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The Herald, 1910-05-20, Page 7... "w..-..�.� ,.....•.,�.1111..,41....141=..,....,.....+".,e,..-.•,....,..1011.• .410.9M1014a.4111.11...4..0.0 ..' h::.. St, Maur had expected, that, and a terrible fear struck line that his uncle 1Cas about to open an aggreeelvo warfare en that vexed question by producing some seleeted lady of his (tile uncle's) llioice for a niece -in-law. He answer: d lightly: 1 I ehouldn t like to see myself, then, is 'Benedict the married. man,' 1 n:esure yon. I like freedom better than attires." "Nonsense, Falconer! I am in eerioue earnest!" "So am I, Uncle \Trill; so I ,tope you have not taken the idea much to heart, and, from the negative—that is, select- ing the lady I must not marry—pass,to the positive, and present .me to a lady With a view to matrintotty, as the adver- tisements say." Mr. Orde looked full at the handsome speaker as he said: "If I do, I don't think you will have to ask any girl twice. Now look here, :Falc"—the old man leanest forward, but a kind of gray shadow of dread swept the younger 'man's fine face—'if you will marry some one I can approve of, I will act handsomely; for I'm quite sure you often outrun your allowance—lib- eral though it is." "H'nel Well, yes—sometimes," said St. Maur, pulling his moustache—vexed, but irresistibly struck by the comedy of bhe wide difference between the reality end his uncle's very limited guess. "Very well; if you will marry, and become a more steady member of socie- ty, I will hand you over on your wedding day a cheque for ten thousand pounds, Ind execute a deed of entail on you and your heir of half of my property, be- sides setting on you during my life your present allowance of a thousand a year. Come, is that a fair offer'," "Uncle Will," exclaimed Falconer, "it la more than fair! You are generous in- deed; but I can not promise to please you in this. I would if I could, but I can not marry a woman I dont love, end I could not fall in love to order." "My dearest boy, I don't ask that; but there' must surely be, amongst the women you meet in society, some fair end charming enough to attract you; there is far more of fire than ice about you, unless—" "Unless what, Uncle William? Speak out. I don't mind." "Will, 'Fa1c, I don't want to be hard on fdllies-I've been young myself; but if there is any entanglement—any un- worthy attachment—that money—" "There is none, on my honor," inter- rupted St. Maur, proudly, as he thought of his wife's pure, beautiful face. `"But still, I have no thought or wish at all, or ,intention of marrying. We will change the subject, please, and I will ring for Rahmnce to order luncheon up loon." He touched an electric bell, that sum- ' tamed Itis servant, •gave.the order, and then began speaking of political matters. Mr. Orde wisely fell in with these tae - ties, biding his time. "I ,expect my business will keep nee a. week or town in town," he said pres- ently, when he .rose to depart, "so I . shall do the sights a bit; and if you can spare me a. little time as companion—" "Why, Uncle Will, of course—with pleasure always, you know," said the young man, with affectionate reproach. "I ane at your service, and I'll snake you Quite dissipated. Will you come to the f ycpune to -night? Snowball shall go at once and take stalls or a box—or do you prefer something else?" "No. dear boy, no; that is the best, and I shall enjoy it. Dine with nee, them, at my hotel--l3rown's---at six- .1Lt del‘ Luc to give you that --stupid of me. Look it up, Fele:" "What is it, uncle—papers to take `care of for you?" asked. St. Manu, in some surprise. "Ali right, T wi]1 look it tip." "Palest Of mine! 'No—no; of yours now, boy; .lust a trifle of loose notes— y.auii fellows will be young fellows, I Falconer started, the red blood flush- ing to Iris prow. "Uncle Will—no, no, take it back—I don't want it. You aro too generous— keep it." But William Orde lightly struck down the impetuously outstretched hand. Nonsense, Fele; it's only—a little gift —only a couple of hundred—and you must take it or I shall be hurt. Good- bye—good-bye, my boy, tili•later." He hurried off; but at the hall door St. 'Maur said, softly: "Thank you, Uncle Will; your gener- ous present shall be well used." He went back to his room and locked :tp the packet 'of notes. "_Ay," he said .to himself, with that rare, sweet smile of his, "it shall go to my darling, for she will use it worthily; and I—I might gamble it all away! idy Christine, not this!" So for the first time he unconsciously put temptation from him, with Chris- tine's name on his lips. Had her firin, loving hand been stretched out just in time to .shut ran - dare's box and keep hope in the world of their two lives? A little before eight that evening St. Maur and his uncle alighted at the Ly- ceum, and went to uiteir seats in the stalls, already filling fast. Mr. Orde was on Falconer's left hand, on his right were two vacant seats, into which the young man, whilst answering a question of leis uncle's, did not see pretty dash- ing Helen Addison and Archer Northcote eoree—she first, of course; but as St. Maur ceased speaking, a touch on the shoulder made hint turn quickly. "My dear Mrs. Addison, what good fortune! How do, 3lorthcote ?" "Good fortune! I thought you meant to cut me," said the lady, with a co- quettish glance. • "Cut you—impossible! 1 was speak- ing to my uncle. Allow me—Mr. Orde— Mrs. Addison, Mr. Northcote' "I am charmed to know you, Mr. Orde," Helen said, as bows were ex- changed; "for of course I have heard tmf you from your nephew. Are you up in town for a permanency, may I ask?" "Oh, no, Mrs. Addison, only for a week or two; and you see, Falconer has taken me in charge to make the most of the time." "Quite right of him, and I shall hope— Ah! the bell; 1 must hush" But presently; during the shifting of a front •scone, she towelled Fate, .and as lie bent his head a little, said in itis• ear behind her fan: "Drop in to -night le you can; just a nice: little card party.' He nodded slightly, with the least bit of a shrug that intimated, 'If 1 can— •douhtfnl." in the wait after the first act ileleu said: "I ant going to give a ball next week; you will come, of course, !'dr. St. .:dour-- Cela va sans dire" --and :,it. Orde"—with the sweetest urbanity—•'if you wouid come with your nephew, 1 should be so delighted." "\leditnme, you are very kind to ask an old man whose dancing days are clone; 1 fear I should be only in the , .CURED '• " IN -.241410u11.0 You can painlessly remove any corn, ening held, soft or bleeding, byhapplying 1'utn•,anee Core P xtr tot,er. at never nits, leaves no sear, co:arntnsnoacids ;leharinleSe eeaneecornpoeesi only 01 healing guars and helms, Fiftyyears in me. bogies. guaranteed. Ber sses bsttiituteii alt aruS6ists 'U S'^NA 'SPAINLESS CO EX.TRACTOR n Ist of everything the goes to znttkc. the enjoyment o a ballroom — r' thing to dancing;, promenading, ng down rest, and,, last but not east, those at- tractive, well-s'hrubberi gardens, tient. made forstrollR.'in the cool seemed. mad e.eail)ge, and flirting, "'epeci`elly" auda- cious St Maur had Whi#rered in pretty Iloleu`s ear, "where such e charming host- ess tempts a fellow to trove its efficacy in that line." Etc looked very radia' to -night as she stood with her husband receiving the gueets, who arrived tart. "I do ,trope," she said to the major --a good-looking man of forty—"that that tiresome St. Maur' won't be late. Have yon seen him to -day, I•ank, anywhere?" "Yes, at Ts-temsadi? this morning. way." thirty. if you are clisergagedl ' No, no. Mr. Orde. 1 will take, no rc'- "Qttite—thanks:" farm,. Mr. Kt. Sianr, if you come without "Oli, by file bye," said _lir. Orde, quick- ti'attr uncle, 1 won't speak to you for a ly, taking a small packet from his breast month, at least." pnel,c!' •'ncl poppini: it, down on the eTon terrible a fiat to even rontem-. table before his nepnew, 'el nearly forgot pinta and remain sane!" said .Falconer. - '111 bring him for my own preserva= tie,Tt•„ "Very well; Mr. Orde, 1 shall expect yeu, then. I'll send your cards pro forma stsd introduce. you both to two lovely hetieeee:, and their friend—chaperon— such a handsome woman!" The elder man Lowell, sniffling; the ;monger held his breath for a moment. He finessed at once, for he knew that Helen knew the C'liffords, as he had. told his wife.. "',.hank heaven," he thought, " that • Chihhtine is her father's image, not her mother's --so her aunt •said—so the pho- tograph proved. Mo.lediotion! I wish fair Helen hadn't asked him! - 13sh1 what: a grim mask it is ---tragedy and comedy --twins .ever!" When the play was over he• drove Archer was with. him., Helen puckered her brow; but just then her brother c offie in, kissed her, and asked, with a nod o the Addisons, if the G'liffo•rds had cern yet. "No, not yet, but they won't be late, I dare say," said she, with a twinkle in her eye. "You need not go far, Archie." t "Don't moan to, Neil," said h;e, laugh- ing, and proved on its St. I1aur and Mr. Orae entered.; and athandsome picture they made of ripe hood and green old age, Helen thong t, as she warmly welcomed them, and tar seated her hus- band to Witham Orde. "I am so glad you he e come in good time, Me. Orae," she'sa.'d; "onne doesn't always want to keep fhe best to the hast, you know, and I've k-,eb a danoe for your nephew, ty lti It •lxe • ill have to give up to you—" a "Tiurd on me!" -part tr...raleener, with a wicked glance. "My dear madame, are too good," chid courtly Mr. Orctts.; ''but my dancing days are over, and °relegated to these young fellows. Foie must keep his dance. "Not a bit of it, Id'. Urde. I shall put down your initiates, . and if you won't dance I shall sliow y o my gardens and ho t-housee." "I shall be delight's indeed. Major Addison., your ebae+rmine wife is going far to turn an old erentletusn's head, and per- suade him he ie. a iascinatiag young beau again." The major laughed and drew him away to introduce nim t some other guests, chaperone to the younger owes, who u"ould presently 1 gift into tite card - room, while St. Meer turned to speak to some one near, an the band, concluding a lively melange by way of overture, began tuning up for the dances, and there was move to eek partners. Just as the band t`truck up, Dr. Clif- ford and hie parte i ='rived, and Archer. Northcote eteppet qui,•kly forward •to join Helen in het. !pelting; while St. :Friar, from where. 1 • e ood, only glanced round cnrelrese' i lt' ardly, but with every pulse q.,- -i•,itg as he saw his wife. e How beautiful - mr ens! how picture esque in her gt -' tial, flowing robe of dove -grey satin. thbroidered with crim- son flowers, with a elitster of rosebuds among the failing lace at her bosom, and pearls in her cars and round her throat and arms-- surely, purely, the sot of pestis that had been one of his own wedding -gifts to his oh -WI -beide! itow fast the man's heart beat! how impos- sible to resist the magnetism eloet made hint turn toward that group with a glance at Helen v1tich she at once took. "crib -w nee," rate said. "My friend, Mr. St..\,aur-?,les. l.reington, Mise Clif- ford, Mies. Le:oy,_ and Doctor Clifford." How absurd it see' need to be to be in- trodntced as a. stranger to his own wife! Their eyes not and, throug.m all the in- cvihatble pain. the, sense of humor in it struck both itt the same time, "I have been so favored," Falconer said then, "ns to see these three ladies and yourself before, Doctor Clifford; you were at the Lyceum one evening about a fort:.irrht alto. yY d 'p �'�"ltGm'le`e'rx" A.pp1 Zaar_-•B+ttk to all wounds arc gats ang YO will besurprisca how. rat ilr It stops flit azeaetkag' ann. 'brings ease". It covers the wound vriif'h a. layer of: pro. tective Imp rsiiis all poison. gonna already $n the wetted, and prevents others eataxing. Its rh'i beafiag 1erbai csss a titan hedir up from the bottom, fresh tissue; and .la a.earen erf p abort 'rim;; the wdu itatsled Zan, Bo p�iliirri k sa aerit.. vlea gigs tiOW!ercoli,c ... B0 slice 44 • e t:tile ran tbtbg. ' 7uuior talc'^i4-pr!ttcti' on oven, pecker} 0: the gone. Rouse all atLara, bio *11 druggists sad stork:, at• ffmm.auk Co., Toronto. ffb .....5:4727101=====.0, with his 'uncle to Brown's, bid him good- night. and returned to his hansom. "Wheer to now, sir?" ,Jehu asked the swell fare. "Vale Road, Kensington," was the vi- ewer "A. nice little card party," ,:Helen had said. Play was high at ...e Additions' some- times; but still within the limits of good forst—that strong, if unwritten, canon of society. CHAPTER XL The Addisons had. their town house in that part of the "old court suburb'' where it is still possible to find here and there a fine roomy old house with a large garden. which is precisely what Beton wanted. The house stood forward, close to the road—detached, of course—tire gardens 'extending away at the back,' the spaci- ous suite of, drawing -rooms opening to thenen, and running the width of the house; so that even if hi.rs. Addison had been given to the essentially vulgar fault of overcrowding sho would have found it rather difficult to do so But "Yes, eo we -were,"' eicelaimed I3lanrhe, instantly, mentally appropriating the lion's there of the implied ooumplineente and eagerly longing to (betide with the very handsome neweonter. "And you were there then, too, Mr, tit. Maur? How odd that We should meet you!" "Having root Miss Iisroy," he said, bowing, "may I improve the pleasure to myself?" taking tip her card. "1 wee you hare not, happily, promised. 'every- thing." "Oh, to, I never do. You nay have this first ono, then. See, Mr. North- cote and Minie are off alrewly." "And, Mrs. Brrington," Falconer said, iousing, with Blanche's Band in his, "least I be too late, may I pray you to keep nee a waltz?" His glance said, "Two—three." Christine smiled. "Very well; the third is yours, then." But as her husband joined the throng with Blanche, he saw—with a jealous pang—jealous, yet proud—that several men gathered quiekly about her, pager to secure a dance. One of them, a young hussar officer, carried her off. . "Who is that lovely girl my nephew is dancing with?" asked Mr. Orde of the elderly lady by whom he was then seat- ed. "Alt, pardon mug; St. _Maur is my nephew, Mrs. Darnley." "Indeed! Well, his partner is Blanche Leroy, niece to Doctor Clifford, and l.riress to a nice fortune, too, I believe. Both she and her eoubine _Miss Clifford, are charining girls; only," said the old lady, with an indulgent smile and shake of the Bead. "1'm afraid that pretty Miss Leroy is a rare little flirt when she likes, and can make any elan flirt—will-ye, nill-ye. Your nephew must take care of his heart." "Ole," said Mr. Orde, laughing good- naturedly, and highly amused at the notion of "making," "any boy can flirt nineteen to the dozen without any `making,' I assure you, my dear ma- dame—most men cang and as to his heart, I wish he would lose it to the right sort of young lady, and settle down. Oh, he knows I wish it, the young scamp! And I'm sure," continued the artful old gentleman; confidentially, intending every •word to be repeated, "that I have put very limited restric- tions on his choice; and I may tell you in confidence that, if Falconer marries where I entirely approve, his heirship to me will be un fait accompli" - "Ah!" Mrs. Darnley looked at him keenly from behind her fan. "You are very good to him, Mr. Orde. I suppose. then, if I may take the liberty to say so, he is quite like your own son." "Indeed, he is, madame, and a very dear one, whatever his faults," returned William' Orde, plainly as proud as a peacock of his handsome boy. Mrs. Darnley, herself the mother of sons, was touched. "He ought to give you a son's affec- tion," she said. "And he does, Mrs. Darnley ---no ques- tion of that," retuned Mr. Orde, strong- ly, and truly enough. Then he added: "You know Dr. Clifford, then"" "Yes. Such a nice matt --a retired physician—had a fortune left him. There he is, standing by the door of the card- room—that tall, broad -built man. Give me your arm, and I'll introuco him, if you like." "Thank you very much --I should, though my stay in town is short now." St. Maur, as he whirled by with Blanche, saw that introduction, with a mental: "Whew! That will help my footing, but may mean danger. I saw him look after us." So had Blanche. "Oh! please—let us rest ---a minute, Mr. St. Maur," she said, between breaths. LAY tlRWEEKS ATE H' DOOR But Dodd's Kidney Pills cured Mrs. Thomb'sOn's Dropsy. 7 It Started With'Backacheand Greer Worse Till 4he Doctor Said She Must Die. Holt, Out., May 16.---(Special)—All the countryside here is ringing with the wonderful cure of Mrs. Samuel Thomp- son, who lay at the point of 'death for weeks, swollen with' Dropsy, so that the doctor five different times decided to tap her, but desisted because, ars her husband said, It might be better to let her the in peace'' After the doctor had given her up Dodd's Kidiee3' Pills cored her. Mrs. 'rhompson'it'ter�rible trouble start- ed with pain in. the back. She grew worse and the duetat• treated her for jaundice for sigh weeks. Then her feet and legs began t swell, and it was real- ized that Dropsy. Wan the trouble. For seven months ell suffered. The doctor said there was rehope; she trust die. As a last resort Dodd's Kidney Pills were tried. The improvement was slow, but gradually' her .strength Caine back. To -day Mrs. Thompson is a well 'woman. She says, and the country -side knows, she owes her life to'Dodd's Kidney 1:'ills. If the disease is of the Kidneys, of "though it is horrid to lose our turn of that delicious dance; you waltz so per- fectly," lifting a pair of melting; china - blue eyes with a half-sby, half -saucy glance, which she suffered to droop as it met his gaze. "What a compliment, Miss Leroy! I shall get quite puffed up with vanity." "Get!" she said, with a coquettish laugh, but vexed that he slid not at once beg for two more danees. "As if you were not already 'peffedup. onus,,! All "len are so vain!" "And all women --not at all!" said St. Maur, bending down with a smile of amu ed irony. "We have come meter the tact hese, harrow of sweet youth's incontrovertible wisdom and experience. 'Vanities, vanities et omnia vanitas, dixit Eeelesiaate ," only individualized to a sex, is it not?" "How dare you be sarcastic., sir, and laugh at me?" said Blanche, not quite knowing what to make of )mile, and so rather piqued, though she laughed. "You deserve punishment!" Ah no!" the vary quality and tones of the low, soft voice were enough to quicken the pulse, "nut liar --only par- don," "Indeed?? I must think about it!" retorted Blanche. "Thanks. 'l'heen 7 am Safe!" said Fal- coner, with cool effrontery. "Shall we .finish our waltz now? 1 see couples ars dropping off." He saw his Christine was. seated with a group about her; and Blanche, who already fancied herself half in love with her handsome partner, would not have lmet•n flattered if the could have guessed how he hailed the cessation of the mueie and. dance because he could take her bael: to her beautiful chaperon. "17ere is your fair charge, Mrs. lr- 'rinl,tnn." he said, "not, 1. holy.', too tired. ,lr,''4+ • ,'Demi these, and :melt good gardens." "Yes; Mrs. Addison sets great store by the garden. Ah! simile, my dear,' its Northcote cares -up With ?iiis,3 Clif- ford, "you must rest a little, 1 think, or your father will sold me." "He mast be very hard-hearted, then!" said it. Maur. "sties Clifford, may I hope you have some dances still disengaged?" she was not; there was plenty from tlhe kidneys,. i)odd's Kidney Pills Mimic looked up with her sweet. frank en o meet smile, ten times more novels and. charm - uggiol Business Mail's Health Story of a Merchant "Who Almost Lost His Bosiness and His Health Though Neglecting Ear I y' Symptoms of Disease. "My life for years has been of sedentary character," writes T. B. Titchfield, head of a well-known firm in Buckingham. "Nine hours every day I spent at office world and took exercise only on Sunday. I disre- garded the ,symptoms of ill health, which were all too apparent to my - family. I grew thin, then pale, and before long I was janxldiced—•eyes and skin were yellow, my strength and nerve energy were lowered, and I was Quite unfitted for business. In the morning a lightness in the head, par- ticularly when I bent over, made pie very worried about my health. Most of the laxative medicines I found weakening, and knowing that I had to be at business every day I neglected myself rather than risk fur- ther weakness. Of course I grew worse, but b • a happy chance I be- gan to use by Hamilton's Pills. I was forcibly struck by the fact that they neither caused griping nor nausea, and it seemed incredible that pills could tone, cleanse and regu- late the system without causing any unpleasant after effects. Dr. Hann- • ilton's Pills acted with me just as gently as nature—they gave new life to my liver, strengthened my stom- ach, and won me back to perfect good health. My skin is clear, dizziness. has disappeared and my appetite, strength, spirits are perfect." Refuse anything. offered. you instead of Dr. Hamilton's Pills, which are sure to cure. Sold in 25c boxes, all dealers, or The Catarrhozor-e Co., Kingston, Ontario. ing than Blanche's, the loan thought, and held out her card_ "I am afraid not for a long time,any- how, Mr. St. Maur!" "A happiness is worth waiting for!" said Falconer, marking the fifth on the programme, "although one can never be sure of its being the reality instead of a counterfeit." "For shame! how cynical you are, Mr. St. Maur ! Isn't he, chere madame?" (their pot name for Christine). But Falconer's wife shrugged her shoulders, and half laughed—a bitter lit- tle laugh. "My near, I am afraid he is right. Happiness is much like the will -o" -the - wisp, ever dancing temptingly before us poor mortals, and never to be grasped." "Oh, oh! Mrs. Brrington 1" exclaimed Northcote and a young man who had been meanwhile flirting- with Blanche. "You don't mean to ,say seriously—" "My deo. Captain Darnley, I don't mean to say anything `seriously' at all in a ball-room—only—ten years hence, if wo meet, I will ask you if you have caught the will-o'-the-wisp yet. There is the band again, anti Major Addison for me." "And the next is mine:" murmured St. Maur, as she Tase, and he went to seek .Helen Addisou. 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At a later date 1 was trot"- bled with eczema, and my faith in Fink Pills led me to try them again, and I was not disappointed, its they cured. this trouble also. 1 can't praise Dr. Williams' Pink Pills too much, for they have done nme a power of .;,00d." De. Williams' fink fills are sold by and medicine dealers or will be sent bv" mail at .10 cents a box or sine byes for $2M() by the Dr. WilIiame'• lfedicine (' • Brookville, Ont.