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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1910-06-17, Page 9via sa r t ' r e n., esse, se Mahe{«sewer" "Of Blanche more eepeeitmlly," correct- ed Roland. Clifford. "Perhaps 1 put my phrase unfairly, because I don't wish to c Trow my responsibility ou you, my oar. —only to have the benefit of your clever head and very keen observation of face and character. I will, then; simply ask your opinion of the man." "I can scarcely say I have formed it, doctor, on just meeting him at a ball," said St. Maur's wife, with a kind of wonder at her own grim power of act- ing. "I danced with him and promenades With him in the gardens, certainly, but," shrugging her shoulders with a smile, "you know the sort of pretty babillage that passes current in ball-rooms—it tells next to nothing of what a man or woman really is." "Are you afraid of me?" said the phy- sician, bluntly. "Afraid, Doctor Clifford -how?" "Yes—that I shall misjudge you if you tell me what you think of a man so un- questionably handsome and fascinating— you being so young and beautiful?" "No, Doctor Clifford, I ani not afraid of you, in any sense, if only from the very frankness of your questioning. 1 am not a woman to love twice, and you know it too well to mistake me. t am deeply grateful for your confidence, but I fear to let you rely upon what I may think on so slight an acquaintance. 1 am only twenty-fo'tr, after all." "You have the sense and experience of twice that, I think. I still ask your opinion." "Well, then, so far as it goes, it is, I take it, a patent fact that he is a singu- larly handsome and attractive man, and beyond that surface Blanche . would never see. I read, I fancy, as Jean Paul, say:•, a story in his face; he has known deep trouble; or I am very much mis- taken, and perhaps sowed the wind to reap the whirlwind.' "Yes, you are right, 1 think. I knew what I saw could not have escaped your observation." So did she, or she had not said so much of the man she so loved, despite his deep-dyed faults. "But," she said, dropping her eyes to veil their glow now, 'I think that if there is, or has been, much that is faulty, -there is much god in him, to judge by his face and several little things; he plainly is much attached to his old uncle—his manner to him pleased vie especially." "So it did me, and last evening the same; and also Addison told me some- thing of him that sets off against a good lot of dark lines. I'll tell you." And he repeated the story Addison had told him of his child. Tiow that woman's heart drank it in! It was so Wee him '-her darling, her loved onel Yet she only said warmly: "It justifies our good opinion. I like him very much, I confess, as far as I have seen him; but, of course, he might be the very last man you would care to see paying serious attentions to your children." "Well," said Clifford, "I did hear some one at the Addisons' say that he was rather a fellow for high play, and that no stakes frightened him. which may or may not be true; probably he does play and bet on the turf, as many others do, without being over -rackety, or fast, either. T saw or heard nothing last night—and I noted particularly—to think worse of him than that."—("Ah, thank heaven!" the wife's heart cried.) —"And, of course, men will flirt and pay attentions to pretty women; but, real- ly," said the doctor, 'beginning to laugh, "I think St. Maur flirted, sol-disant, more with you and Mrs. Addison than with any unmarried lady. It was our eaitepated Blanche who flirted most, 1 think I hope she won't be silly enough, my dear. to fancy herself in love with our handsome friend." He said that between amusement and anxiety. "I hope not, doctor' 1 must keep a tight hand over her: But; if she does, 1 do not much fear any serious aspira- tiontt on Mr. St. ,Maur's side. He is not the kind of man to readily tie himself •down into Benedict the married man'' "N—o? But he ina,y amuse Himself, and then he would be dangerous, unless" _laughingly laying his hand on her shoulder—"you would draw him off, my .dear. He enunciated last night that wives, were most charming when they evere other men's." "Ah, yes;'but will a widow come un- der that category?" said Christine, lightly; then gravely: "But since Blanche, unhappily, has got her head a 'bit turned in her first season, it is use. leas to cat off one person 'afore than an. other. I will do my best, and if 1 see anything serious, tell ;you,you will then '.now what to rlo. We must meet him, you pee." "Phanke. Yes.. Well, and 1 certainly like hien. I'll put the fuse to the can- non." How little either dreamed that the re- coil of the cannon would. strike the beautiful woman at his side—Falconer St. Maue's unowned wife! CHAPTER XVII. Dr. Clifford kept both carriage and riding horses for all his party, for he thoroughly believed in that glorious ex- ercise, and had been delighted to find Mrs, Errington so bold. and acomplished a rider. • "No use mounting you on the girls' quiet palfreys," he had said, and had bought for her use a beautiful, very high-spirited bay mare justly named Flectfoot. The doctor, too, was proud of .his stable, and would not have had a second-rate horse in it at any price. "Everything good," said .he, "or none at all." And it was no wonder that every one on the road to Epsom looked after the cavuieade—the elegant carriage with its noble grays, its two lovely occupants, and well -mounted groom following, and its two outrider. "Handsome horse, and most handsome rider to match," said the doctor, gal- lantly; "that low felt. hat, and gauzy blue veil airily twisted about it, and that close -fitting habit, set you off to perfection, my dear. I always think a beautiful woman looks her best on horse- back, if • she sits well." So, she knew, did her lover. laughed. "I am afraid, doctor, that you learned some lessons in flattery the other night She ZM ri. M. Barrett, boa Moreau St., Montreal, says: " A hdrrid• rash came out all over my baby's lace and spread until it hadtota11y covered his scalp. It was irritating and painful, and caused the little one hours of suffering. We tried.'; soaps and powders and salves, but he got no better. He refused his food, got quite thin and worn, and was reduced to a very.! serious conditiori. I was advised to try Zam-Bulr, and did so. . It was wonderful how it seemed to cool and ease the dhild's' burning, painful skin. Zam-Buk from the very commencement 'seemed to go right to the spot, and the pimples and soresand the irritation grew less. and less. Within d few weeks my baby's skin was healed completely. He has now not a trace of rash, or eruption, or eczema, or burning sore. Not only so, but cured of the tor- menting skin trouble, he has improved in general health." Zam-Bok is sold at all stores and medicine ven- dors, ;oc. a box, or post free from Zam-Buk Co., Toronto, r-1, 6 boxes for $2.5a A certain cure for all akin rise: es, cuts, burns, etc., and for piles. the doctor, "and lunched with us." "Thanks for saying so, Doctor Clif- ford," St. Maur. answered. "I NO you are all wearing 1'cd roses," be added, laughingly, "Is that chance, or compli- ment to thereby happy Beltmore, the favorite's owner; or have you backed that quadruped?" "You have, I suspect, then?" said Blanche, saucily, "for you wear red roses, too, and-"-'" "Tell your fortune, beautiful lady?" struck in the deep voice of a gypsy, ap- pearing at Ohristine's side with a sud- denness that startled her mareand made lien swerve sharply and lift her forefeet, In an instant Falconer's hand was on'. the bridle, witb a fierce -muttered: 'Confound the woman 1" and aloud : "Be off, or the mare's hoof will be on yours! Nobody here wants your farrago of nonsense." "I ought to have given my poor pet a scamper," said Christine, as the wo- man turned away muttering; "but there are too many people new: and we should be getting a place, I think, now." "Can we get near the stand at all, Mr. St. Maur?" asked Mimic and her father together. "I think so. Shull I lead and do my best for the ladies? Yes. Come, then; we lead, Mrs. Errington." And he did succeed in securing a very good place, where the girls, by standing up at the right time, could see all. He himself was now next Blanche's side of the carriage, with his wife on his other hand, and Rahmnee just behind them, Clifford beside his daughter, and the groom Parkins in the rear. `Aare the Addisons here?" asked Clif- ford, when a lull in Blanche's chatter gave them a chance; for she as now happy, flirting as much as she could or dared. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Addison. is with the Darnley party. I lunched with them. Addison and Darnley I left in the pad- dock. Northcote will find us out pre- sently, I dare say; I rode over, but he came on somebody's drag, I believe." "Ah! is the major running a horse?" "Yes; Hercules is his; he stood well for second over there, but Kingfisher held his own as the favorite." "Do you want Kingfisher to win, then?"' asked Blanche, lifting her china blue eyes to his fine face; "because if you do we do." "Thanks. Well, if he loses I shall have to hand over to Mrs. Addison a box of the best kid gloves," answered St. Maur, lightly. "And if you win?" persisted Blanche. at Mr. Orde's, and that his nephew has been corrupting you." "Alt, he will trip off pretty speeches by the score to one of mine," returned the doctor. "I keep mine now for the select few, you see, only you must be so used to compliments that I expect you count them cheap. I suppose all those young fellows will be on the Downs, by the way, and in the bet- ting ring, or some such precinct of the initiated." "Which young fellows, doctor?" "Well. one isn't young exactly, for Addison must be :forty—why, he, and St. Maur, and Northcote, and Captain Darnley." "Oh, of course, Mrs. Errington said, carelessly; "50 many men go in for a little betting on the Derby; it's the cor- rect thing." "Pity some of them are quite so cor- rect," said Clifford, dryly; "there'll be a good many thousands change hands to- day, I'm thinking. But .here we are on the Downs, and your mare's pretty little hoofs are dancing on the turf. Take care of her, my dear girl." "Oh, she is safe enough, Dr. Clifford, thanks;" and Christine reined back to Mimie's side of the carriage, while Clif- ford drew to the other. "Well, girls, isn't a lively scene; the fine day has brought out a crowd enough; only there is plenty of room for everybody; all sorts and conditions of men, indeed." "Yes; from peer to peasant," answer- ed nswered Mimie. `I don't see any one we know yet; eau your long, keen sight distin- guish somebody, dear Mrs. Errington?" "Not yet, dear; but Blanche is looking hard over there." "Yes," exclaimed Blanche, with ex- citement. "See that carriage right over there; I'm sure that gentleman talking to the ladies in it is Mr. St. Maur." "My dear Blanche," said Christine, "that figure is no more like him than your uncle's is." "I think I can recognize him as well as you, though," said Blanche, tartly. Falconer's wife bit hero lips to prevent . a smile. She shrugged "As, you will; all the same, that is not Mr. St. Maur. Use your little field - glass." Which soon proved Mrs. Errington to be right. Dr. Clifford now suggested that, as he saw others evidently settling for luncheon, they should do the same, and then try to get a good place for the girls to see the flight of horses, The riders dismounted, the horses were consigned to the groom amid coachman, and the two younger girls, in high de- light, began unpacking the "hamper, to see what dear old Roche—the cook - housekeeper, wife to the coachman, he it said—had provided for master and ser- vants; that for the latter in a separate hamper, with which the two men, after first attending to their four -footed charges, retired, to a little distance. Luncheon was merry enough; even Blanche was almost consoled that at present there was no one to flirt with, by the noveltyof the gay scene—the very medley of people and sounds—dis- tant views of Aunt Sallies, Punches, cheap ,Tacks, shows, bands playing in iteets "Oh, I see; well, you must wait till some of tyre young scamps find us out, and try to win a pair . of gloves, each of you, for a flower. Isn't that the style? In with you now, my children. Ill mount you, Mrs. Errington; how frisky Fleetfoot is"—he came.ound—"she's ex- cited, pretty creature." "She wants a scamper, I think," said Christine, as the stalwart doctor swung her to the saddle as easily as a child. "Sok, my lady, steady; you must wait a bit. Ah! look, Blanche over toward the direction of the paddock." All the other three immediately fol- lowed her glance. "Well," said Blanche, "1 oily see two horsemen—one ahead. of tte other by a few paces'" "The forma -est rider is Mr. St. Maur; the other is his Indian servant," an- swered Mrs. Errington: "What a long sight, you have got, child!" exclaimed. D. ':afford. "Are you sure?" ' "Quite." Her hrart was throbbing with joy. "And he sees us. What a splendid Arab he rides-" The doctor threw up his hand, beckoning, and the rider instantly broke into a hand gallop, and in two minutes reined up, bending to his saddle- bow as he bared his head. How gracefully supple, how very handsome he was, and well matched to the mag- nificent Arab horse he rode! "Now, indeed, I am in paradise !" he said, as he shook hands all round—and how close that clasp on hers only his wife knew. "I told Rahmnee to look out for you while he ;;wars waiting for me with my horse when I was in the paddock." "And didn't he see us there?" asked Blanche, with a coquettish little pout. Rahmnee, a few paces back, was sit- ting his horse like a picturesque statue, but with bright eyes that lost nothing. "No, Miss Leroy; he was toe•far off, I think; but as soon as we neared the stand I caught sight of you all." "I wish you had come earlier," said intrsity oilege ONTAP O. ARTS EDUCATION THEOLOGY MEDICINE SCIENCE (Including Engineering) The Arts course may be taken without attendanee, but students desiring to grad- 4tate must attend one session. There • were 1517 students registered session 1909.10. For Calendars, wri'e the Registrar, "besides, it's slow to bet with you, you GEO. Y. •Cl-IOWU, B A, know, because 1 shouldn't pay yott if I brgm%, Rocunsative, Dis eant Disease, ells l+i+mgatai, Ontari® lost. # WHY BACKS ACHE The Kidneys Seldom to Blame— Tae Trouble Due to Blood Impurities. There is more nonsense talked about backache than any other disease. Some people have been frightened into the be- lief that every backache means deadly kidney trouble That is utter rubbish. As a matter of seientifie fact, not one backache in twenty has anything to do with the kidneys. Most backaches come from sheer weakness and kidney., drugs can't possibly cure that. You needsomo- thing to brace you up and give you new strength, and that is exactly what Dr. Williams' Pink Pills will do. Other backaches are really muscular rheuma- tism, and Dr. Williams' Pink Pills have cured the worst cases of rheumatism by driving the poisonous acid out of the blood. Other backaches are the symptoms of ordinary ailments such as influenza, indigestion, constipation and liver complaint. In women backaches often come from the troubles that follow so surely on any weakness or irregular- ity in the usual blood supply. The one way to cure these backaches is to strike at the root of the trouble with Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills, which enrich the blood and bring strength to aching backs and weak nerves. Mr. Alex. Cockburn, Deloreine, Man., says: "About three years ago I suffered terribly from back- ache. I consulted a doctor and took his medicine, and wore a plaster, but did not get the least relief. Then I got a belt, but this was as useless as the other treatment, and my suffering still con- tinued. Then one of my friends asked me why I did not try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and I got a box. Before they were all used there was some im- provement in my condition and I got three boxes more. By the time I had taken these all the signs of the pain had gone, and as it has not since return- ed, I feel that the cure is permanent. My only regret is that I did not hear of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills sooner, for not only would I have got rid of the pain sooner, but would also have saved some twenty-five dollars uselessly spent in other treatments." Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are sold be' al dealers in medicine or may be had by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 from The Dr. Williams' Medi- cine Co.. Brockville, Ont. "My dear Miss Leroy, I never ex- pect a lady to pay a bet," was the re- ply. "Alt, here comes Northcote," Archer, edging his way deftly through the phalanx, reaohed them,, and per- haps from one the young man would have preferred a little less frankness of greeting, for Mimie Clifford said at once: "Step up into the carriage, Mr. Northcote. You see the front seat' is begging, and wasted space is, I suppose, as bad as anything else wasted." "Miss Clifford, I can not even dream of ethics among the witches," said Arch- er, contentedly. "Can you, St. Maur?" "Not I, faith!" said Falconer, with a flash in his dark eyes. "Here especially, as you say. Where is Frank?" "I don't know exactly now; but he told me a little while back that after you left"—a glance indicated the word "paddock"— "Matador went up aw- fully close to Kingfisher." This last was all in a lower tone, under cover of the two girls' eager talk over something that had caught their attention. He did not care if Mrs. Er- rington heard, and he knew Falc did not. She was a woman of the world, and "knew its ways," as he had put it. There was an infinitesimal in—drawing' of Fade's breath at the words; a quick half -glance toward the winning -poet, which in itself told the woman at his side that his stake in the race, at any rate, was a heavy one. Northcote was rich, and could lose with impunity; but with this one— it was but gambling. The time had slipped by, and now throughout the vast assemblage there went that indescribable flutter of ex- pectation and anxiety which invariably heralds the near approach of any- thing for which we have watched and waited long—a settling, a husphysical,f ex- pectation that is mental, not and therefore all the more trying. Then came the signal, the hush of a breathless suspense that was to some ---Heaven knows—like living death, as the horses rushed past like a whirlwind —on, on ---then a sudden great shout from the ,finish, that ran back over the vast crowd in e mighty cheering— a number had been run up, and for a sec- ond Falconer's dark eyes met his wife's with an intensity of relief that said, as plainly as the voiceless movement of the bloodless lips, the word, "Saved!" "Then Kingfisher is the winner of the Derby?" said Clifford. "Isn't th.tt it, St. afaur--that signal?" "Yes, doctor." Save for that one glance the man was as cool, as easily unconcerised as if he had be en as free of the least interest in that race as the Arab he rode, in- stead of having just missed the very edge of a grins precipice. "And which is second, then?" asked 'HTRCT DM FOR MA and out, red -kerchiefed gypsies, fruit - sellers; venders indeed of everything, from gold (?) watches to penny whis- tles. "We really ought ot make some bets or other on the race!" erica—Blanche, when presently they wore preparing to embark again, . as seafaring Christine said—"don't you think so, Uncle Ro- land?" "Well, if you like, my love; after the fashion of the old Irish song of "Limer- ick Races," I'll take you. bet you ort the foremost mare, That ten to one she'll win it.' Will yon take that, missy?" "That's betting on an Irish ball, not hors,»," retorted Blanche, laughing; Jas. 1. Brant Suffered Torments from Kidney Disease. if graciously permitted,, I and my Indian will add to the young ladies' escort." "We shall be delighted. Mrs. Erring- ton, will you drive or ride home?" "Ride, certainly, doctor; thanks.' "Then, since you will have an eques- trian escort," bowing to Falconer, "I will drive, for I'm not'quite as young as I was; and, Northeote, if you like to keep' your place, of course we will be pleased. if your party can spare you, that is to say." "You are too kind!" exclaimed. Archer, radiant. "They've got plenty of them without me. I'll just go and• tell Helen, though—" "My dear fellow," interrupted Fal- coner, "stay where you are. Rahmnee shall ride round to their drag with your message; he knows her by sight. Snow- ball, you see that coach right over there with one horse—white? Well, ride to it and tell Mrs. Addison that her brother is returning in Doctor Clifford's car- riage. Then follow us, for we are starting, I believe." Rahmnee went off. To hear was to obey—literally. Dr. Clifford gave his horse to Parkins to lead, entered the carriage, her daughter insisting on his taking her seat, she sitting next to Archer, and the party moved on, the groom and led horse close behind the carriage, St. Maur and Christine- on either side of them, Rahmnee rejoining them very quickly. But when the Downs were left be- hind for the road, of course the two riders must needs—to Blanche's chagrin —drop behind together or go ahead; and they chose the former, the Indian fol- lowing them—his master and mistress, as he counted "the mens -sahib," for had not the sahib said she belonged to him? "Thank Heaven," St. Maur said, under his breath, "I have got niy darling to myself at last for an hour or two!' "Have you backed those two horses heavily, Falconer?" said Christine, after a few minutes. "Very heavily." He drew a deep breath like a man who has just escaped a frightful death by time merest hear's breadth. "The heaviest weeks ago," "And to -day in the paddock?" "Yes; the bets ran up awfully, and nine were BO high already that it was even odds in the gamble, if I lost. whether I hung for a sheep or a lamb. I was reckless, and I --well, I bade a desperate throw of the dice," he said, the blood rising to his bronzed cheek, bmy band chanced horses ehade zard lost, the die. If andeMatador both my hall won—a" He stopped, setting his teeth. "It would have spelled `Ruin,' Fal- coner!' (To be continued.) Then Ho Usod Dodd's Kidney Pills and Became a Well Man—His Experience a Lesson for You. Athabasca Landing, Alta, June 18.— (Special).—That Kidney Disease, neglec- ted in its earlier stages, leads to the most terrible a suffering, if nob death itself, and that the one sure mire for it in all stages is Dodd's Kidney Pills, is the experience of M. James E. Brant, a farmer residing near here. Mr. Brant contrareted Kidney Dis- ease, when a young man; from a strain, and, like hosts of others, neglected it, evpecting it to go away itself. 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