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The Herald, 1910-05-06, Page 9CHAPTER 1'11. "How rapidly time does fly!" said Dr. Clifford, the next morning, after bmak- fa~s't, half lightly, half with that kind of • regret evhiedr oomres naturally when the meridian of life is retssed, and eaoh year must be more 'or less counted off the "three -score years and ten" of man's span of mental vigor. "Here is actually April upon us—six months since you Dunne to usl. my dear," turning to Mrs. Eerington. "Yes, the months go too fast, don't they?" she said, smiling rather sorrow- fullye.but Blanche cried out gayly: - "What does that matter?—there are plenty more to come!" "Plenty more at your age—yes, my child; "but not at mine; there is a gap between fifty, and the twenties, isn't there? and we cannot go overtime again, you know, little maid." "And would not, if we could," said Cllzrlstute, quickly. "Wouldn't your" exclaimed Mimie Clif- ford, in surprise. "Oh, I wouldn't mind— and you are quite young." Mrs. Errington set her lips, crushing the bitter mental answer: ,'Yes, in years, and, years only. You leave not lived my life—your trust be- trayed, your heart broken before you were eighteen, and yet still loving, living or dead, the man who has broken it." Clifford Dame to her rescue, as he took up the Times, in his comioal, abrupt way: "Your young bantiings erow loudly over what is beyond their ken. Instead of that, suppose .we think of running off somewhere for a week this lovely spring weather;" it stakes ene long for a whiff of tate flowers—eh, girls?—all three, I mean. Laster fell too early and cold to leave town, so what say you?" "Say? It's jolly!" cried daughter and niece, in:: duet. Then Mimic exclaimed: "What fun it would be to go to some regular farm house for a week, and see butter made and cows milked, and drive them to water, and—" "Fatten up Mre. Errington into some approach to a matronly appearance," said the doctor, gravely, looking over his Times at the tall, girlish figure be- fore Wm. The girls burst into merry laughter, in which Christine was fain to join. "1 don't think anything would fatten poor me, doctor," she said; "but Maine's suggestion is capital, only personally I think some of her visions best Ieft to the dairymaids or cowherds. Why, you goosey, you would run away if an old cow wagged her tail." "And I don't believe you would run away," said the doctor, "if Satan himself faced your"r. • "I hone not, Dr. Clifford. Well, then, it is to be a farm and ruralizing, I sup- pose; but where?" "'Ah, dat um question!' as the nigger said," remarked auntie. "1 used, years ago," said Clifford, med- itating, "to attend an old Norfolk farm- er, near Cnrlehaut, one of the prettiest parts of the coast, and when your deer mother was ill I took her there once to recruit. I'll wire et once and see what can be done, at least. I'll read the pa- per first; and here is a sheet for you.. Now, what have I here? Oh, Newmar- ket first spring meeting --the Two Thousand. Bab! ;Ion.'t care for that Cured by Lydia C. Pink - ha n's'VegetableCompouiiid Caulfton, Ont.—"I had been a great sufferer for five years. One doctor told me it was ulcers of the uterus, and another told me it was a fibroid tumor. No one knows what I suf- fered. I would always be worse at certain periods, and never was regular, and t h e bearing -down painswereterrible. I was very ill in bed, and the doctor told me I would have to have an operation, and that I might clie during the operation. I wrote to my sister about it and site advised me to take Lydia 11 Pinicham's Vegetable Compound. Through personal expe- rience I have found it the best medi- eine in the world for female troubles, for it has cured me, and 1 clic not have to have the operation after all. The Compound also helped me while pass- ing through Change of Life."—Mrs. LETITIA BLAIR, Canifton, Ontario. Lydia L. Pinkbam's Vegetable Com- pound, made from roots and herbs, has proved to be the most successful remedy for curing the worst forms of` female ills, including displacements, inflammation, fibroid tumors, irregu- larities, periodic pains, backache bear- ing -down feeling, flatulency, indiges- tion, and nervous prostration. It costs but a trifle to try it; and the result has been worth millions to safferi eLT won10tu stuff; but do you feel interested, Mrs. Errington?" he was laughing. • "I? No, X hate it!" said the woman, with quick—almost, it seemedg undue force. "I hate all gambling!" Then she added, with a half laugh and more care- less manner: "I suppose I am rather prejudiced; I have been so much abroad, and, at Monte Carlo especially, I have seen such ruin at the gaming tables," "Ahl that is enough to set one against it, certainly. Well, I shall not ruin my- self by backing horses at Newmarket, that's certain—not even Kingfisher, who, it seems from this, is heavily backed." "Were you ever at a race, Mrs. Er- rington?" Blanche asked. "Yes. zny dear, several." "We never have yet. Uncle holo, you must take us all to the Derby this year —won't you?" "We'll see when the time comes, mis- sy. What aro you ladies to do this morning?" "Whatever the girls please," said Christine, to whom the doctor looked, thereby to a slight frown to Blanche's pretty face. "I want to go out to the Row," she said, "and see everybody. Town is fill- ing, and we're sure to meet some one we know." Mimie assented; but, with a caressing hand on (.'hristine'e shoulder, as she added: "That is, if our chere madame likes "Nay. dear 'Millie,. I am at your ser- vice. Go and dress, both of you; I shall be ready before you." In half an hour the three were in the park, and presently reached the Row, which was fairly alive with riders and -pedestrians, and many were the admir- ing looks directed to the trio, especially to beautiful Christine. "There •is Mrs. Addison," site said, as a fine, dashing looking woman, about thirty, approached, aeeompanied by a handsome young fellow of perhaps five or six -and -twenty. "1 wouder if that is the brother the doctor mentioned the other day as being on hie (stand tour?" Mrs. Addison was a lady whose ac- quaintance the ('liffords had made at Brighton last autumn, be it said. A few moments, and those two parties met.. "How do you do?" cried Mrs. Addison, with empreesement. "So glad to see you all in town! Allow ire to present my brother. Archer Northcote, Mrs. Er- rington—Miss Clifford—Miss Leroy." Bows and usual courtsies exchanged; then Mrs. Addison, leaving her brother to the two girls, asked: "And how is the doctor? Have you been in town long?" "Oh, Dr. Clifford never ails, you know," said Mrs. Errington; "and we have been in town alI winter." "Yes," struck in Mimie, joyously. "But isn't it flan. ;Alza. Addison? 1Ve'.re all going for a week or ten days to rur- alize et a farni house. So jolly!" "Ohl" said the lady, "are you? Yes, that is very nice. When do you all go, then, hiss Clifford?" "Oh, in a few days, I suppose. Father has wired to the people." "And where is it, if I may ask?" added Mrs. Addison. A dark figure, hovering unseen behind the trees, stole a step or tea nearer, listening intently. "Some farm near Carleham, in Nor- folk," came Mimic's sweet, clear treble. "Do you know the part at all?" "Not at all." "I think I have been in that part of Norfolk, Miss Clifford," said young Northcote; "and it's very pretty —fine wooding, you know, but still nothing to keep any one there for long. We aro going down to Newmarket to -morrow for the spring races, Helen and I and Major Addison. A. very brilliant meeting is expected." "Oh, all the big -wigs will be there, I believe," added Mrs. Addison; "you should all go there first; my husband has a horse entered for the Two Thous- and." "Does he keep a racing stud, then, Mrs. Addison?" asked Christine. "Oh, no, only one or two; and I'm sure I don't want either him or my bro- ther to go du heavily for the turf; peo- ple get so awfully bitten sometimes, don't they?" "Yes, they do indeed. Mr, i!Forthcote have you been long abroad?" "Nearly two years, Mrs. Errington; I am only just back. I was in Cairo this day three weeks—in the fashion, you see. I suppose you don't know that part of the world at ill?" She smiled, rather amused. "Very well indeed," she said, quietly. Mimi° laughed out. "I don't think there are many places Mrs. Errington does not know," she said; "she has done nothing but travel and wander for eight years, I fancy." "Indeed. Then I sing small," said Archer, bowing, and wondering yvho COMM be the handsome Mrs. Errington, "And have you been, then, in India?" "Yes, often; not for long ata time, except once for four months." At that point the dark figure that had been like an unseen shadow ie their wake struck off at right angles, • and stole swiftly away over the grass to- ward the e.P..; of the Serpentine. That afternoon Falconer St. Maur, when he came in to start for Newmark- et, with Itis Indian fidus Achates, was placed in full possession of Clifford's projected to the Norfolk farm, near Carleham. ]f'alconer's eyes glowed. "Fortune favors me," he said. "After Newmarket, then, Snowballa we go to this Carieham. Remember." "Yes, sahib." "She shall see me!" muttered St. CuHSURED You can painlessly remove any corn, clines hard; soft or bleeding, Uy appiYing 1'utttaTn'a Corn Extractor. it neves penes, leaves no sear, oontains no acids; is harmless because composecj only of healing gums and balms. Slav yearn in Luc. Cure gueranteed. listed by all druggists Sao. bottles, Refuse substitutes. PUTNAM'S PAINLESS CORN EXTRACTOR Maur, turning away, Ins right hand clinched. "Size shall confess that "I am not quite unloved; and vow to me, in my arms, with my lips pressed to here, that no other maxi's have dared to mtoueltitrqr„ them as mine da --my darling— His! ay !—but how wronged, how terribly sinned against! She might love still; but could she forgive or forget? as a a * * One morning Mr. Morley found among his letters one dated from Newmarket, and well he knew that -'small but bold, clear hand: - "Dear Morley;. -You will see by the papers that Kingfisher won the Two Thousand, and as I had backed him heavily, I have won—ta good pile, too. Also, I had taken Major Addison and others against his own Hercules—which was second -so again I won. The upshot is that when I return to town I'll take up that bill you renewed last month. 1 go from here into Norfolk on a private matter, but I shall be up shortly, I hope. 'routs faithfully, "Falco-er St, Maur." "II'm !" said the inov 'y -lender, med- itatively; "now, I `wonder what nds- chief that handsome sinner is after in Norfolk. I hope not the marriage t usi- ness I suggested oni ' to get at the key -note of him. I w, uldn't like to see hint do - tha—it •would be the out-and- out ruin of the fellie--cut away his only chance of reform. What evil fairy came and crossed his birth with that passion for play, I wonder?" And that very evening the object of his thoughts was standing in a private room of an inn at Carleham and saying to Raltmnee : ,"The Nun's Farm, do they call ib where these Cliffords have arrived? The game is mine, for I shall easily find some hidden vantage -place near it to watch, hour by hour, day by day—and if she goes out alone, follow her—if not before they leave then"—the ruthless lines about the handsome mouth deep- ened—"I will take other means to gain my end, for by Heaven I will gain it!" CHAPTER VIII. "Well, girls, evil at are you going to - do this afternoon?" said Roland Clifford, a few days after their arrival at the Nun's Farm. "1 am ;ring to ride over tate farm with Farmer a to les, and you Three Graces will, .L se ramie, go to tate beach again and eyp'm the country- sid(. " "B!attohe and 1, s • 1imie, "are go- ing to stay in ,ani d ' Knowles and the maid make. b zt'••+•;# .se we- cha'n't have another chane., es she only makes it once a week.' "And you, Mrs. Errington, butter -mak- ing, too?—not you:"' Christine looked out at the bright sunshine and waving trees, rich in their fresh spring dress of green, and shook her head. smiling. "No, indeed, thanks, if the girls will excuse ate. i am not interested in but- ter -making when warm sunshine and trcee tempt me to wander. 1 will go out and explore." "Very good. my dear, only don't Ione yyonrself, Isere comes the farmer and horses; I hear their at the front door, so to-ta" 'I will come and s e you off at the gate, then, 05 an honor," said Mrs. Er- rington, taking up her kat and throwing a crimson scarf carelessly about her as she €ollowed the doctor through tela open window on to the path. A flower garden with a fine carriage sweep ley .between the quaint old house and the road, and it wts on this drive before the verandah that they found the farrier and two handsome roadsters. "At your service, sirs" said the old man, heartily. "Ah, good -day, Mrs. Er- rington. It's a good sight always to see the Almighty's best hawliwork, I say— and that's youth and beauty, my dear." EVERY DAY BniNos A FRESH PROOF TdKr ahat BoonDotodSuffering'sidney Warilsomena. e Mrs. Rousseau Tells How They Cured Her After Three Year's of Almost Ceaseless Pain. Ilintonburg, Ont., May 2..--{Special]-- Every day furnishes fr esit proof that the women of Canada can be cured of ail- ments which have hitherto seemed to be a part of the inheritance of the sex by the, use of Dodd',r Kidney Pils, And this place has a living proof in the person of 'Mrs. William ;.lous,.‘tar, of 37 Merton street. "For over three year Mrs. Rous• EMI states, "1 was tern ill. My troubles were painful, I suffered verymuch with my heck. My head ached almost con- tinuously and I scarcely knew what it was to be free from pile. I wig very weak and run down. Oceesionnlly my hands would swell tip, and this, too, gave Inc a great deal of aunoyenee and dig comfort. Ibegan to tree Dodd's Kidney Pills, and very soon commenced, to im prove. Three boxes mired me, nompietelt, Nive-tenths of suffering women's trout. Hos start from diseasca kidneys, The natural way to cure theta is to take away the cause, that is, to dire the kid- neye. 1)ocbl's Kidney Pills always cure diseased kidneys. "Youth will' pass and • beauty fade, though, ids. i uawlee," she said, hair lightly, half sadly. "And what then?" "What then! We've got the same Heart, child! Me and my old missls ain't changed . in here, and it's forty years since the parson made us one; and sn di as you won't never bo changed in scare. body's eyes, 1 expect, either," he added, preparing to mount, "1 have lost my husband years ago," said Christine, with resolute quietness. "Oh, ma'am, I am so Corry! 1 didn't know," began the old farmer, mucin dis- tressedl. "1 thought he was just in Lon- don. only—dear, oh, dear." `rNever mind. Please don't think about It, Mr. Knowles. Now mount, boto of you, and I will walk to the gate with yott " mount there, then," said Dr. Clifford, smiling, "We couldn't ride and a lady walk, email we, Knowles?" "Sure no, sir. It's an honor, for the lady to conte so far. So hero we go— youth and age!" She was walking at his side; but near the gate she stepped forward, and, watt a smile, swung it back for men and hors- es to pass into the open road, followed them, and let the big gate shut behind her. "1 am going for a walk," 'she said, as they now mounted. 'Which is the best way* to start off, Mr. Knowles?" "Why, ma'am," said he, and - his strong, resonant voice might have been heard half a mile off, 'if you head to- ward the beach till you come to the stile on your left, and then cross it—" "Yes." ":Follow the tow path. and go over the hill you'll see. 1t's lonesome, but lovely wooding and view—quite wild, and like a picture, you'll say, 1'iu sure. It's all on my land, and you're safe enough .That's your way," pointing eastward with his whip. "Good -day, ma'am." "Take care of yourself, my dear," re- turned Clifford, lifting his hat. She laughed, kissed her hand and started off on her explorations. But her heart was heavy as she went on so light of foot. When was it not heavy? When did the memory of the past ever slumber, or the "restless, un- satisfied longing" cease? The farmer's inadvertent words had only brought the aching heart -pain into the foreground. She went on and on, now in the open with a frill view of tete wide sea lying a mile or more away to -her right—a vast grave of buried hopes and lives, moan- ing forever in its grand monotony of woe for the dead it must yield up at the hist great day. There was her e.wesome thought as she paused at length on the hill to which the foot -track and winding green lanes had brought her; and she turned from it at last with a kind of wrench, and pass- ed slowly into the wood, on the verge of which she had paused. How beautiful it was, this wood, with the tangled undergrowth site had to put aside to advance! the trees, all loaded with young leaves, arching high over her head, letting the glorious sunshine flick- er in between them as the light breeze stirred them, and. making music, with the sweet eroo-eroo of the wood -pigeon's note, and the song rand twitter of many birds rhantng their praises to heaven; no sound, no sign of homau life or throh- b:0ag human heart save her own, for miles perhaps; the utter solitude of nature that should have soothed this human soul alone in Re midst. But did it? Why, then, the restless impatience of the action with which the woman's slender hands pushed aside a dreop'l.ig bough, end so gave herself passage into a little open space, where some winter sterni had wrenched the huge bough from. a noble tree and tossed it et its parent's fent for the dryads to weep over? Why did she fling her hat upon the ground as if even that were a weight on her brow, and stand with hands locked upon ler breast and head drooping, so beautiful, so patteetie, mo- tionless. without repose—still, without peace of rest? "I am so weary," she mattered, "so tired of life ----when life is gone-- Hal what is that!" Christine started, end stood listening intently to the unmistakable erush of the brushwood where she herself had passed; all her masculine courage could not stay the thrill of woman -terror as she remembered how utterly lonely the place was. The next minute a tall man came into the open space and stopped a couple of paces before her. That form, that face, it Wright have conte. from the other side of the world, or the ;rams itself; it Wright have been o hundred years or 0 thousand, instead of six, and she wculd have known it at encs. Site staggered like one blinded, dazed. "Falconer!" site whispered under her breath. "Falconer!" Itis heart was beating madly, his blood was like fire, as With one step forward he had her in his arms, locked in a restless emin'ace.---passion, remorse, shame, yet wild joy and triumph, as he felt her heart give bark throb for throb against him mon—felt the slight form yield in utter abandonment to hire for those first moments of delirious hap- piness in which for her time years rolled back, and she was a girl aloin on her lover's breast. "Chrietiue--wife--come back to me— forgive!" Then the whole tide of memory, with all its cruel weight of wrong, swept ever the woman's proud soul and broken, yet still loviny, keit, and she started from his arms, fleeing herself with a- desper- ate movru,eet, and atepped back. Y'Forgiv.,? Oh, it is so caeay to plead for that when you have talc, -11 full license of sin, and grown perhaps weary of the worthless companion.for whom you left --abandoned--a, young wife scarcely eighteen, never thinking or car- ing for the frightful temptations and dangers to whieh you exposed her in her despair, end that, too, after you had already strained her love almost to the uttermost. If 1 had dishc.;cred emu as Deranged Kidney Action Causes Florid Skin Blotches, Flushings. Mrs. Coaxed Schmid, Hamilton, dis- covered what a great many women would like to know, the cause of red- ness, that unlike natural healthy' color suffuses the entire face. It is humili- ating indeed to a refined person to al- ways present the appearance With "dram drinking." In writing of her case, Mrs. Schmid says: "Cosmetiques and local applications were quite use- less. By reason of an aching .pain in the back I was recommended by a friend to use Dr. Hamilton's Pills to relieve my kidneys. I discovered that failure of the kidneys to remove matter from the blood was the cause of my heightened color. Dr. Hamil- ton's Pills at once removed the cause of the pain and gave me a complexion that most young girls might envy. I have the most satisfactory proof that Dr. Hamilton's Pills not only regu- late the organs but purify the blood thoroughly.' No other medicine will so quickly clear the skin, cure pimples, eruptions and all blemishes. For general fazn- iiy use, as a blood cleanser atld #saris laxative, Dr, Hamilton's Pills can't be excelled. Beware of substitutes. All dealers sell Dr. Hamilton's Pills, 25c per box, or The Catarrhozone Co., Kingston, Ont. you have me—if I had beee as faithfless to you as you had been to nie—and knelt to you for pardon, you would have stabbed me to the heart in your mad- ness, and killed your rival; and yet I ---the woman ---must clasp my hands in meek thankfulness that at last—because the fancy is spent --the base companion is in her turn left, and you come back- -to be forgiven till—the next tempta- tion. Heaven above, do you think wo- men have no passions, but only hearts. to be trampled on and broken, forgotten, tailored!" "Christine! No, not that—not that!" Falconer cried, flinging himself at her feet in his passion of anguish end shame. "I deserve your sternest re- proaches, your bitterest words; but not that ---never forgotten, never unlev':d, through all ahat miserable sin and wrong. In pity, hear me, and believe that only you alone, from first to last, have held my heart; ay, even during those few short months of madness, of wild, insane infatuation, that made me the slave of a very Circe! I broke with her soon"—he rose to his feet now, the red blood deepening on the bronze cheek, as for one moment he met his wife's gaze—"and then—then, in the bit- terness of shame and remorse, I dared. not return to you, whom I had so be- trayed. I knew you would have gone back to your aunt and be safe, and I kept away till the wild yearning to see you, to sue for pardon, to get you back, took possession of my soul, and over- mastered shame and dread itself. I cane back to England, to your aunt, and, merciful Heaven! she was dead months before, and you, my wife, my darling gone! I think my very brain reeled that day before the dark work I had wrought, Then I sought you everywhere, by every possible means open to me, and month after month, in vain. Olt, Christine, Christine, have a little, only a little pity; for, cruelly as I have made you suffer, I have suffered too; and even when, a week ago, I saw you suddenly at the Vaudeville--" (To be Continued.) w NERVOUS DISEASES IN THE SPRING Can Only be Removed by Tolling Up the Brood and Strengthen. ing the Nerves. Nervous diseases become more corn - mon and more serious in the spring than at any other time of the year. This is the opinion of the beat medical author- ities after l:ong observation, Vital changes in the system lifter long winter Months may cause much. more than "spring weakness," and the familiar weariness and acltings. Official records Drove that in April and May neuralgia, St, Vitus' dance, epilepsy and various fomrs .of nervous disturbances are at their worst, especially among those who have not reached middle age. The antiquated eastern of taking purgatives iu the spring is useless, for tate system really needs strengthen- ing—purgatives make yon weaker. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills have a special ac- tion on the blood and nerves, for they give strength and have cured not only many forms of nervous disorders, but also other spring trouble., steal as head- aches, weakness in the limb%, less -of ap- petite, trembling of the hand, melan- choly and meatal and bodily weariness, as well as ummaightly pimples and skin t: oub!es, Dr. Wiliiems' Pink ,:Ila cure these nervous disorders enol spring ailments because they actually make new, rich, red blood, Sold by all medicine deal- ers or by mail at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50, trete The 1>r. Williams' Medicine Co- Brockville, Ont. Mending Leaking pipes. A method of mending a leaking lead pipe while water is running through it is given as follows by the Scientific Am- erican: The leak is made wider and very quickly pieces of wheaten bread stuffed in, pushing it in tits direction whence the \voter conies. The hole can then be quiekly closed by soldering. a patch on it.