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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1910-06-10, Page 7,;r: !.,:a. „a:Yeovil satere nevame emea rcrre°:ac a taatx: mr et re-ei , . , c eeee (;HAi'TER XV. When, the next evening, Dr, Clifford arrived at Brown's Hotel, he was at once shown into the drawing -room of the suite of apartments occupied by Mr.. Orde, and found that the expected trio was agreeably converted into a sextette party by the addition of Major Addison; Deis brother-in-law, Mr. Archer North- cote, and another gentleman of middle age. whom the *host introduced as his neighbor and .county member in Staf- fordehire, Sir Arthur Channing. "Just a nice little bachelor dinner party of six,' said the host, pleasantly, as dinner was announced, and they went into the dining room. "l only regret that we are necessarily deprived of the pleasure of ladies' company too; but that is quite my nephew's fault," added he. laughing. "Mine Uncle Will?" laughed back the accused, opening wide a pair of glorious dark eyes, which the doctor, sitting opposite, thought could be tolerably dan- gerous to creatures feminine if their owner were so minded— or, indeed, whether he were or not, sometimea.. "Flow is it niy fault?" "Why. because by this time, Mr. In- nocence, you ought to have picked up a wife, instead of knocking about all over the world." "Thanks; but I prefer this said knocking about process to fixing down. Wives are like children—most charming when they are other people's," said Falconer, with such a comically wicked glance at Frank Addison that it dis- armed at once the slightest suspicion of any cynical sous etendu which one or two others xnight have ascribed to him. Sir Arthur cried out:, "Oh, oh! for shame!" laughing with the others; Addison so heartily that Clifford, quick to catch some joke, said: "I suppose. then, Mr. St. Maur, that you don't like children?" Addison went off into another peal. "Ha! ha! ha! ask me tlhat, doctor, or, rather, my wife. rale not like children! Oh, that's too good! *fishy, he just adores them, and lets them do any mortal thing with him they like. Helen, my wife, dreads him getting into the nut- ery, as he does sometimes—we've three—aged four, six, and eight—eldest a boy --and old nurse declares---" "Frank, don't malign my character, please; I only romp with the bonnie wee things, I don't spoil them one bit—they mind me" —"Declares," continued Frank, unmov- ed, "that there's no doing anything with them for hours after he's gone, because they are all agog for Ihimi to come again, especially the youngest' "ht's a great pet, of course, for that reason." "No, not for that,," said the major, glancing across at St. Maur, whose at- tention had just been called into a ques- tion of foreign politics by Sir Arthur and Mr. Orde; "it was—but I beg your pardon, doctor." "Pray go on, major. I am always in- terested in children, and now, I confess, especially so in your friend; he is a singular study, I think, and interests me, partly, I suppose, because his face and himself puzzles me. I perceive a little glimpse of its reading here, so please go un." "Well, you know it was simple enough in itself, but we felt it deeply. It was about two years ago, and we hadn't long known him; but he happened to be it. England then. One evening he called in to take my wife to the Philharmonic, but found that she was in Hertford- shire. and not expected home till early next morning, and. I, too, was out at a ball. He was, therefore, departing, when he heard the child above crying piteous- Iy kale couldn't stand that, and the footman says he was up two flights to the night nursery in a jiffy; there was nurse trying vainly to quiet wee Effie; she had had a tumble trying to climb the monkey, raised such a bump on her forehead, and in fact her little head was aching badly, and she liad cried her- self into a fever for her mother—would- n't lie down." "Poor baby!" said the physician. com- passionately. "She couldn't rest?" "No. He took her out of her crib in- to his arms, with her head laid on his shoulder, and just walked slowly to and fro, softly soothing and singing to her —he has such a delicious voice, as you can hear the minute he speaks. Nurse said the chill nestled to him like a young bird, left off wailing for `mother,' and es long as he kept moving, was per- fectly quiet." "Yes," again said. the doctor, "the strong clasp and steady movement sooth- ed the pain and feverish. restlessness. "Well," said Addison, with another glance to make sure lie was not over- heard opposite, "that fellow walked up and down, alp and down, with our child for five solid hours as patiently, as un- tiring as its mother herself; nay, she could not have done it. Then nurse tried to persuade hits to lay Effie in bed, but he wouldn't. Nurse might get him a cup of tea and go to boa, but he should not put the child out of his arms that night. IIe didn't, either. At 7 o'clock in the morning, when nurse reappeared, there my lord was sitting in a low chair, sleepless as ever, with , wee Effie fast asleep on his breast, her tiny fingers clutched round his; and not till she chose to wake, free from pain, and spry again,'would he stir. I heard it all from nurse when I came down, for he had gone; but he didn't escape me or my wife, I can tell you!" concluded the ma- jor, a trifle huskily. "We shanrt forget it in a hurry." "I should think not," answered Clif- ford, warmly. "I am no psychologist, or metaphysi- cian, or student of human nature's com- plex retake -up," added Frank Addison, after a slight pause; "but I can only say that. in my opinion, the nian who'll do. so much for a suffering child not his own must have a lot of good in him some- where." "I heartily indorse your opinion, ma- jor," said Dr. Clifford; adding mental- ly: "And the story quite carries out in the broad. my observations of that face —passion and trouble—tenderness, dan- ger. 1'II talk to him presently; for if Blanche—bah! I wonder if it's true that he bets and plays high? Doesn't care for wine, anyhow, I take note. Good thin„ too young blod is wine enough in itself" At dinner, however, the conversation had become general, polities naturally holding good sway; and as all present were strong Conservatives, all were agreed more or less. Then the M. P. naturally spoke of the adjournment for the close at hand Derby day. But St. Maur had no wish for these shoals just now, for many reasons, and so, with the ready skill of a matt of the world, he glanced off the subject as if it were one that personally rather bored him—which was true—as well as one he knew Dr. Clifford also was not interested in; and, after a few remarks about the favorite, and so on, he turned to the physician and asked him. what he thought of the German opera. "Your niece told me you are fond of music," he said; "and 1—well, they all declare I am just ntusie-mad, and soak- ed in it." "So you are!" joined in Northcote— himself very musical; and so the three were soon deep in discussing that queen of the arts, and, indeed, were still on the entrancing subject when they ad- journed to the drawing room and were sipping their coffee. ""Enfin," said the doctor, at length, aroused and perfectly charmed with his host's nephew, "you turn out, Mr. St. Maur, despite your modesty, to be an accomplished musician as well as pas- sionate devotee. You would delight Mrs. Errington. Iiaw you, or she, either, have managed to keep it up so, in traveling so much, I don't know." "Where there's a will there's a way, doctor, isn't there?" said St. Maur, laughing, and with his foreign shrug. "H'm! yes; and I don't think you are ever lacking for either will or way, if there is truth in physiognomy," re- torted Clifford, smiling significantly. "A little too much, you imply. I'm afraid I am a terribly self-willed fellow, but I can't boast that my will has al- ways found the way—what man or wo- man can?" There was an involuntary droop of the dark, long lashes, a half sigh on the lips. He was thinking of his wife, of his mis- spent years and gloomy future. "As a question of ethics," said the doctor, lightly, "it is certainly best that our will should not be allowed too free sway; only the teaching can not begin too early, or it comes hard in maturer years." Falconer's smile was half sad. "Yes, very hard; the old precept must be followed in childhood or it Comes too late: `Optimum eligo, suave et facile, thud faciet cousuetedo' (Choose that course which is best; habit will make it agreeable and easy). I' don't know about the `suave,' though; I'm certain I should never have though it so at any age." The very phrase, unconsciously or carelessly, told that his haughty will hind never knownearly, or any, proper control. It was not the positive "I did not think," but the conditional "I should never have." The doctor noticed that, and turned a quiet, critical glance from the nephew to the uncle's face—a fine face without a line of real weakness; but still ib was impossible for the most cursory physio- ggomist not to sec at once that the younger was the. dominant will and brain -the inevitable master -spirit as boy and man. But before Clifford could reply, Mr. Orde's mellow voice spoke:- "What poke:"What say yon, gentlemen, to a quiet rubber or so? We are a nice little party for cards, and some of us, as I know, are good players." `Ily alt means, Mr. Orde," said tile doctor, mho was very fazed of whist, and a very good player. "I second the motion," said the MI. P. The ball was rung, cards were ordered up, and two tables set out, "if we play whist, two will be out in the cold," asdi Mr, Orde. "Shallwe start some other game?" But 5t. Maur cane to the rosette of •the three whist -lovers. "No, no, T,neio Will; Northoot:e and 1 Will teach each other eoarto"—a laugh from Addison—"nod you four eau abs THROW AWAY ALL YOUR FEARS I r,.•l .tis.,,.:!„ ,•- Backache, Qrevdl and Rheema. tism Vanish 1 Sctpre Dodd's Kidney .pills, e Proved Ones Again In the Case of Mrs. Fred Krieger, Who Suffered From the Woret Forms of Kidney Disease. • Palmer Rapids, Ont., June 13.—(Spe- cial)—The thousands. of Canadians who live in daily terror ,of those' terrible forms pf'Ii`idr1ey Disease known as Back- ache, Gravel tend Rheumatism, will be deeply interested ittthe story of Mrs. Fred Krieger, of thiq place. "I was for years a great sufferer from Kidney Disease, Gravel, Rheumatism and Backache," Mrs. Krieger states. "It all started through a cold, but 1 got so my head ached. I was Vervous, my limbs were heavy, I had a dragging sensation across my loins, and I was totally unfit to do anything. "Reading about wonderful cures by Dodd's Kidney Pills led me to buy some. After using a few I ,found they were do- ing me good and this encouraged me to continue their use. .Eight boxes made are well. "I have been able to do niy own work ever since and to -day I am completely cured. Dodd's Kidney Pills gave me health and I feel like a new woman." If you keep your Kidneys strong and heathy you can never have Backache, Rheumatism or Gravel. Dodd's Kidney Pills never fail to make the Kidneys strong awl well. sorb yourself in whist; only don't go in for awfully high stakes, or we two -will have to correct your little morals. Frank, my son, don't laugh, but pre- pare for your game—here are the cards." "By Jove ! you playing preacher is too good!" whispered Addison in his ear, as Falconer stooped over his shoulder to lay down the pack. The other gave him a glance, laughed, and turned on his sheet as Dr. Cliffords came to the whist -table, and sat down. "Now, you two boys," exclaimed Mr. Orde, merrily, "go off to your ecaree. I don't think the pair of you appreciate whist." "Doctor, will you be my partner?" "With pleasure." The game once begun, there was sil- ence then; but at the outer table the younger men talked in low tones as they played; and once or twice Clifford heard a few words from :Arthur North- cote that showed the Derby was on the tapir, passingly, at any rate. "King- fisher again, you think," came; then presently, "Oh, yes, if you back him I'll take it—only you remember what Tom Duke said—" The, rest was quite low; but the doctor's g'aure saw St. Maur shrug his. shoulder wtt. a contemptu- ous smile, that sea plainly, "I don't care, my dear fi:lloe,." A. minute later it was evident that the game was ended, and St. Maur the win- ner, for the cards went down, and Northcote pushed something very like gold over the table, eayiug, with a laugh: "You're such a clever hand and cool head always." "Yet you had the game, my dear fel- low, a minute back," said the other. `How?" "Why, when you expected to make the vole, you should have changed your suit, yet again; you did rot, and, of course, I trumped you, Your revenge?" "Not now—thanks. Let's see how the whisters arc getting ou." The pair rola and sauntered to the other table, looking on quietly till the game ended in the winning of Mr. Orde and his partner. Then there was an in- terval of chat, and then the host pro- posed vingt-un, as all could join itt ht. "Now," thought the doctor, "I've a chance to see you at close quarters, uty handsome friend, and get some idea from your play how far what I have heard said is true.' ' The fatuous "Colonel Pontpley was grand, but Mrs, l'ompley was grander," of Bulwer's "My Novel," might have here been well paraphrased. Roland Clifford was keen, but Falconer St. Maur was keener, and very much so. Ile was perfectly aware that Blanche's uncle was quietly takiug stock of him, as the rant phrase goes; and, whilst secretly amused, ne was, for his own reasons, thoroughly on Itis guard. At the game he had simply to play as lie always did—cairn, cool, graceful, whatever the inward excite - menu might be. Much to tete envy of his companions, he played with exactly the right amount of well-bred interest to be the perfection of good form, skillful, au fait evidently, but gaining or losing ad- vantages with equal equanimity, mid nothing of the apathy of the gamester, whose interest is gime if the stakes are not high. Nor, in truth, did St. 3mur come within even measurable distance of so dark dyad a e tut g al's a; that which includes the prof 'sslenttl gamester. 'iters are as many degi rs in sin and vice as n goodnras, awl 1'akoner only, as t Vilefeellea q�r remedy known for sunburn, fin heat, rashes, eczema, s !,r'e feet), stml+ags anti blisters. A Skin food a All Dr•upplals and Stam, -,o0., r etel were, just touched • within the pale of being u gambler•—no more. Clifford, In fact, saw the man, broadly speaking, as lie was; Isere he took up or Banded over ehititngs exactly as he slid geld, by fifties, or hundreds, or more, in the stnall hours at the Fawley or Madame Rueonier•'e eletalit sane. A couple of games were played, and by that time it was near twelve, -and Sir Arthur Cbanning's carriage was an- nounced, so the pleasant little party broke up. The M. P. lived in Bayswater, and courteously offered to land Dr. Clif- ford en chentin at hie own door. Addison departed in peace in a han- •sorn, and St, Maur and Areher left on foot. Outside, both instinctively paused and looked at each other. ' "It's absurdly early to turn in," said the elder, with a half eau;fit; "came for an hour to the Fa— No, by Jove!" he broke off, abruptly; "It's a shame to tempt you into such folly. Go home and dream of the fair one," he added, laying his delicate ]land on theother's shoulder, with a changed manner, as the remember- ed that rosebud hidden in his breast. "I should not play to-night,•only look on.' "Not play—you?" said Archer, in sur- prise; "why not? Let sic be your bank- er—pardon me the liberty.' The blood touched Falconer's cheek, but not for that. - "No, dear boy -thanks," be said, gent- ly. "I have no need of it; I'm not in the mood. Suppose we take a eigar in Piccadilly, and then turn in like good boys—for once on my part. I won't cor- rupt your inorais to -night at the Faw- ley.' And be did not. When, not ntuell over an hour later, Christine's husband slept, a soft smile hovered on the lips on which her kiss lay, never to leave then. CHAPTER XVI. "Krell, father, now did you enjoy your evening?" acketi Mimie, the next morn- ing e.t breakfast. "Immensely, my love, thank you." an- swered the doctor, heartily. "1 found other guests to add to the suffltih'ntly attractive company of Mr. Ord;and St. Maur; Major Addison, young Northcote, and Sir Arthur Channing—six of us -- nice, cultivated men, who have ant some- thing to say, and can say it well. Then after dinner cards were brought into the drawing -room, and four of us had a cap- ital game or two at whist, while the two younger men played ecarte; then we all played at vnigt-un, and talked. Chan- ning drove ne up here." "When does Mr. Orde leave London?" asked Airs. Errington; "he said soon, the other night, at Kene.ington: "Yes, he leaves on Monday morning. Sir Arthur asked him if he would not stop over the Derby, only two days, but he said no; he had cern it in his day, and his miners were in rather a di turb- t.d state, so he was wanted." "Oh! Uncle Rolo, do take us to the Derby!" exclaimed Blanche, eagerly; 'rye want to go so awfully!" "Who are. 'we'?" said the doctor, cum icaliy; "not you, Mitnie-oh, no!" :1limie laughed saucily. "Blancher, you goose, to waste fires He means to be good, gooder, guodeet, doesn't he, Mrs. Errington?" "Alt! but would you like to go too, my dear?" said 1)r. Clifford, abruptly, ad- dressing ('hristine; "you said one: you were tired of races." The wife's heart leaned "yes," bat site knew that her husband would be at this one, and that she might see hien. "I should like to go, doctor; it is al- ways a bright scene." "Then we'll go. I meant them to go— they in the open carriage—and as you are such a rider, you and 1 will escort thein on horseback: and Pakies shall attend us, in case we like to drive back." "Oh, 1 shall not, doctor, thanks, I know." "You—you're like a Pampa Indian, or an Arab, once nxuanted. Well, I may perhaps drive back; only mind, girls, we leave before the rabble stirs." "Oh, yes, of course, uncle. But we ought to wear somebody's colors, oughtn't we?" Aa. no one here, I hope, is interested in the horses, my dear, I don't see the necessity" "Oh, but we must know somebody who is!' exclaimed Blanche. "What is the favorite?' "Well, I did hear young Northeote and St. Maur mention it last night, as if the latter had backed him, but I can't remember the name," "Th.e Derby favorite," said Falconer's wife, quietly, "is, I see by this paper, the saute horse that won the Two Thousand at Newmarket. -»-Kingfisher" "That's the uanxe. Who owns him, them?„ She laughed. "You credit me with sporting knows.. edge, Doctor Clifford, but 1 believe that Kingfisher is owned by Lord l3altmere, and is to be ridden by the jockey Tom Dols e" "-1h! yes, that too is a name one of them mentioned. Now, my dear, piease come into the library, if you ean, and ait'wer inc it few letters" Christine followed hien at ranee to the library, and sat down at the writing - table, on whi, h lay several letters. "1. b eve merleed each with its ::newer -- in substance, rs WWI]," said flaiana Ciif- turd; "they won't hal:a you long.' "My dear doctor, my time is yeure, hs is n ht?" said Christine, arutiling, as she took up a lela.'r. Ito :,reap): his hind a zittl,r, but inst,nd of taking a book, or the returning paper, usual, while She write, ha began pac- ing up and dawn with his betide behind h1iu, and Itis brow meditatively bent— Sure sign that something. was in bis mind, site knew; and somehow or other, perhaps simply from the ever -distant apprehension that b'longad to her pain- lul position, a sickening dread went through her that h'r ltusbencl was the object of his thoughts, end of something he "rant to say. Poor heart, how it ached l• "`flt1gf' "•1 wanted to speak to you," he began, FORCING YOURSELF TO TAKE FOOD The Tortures of Indigestion Ba>a-' fished by the Tonic Powers of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. 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Under his keen eyes the quiver of lip or eyelid, the tremor of a finger, or a streak of color tthio ng. the cheek, would have betrayed some - "Yes," she said; "what about him?" "I should like to know what you think of hint, Mrs. Errington, before I decide whether to encourage or dinette - age his acquaintance." The woman's quick wit instantly saw the narrow bridge over the gulf that had opened before her. She asked, gently: "Nay, dear Doctor Clifford, are yet not putting a very heavy responsibiiite on me —for, of course, you are thinkini of the girls.. (To be continued.) AN ORGAN FOR 25 CENTS A WEEK We have on hand thirty-five organs, taken in exchange on Il:eintzman & Co. pianos, which we must sell regardless of hoes, to make roost in our store. Every instrument has been thoroughly over- hauled, and is guaranteed for five years, and full amount will he allowed on ex- change. 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