indeed, he who had 'Asked for the costliest thing Best Yeast in the World Sold and Used Everywhere E. W. Gillett Co.. Ltd. Toronto, Ont. Ever made by the Hand above— A. woman's heart, and a woman's life, And a woman's wonderful love." All that he had held his very own —slighted it, womeled 'it, and cast it aside; not daring then to seek it again, for very shame's sake, when the mad, short-lived infatuation was over, and the dazzling fruit proved but the Dead Sea apple. Yes, he noted these sorrowful traces— her manner to her companions, and theirs to her; her dress and ornaments, even. How exquisitely picturesque that robe of pearl-gray satin, with the plain gold ornaments, and white lace at the open throat, the soft gray and white relieved - ed by just one touch of color—one rich, full-blown moss -rose in her bosom 1 He noted that, as the evening wore op., the delicate petals curled, drooped in the incongenial atmosphere, and started when he saw the wearer glance down at its withered beauty with, ah ! such a sad smile and a little shake of the head, that for him spoke a volume. He had been in the east; he knew much of the poetic language of flowers; and it was one more stab of remorse to read this withered moss rose—love slighted, neglected. Had not hers been so, cruelly, and by him? In the interval before the last act, he leaned back, and half turning his head, said very low, in Hindoostanee : "Rahmnee, do you see that box to our left on the second tier, the second from the stage, with that very beautiful wo- man in it?" "Yes, sahib; I saw before!" "Listen, then: Leave before the crowd, get to the grand entrance, watch for those people, and follow them; find out where they live, who they are, every- thing you can; above all, who and what that lady with the rose is. I must know that," he said, between his teeth, "or I shall go mad!" Threatened With Diabetes 1 [-!APPY ESCAPE FROM, K1Dt41g1 ' TROUBLS. ' l The life of a man on the road is noir all sunshine. Late travelling, excessive use of rich and sweet foods at hotel tables, too much smoking and the strain of getting business makes it a strenuous life. This is the experience of Mr. A. P. Hardy, written from his home in Lois don: "Late last spring I noticed I was Joe' ing strength. 1 had a great thirst for water and my kidneys were unduly ao- tive Some months earlier I had out. fered vague pains in the small of the back, was more or less sleepless, and my nerves were more or less on edge. I started to build up—took a box of Fer- rozone, which 'quickly :made me feel so. much better. I cut out sweets, sugar anal starchy foods, and took Ferrozone tab- lets with each meal. The results were surprising. A renewal of my health and vigor started up that was quite surpris- ing. I lost that intense thirst that made me crave for water all the time- I wasn't laid up a single day, and attri- buted my success and robust health en- tirely to "Ferrozone." I. 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To be still a moment was impos- sible; his blood was at fever heat, his heart on fire. Who was that nran? Ills manner had been attentive but familiar—as from an elderly friend to a young and beautiful woman not his daughter; or just such as an elderly hus- band some time married, and naturally in public avoiding the suspicion of elder- ly lover, might show, or so it seerned to this miserable man's tortured brain and heart, "How dare he treat her so?" he said, fiercely. "Look at him, laying his hand on her shoulder to call her attention— perhaps this very evening he will call her wife, take her in his arms, kiss her lips. Heaven above! the very thought maddens me. She cannot—cannot have quite forgotten me—believed me dead. She is mine only—more beautiful than ever dreams could be—yes, urine in spite of all, and I will get her back here to my arms on my own terms, as of old— my love—my love through all. Ah!" and" lifting himself—"remember this: I love her, and loved her years agot' Bahnnee knew that already; he salaamed almost to the ground, and went out of the room. (To be continued.); •-?-j ' Dodd's Kidney Pills cured the Postmaster's Kidney Disease. Alberta Man Yells How His Troubles Vanished When He Used the Old Reliable Kidney Remedy. Scona, Alta., April 25.—(Special— "I can now do all my work without pain and with pleasure." Those are the words of Postmaster Andrew B. Nelson, of this place. As all the post- master's friends know, he has been troubled with Kidney Disease for sev- eral years past, and has been doing everything in hie :,ower to find a cure for it. He hos tonna wile cure. It is Dodd's Kidney Pills. Yes, I tried all kinds of medicines for my Kidney trouble," the postmaster joyfully states. "None of them seemed to do me any good till I commenced to use Dodd's Kidney Pills. Two boxes of them cured ins completely. 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No. —; the two younger ladies are his daughter and niece; and the beautiful lady, sahib, lives with then to take care of the young ladles—'irs. Errington she is called. I picked all up in the stables close by." "Are you sure'• -sure, Snowball? She is not his wife, then?" "No, no, sahib! only lives there to—" "For him to melte love to at his plea- sure, By !leaven!" Falconer blazed out, fiercely, starting up again, "when she is mine --all mine! It shall not be." "If the sahib only chooses say go," said the Ilindoe, quietly, but with a gleam in bis Mack eyes, ' flahmnec kill man and bring beautiful lady to the sahib!" Comedy and Tragedy are indeed twins, and the mature that is dramatic enough to be fully alive to the latter is also keenly, even painfully, alive to the for- mer. The flash of such comedy in this cool, perfectly meant offer of darkest tra- gedy struck the hearer through all the tempest of passions with irresistible force, aid he broke into laughter. 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