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The Herald, 1910-08-26, Page 7VITe Pale put up his horse in a shed . (he had ordered the hostler of the hoiden Arms to come at two and give ;lee ani- mal a feed), and then unlooked the door • of the manager's office, and went in. to endure the horror—it was nothing less in 'the man's state 9f mind—of dead in-' activity .and waiting for four mortal hours, quivering` still under. the fierce Wrench from his roast life,. groping in darkness and dtiubt of thelfuture, torn .. between right and wrong, remorse and. repeutance, in this giving up—all yearn- ing in agony'for the one worshipped be.. ing he clung to, for love of whom• he b,ad at last, per saltum, trodden un4er so much. How was it possible this miserable; passionate soul could know peace or rest until it could reach that ono loved 'be: lugfor whose sake, under whose silent. inspiration 'of moral beauty, he had, in being here at all, once more touched the: sublime' height of self-sacrifice that em- ulated hers for him? "' Just now he did not even know ex- actly where she was —with Helen, • at Kensington, or Nest Hill—and, even then, how -write to her to arrange"a meeting? He, could not disguise •. his writing, but the postmark, if by chanadsx Frank or .Helen saw it, would look odd to them, since they were awarethat the only person at Grass -Rowson Chris- tine knew was himself, and as.they also knew why she had left Dr. Clifford's, what more likely than that they shoield jump to the suspicion that he was the. man she had met in the park? He must wait till she wroteand then, trust to Rahmnee's -wits to con- vey a letter, or see her and arrange a meeting. He must see her alone at first, not as a mere friend before others. The hours dragged on, but no one came near the open office.. He had not expected any one would; but a little be- fore four o'clock, when he fetched round his horse and fastened him up by the door in readiness, be saw that groups were gathering on the Waste. "One quarter of an hour only, my friends," he said to himself, "and your chance is gone. I am ready for you, al- though if you interfere—doesn't matter if you do, as far as that goes—the lock- out is the faot, of a shut or open gate." He waited in the office till the big clock high up outside in the front be- gau striking four; the nhc came out with the keys in his hand. A glance told him that the group had swelled into a crowd, and as he shut the door and locked it, a shout, half derisive, half angry, mingled with hisses and groans, friends,." he said to himself, "and your Ounce is gone. I am ready for you, al- though if you interfere—doesn't matter if you do, as far as that goes—the look- out is the fact, not a shut or open gate." Then there was a surge, and a burst master, slipping the bridle over his arm, and walking composedly across the yard to the gates, passed out, and de- liberately shut the open one of thn two —it was a double gate. Then there was a surge ,and a burst of hooting and hisses also, in the midst of which St. Mane locked the gate and leaped to his saddle, eh'clang at once tire: joyous bound forward of the mettlesome animal. In that moment a black-browed. for; bidding -looking fellow strode a few paces forwaid, and called out, with a kind of savage derision: "What it we was to say `Open those gates, and we'll come in—four advance?" "Too late now, my man, if you meant it fifty times!" said St. Maur, with cool emphasis and distinctness. "I told you all four o'clock, and four o'clock has struck. The strike is a lock -out now.'' He put his horse to an easy trot, lift- ing his ha.t with a grave irony as he rode past the crowd, which broke into a storm of hooting, and, after he bad pass- ed, into something of a rush, and a tol- erable number of stones, which fell far short of the rider, who, with a contempt• uous laugh, went on his way. His work was done; he would stay a week at the Chase, if be could endure the stagnation so long. If! He little could foresee all that was written to be within that time! CH & PTER XXXV . On the evening of the very same day on which St. Maur had reached Grass - Bowdon his young wife and Helen Addi- son arrived at Nest Hill; but it was not till the second day after—that is, on • the eighth—that Christine could get the opportunity to test a letter to her hus- band, and that was in the afternoon, riding out with the major and Helen. "When I received your letter," the few lines ran, "I came here at once with- H., ith`H., to be near you. I have my former room, but how or where we can meat in the country I know not. Let me know, somehow, the initiate you return to town, and I will follow. It is easy to meet there; and oh, I yearn so for you,. my heart." • The next morning, whilst they were all three still in the breakfast -room, a footman brought in a letter for his mas- ter. "An orderly has ridden river with it, sir; and is waiting for an answer.' "Well, he can do with a rest and a eecond breakfast, after a longish ride. I dare say," said the major, See tea it, Thomas, and I'll ring when I've written the reply'." The footman retired. Helen looked inquiringly as her husband broke open • the letter. "Prom Darnley at. Lynton,' 'he said, reading; "asks me to go over on Monday to dine with them --•a mats-dinner—at seven.° "Not Captain Darnley, ie it?" rtslecd ?frs, Errington, looking up. "Oh, no, his uncle, Colonel Geoffrey Darnley; an old friend and-eonmrade of }nine, not long _back from the••West In - .dies." ' "And old friends. ace precious," said 'Christine; "don't dream of refusing en. my account, major." -"My dear Mrs. Errington—" "My dear Major Addison, you will at once accept, or I shall fly south, like the swallows.' "Indeed, you shall not, ma'am." "Fact," said site, laughingly nodding. "Helen and I can spare you. Is Lynton a garrison town—surely •not—such a small town it looked when we rode through it in August." ,"No, not a garrison town 'at all," said Frank; "but ouly a depot, and there is a detachment there now. They have had siekeess abroad.' "Recruit them with country air -I see. How far do you reckon Lynton, major?" "Well,' he said, "it is quite six miles by the shortest road that carriage or horse can use. • It lies northward, be- tween 'this and Grass -Bowdon; but Lyn- ton is•' • fourteen or fifteen miles from that la goad. L_nton is not on the rail, you know—three miles from it—for the fee takes a sweep eastward, after Nest Hill, to take in —. Why, you'll be as wise in the localities as we are." Christinb smiled. "All knowledge is useful," she said; and it was not many days before 'she had reason to recall that reply as almost prophetic. Addison sent an acceptance to Colonel Darnley, who had also deepatched by post another letter of invitation to a former acquaintance—Mr. Orde—which reached its destination that evening hate, when he and his nephew wore chatting, and smoking cigarettes after dinner. "Fancy Geoff, Darnley remembering my existence," said Will Orde, evidently pleased. "I knew him some years ago, when you were in Texas, or California, or some wild region. You'd better come, too, dear boy. I am sure I may take you. He would certainly hive asked you if he had known of your existence in England." Falconer shook his head; he was in no moods --nor likely to be—to play the agreeable, and laugh and talk, when his heart ached to an agony of pain. "No; thanks all the seme, Uncle Will, and with the temper of some of those fellows down yonder, it is as well we shouldn't both be quite out of the way. There might be a riot, or an attack on the works to wreck the machinery." "Well, Fele, if you stop at home, then, Monday, you will have the house to yourself with a vengeance:' replied Mr. Orde; "for, except the housekeeper, all the servants have asked leave to go to a wedding -dance at night in Grass-Row- don—some friend of one of thern getting married --so if ycu don't mind dining at six—" "Oh, don't keep any of them from their fun for me, Tencle Will. I'll cline at luncheon; and for the rest, Rahmnee and I can take care of ourselves. Let Mrs. Brand go, too, and disport her comely self." - "It is very good of you, Pale, to play caretaker; but I shall be back by twelve, with the coachman and groom, of course. You see, I live so quietly here myself hat I only keep a small estab- lishment, and it's dull for, them." "Certainly. Pack them all off, uncle," said good-natured Fale. And when the arrangement was made known, Mrs. Bland's gratitude was warm. It was just like Mr. Falconer, and she only hoped the next wedding would be his; which wish she repeated herself to her young master on the eventfold Mon- day morning. He smiled half sadly at the wish; it flight of steps was the tall, graceful figure of St. Maur, the sun glinting on his burnished gold -bronzed locks, and at his side his Indian fidus Achate. As the carriage disappeared, Falconer turned quickly to him. "Rahmnee, a sudden thought has struck me—how to get a letter to madame where the postmark will he wide of this place. Ten miles froth here, down the line, there is a small place called Gorst: it lies between this and Neat Hill. Well. you can ride over there directly after your tea and post my letter." "I can start now, if the sahib chooses," said Rahmnee. "No, no; plenty of time if you start at six or little after. Order the best stayer in the stable to be ready at six. Ride easy, and rest before you start back." Rahmnee retired, and St. Maur went t writehisletter--ina feigned hand, a ,, of course—and an hour later his faithful follower rode off with it. At half -past seven the letter was post- ed in the village—it was little more—of Gorst; and the llindoo, leaving his horse at the inn, strolled away to the out- skirts, where a fine group of• trees skirt- ing, he found the high palings of a cot- tage -garden, or cuthouse, attracted hint: Within or behind the paling he heard voices talking—two men and a woman's —but the rough tones and broad native dialect h;ade their talk almost es un- intelligible to the Hindoo as his tongue would have been to them. CHAPTER KNxv11. "Was there ever anything so utterly provoking—so maddening? You little brute, I'll have you drowned-" These vehement exclamations in Helen's voice, issuing from Helen's dress - to the half -open door, ands,-•tti°leaul poor Helen, • holding at; arm's' length an exquisite and especially favorite fiohu of real hand-eadee lane—alaei with each q.d.,,tore—crpueleb g 'aww4ty in comical' piteous terror, the prettiest little pointer pup, perhaps three months old, ; trem- bling all. rembling.all. over, its funny little tail beat- ing the, carpet. "What's the matter, Nell? Your lace torn?" • "Torn! done ,for 1 This set spoiled!" gasped Helen,' 'That wretched pup has got in somehowfrom the nursery. That's your gratitude for Pale saving you, is it, you little brute?" • Falconer's rife stopped and caught up the poor little frightened' culprit to her •bosom, where it` instantly snuggled itself to shelter like a child. "You dear little thing! You poor little baby -dog!" shee said. "See how it trembles, Nell." "Well, it is' 'enough to provoke a saint but I'll make Frank : Mae It drowned, no natter what bale may say. Look at my lace, It was made '6y a woman living over at Gorst, and I've lost her address even, or she should 'make me another at once." "Dear Helen, 1 am so sorry!" Chris- tine's very voice soothed irritation. "I will go over to Gorst now at once and find out the lacemaker if you will only give:' me this dear wee offender," laying her velvet cheek to be frantically licked over, and then her ear -drops, ears, hair, all slyly bitten: at, puppy -fashion. "I can't 'bear it drowned—a dear little brown ba" `ll!You're welcome to it, I'm gore, if you like to have everything destroyed; only you shan't bother yourself about the lace. The idea of it," ,said poor Helen, ruefully regarding the fabric, as she cooled down a little, "that tiresome Elizabeth"—a house maid—"has left the door ajar and that pup has got in. I let Effie have it to -play With; it is one • died when it was a month —it'smother ttto old this August, and it couldn't lap, or it wouldn't, and was starving, and Fele had it a whole week in his room, and taught it somehow to feed; but of course it shan't be touched. I was just so wild—" "Poor Nell! it is vexing, but I mean what I said. Ming for some tea, order the victoria to take me to the station, and I'll fish out the woman in Gorst this very evening." Helen refused, protested, coaxed, all in vain. Christine only said, in "that determined way of hers," that she should go. And go she did, Frank meanly declin- inn to interfere on his wife's appeal t`i1,Iy dear," said he. resignedly, "Mrs. Errington is as bad as Falconer. When she says `I will," she will. You saw about the lock -out in Saturday's County News? Z1Te11, that pointerpup, a, Mrs. Er- ringtou, is yours. Thomas shall take it to the kennels. When shall .hien send the carriage for you?" "Ney; I can't tell, .uaajor, This Mrs, ,Herago may be hard to find. I'lrtake a fly back; there ninerenereeenany trains to and from Gorst," So, with the derelict late in bee charge, and orders to .make another like it, Christine triumphantly departed to find Mrs. Renege. How constantly we can trace time grav- est, most stupendous issues of human lives to the most trifling thing or inci- dent! Looking back a few hours later, Chris- tine SF'Mater recognized this once more. Only a poor tittle helpaess• pup's frail life, saved by patient, tender care; but small as the kindly deed seemed, unonn- sideerd and probably forgotten by the doer, it was "bread cast upon the wa- ters," and must surely return after many days to the hand that cast it: When Mrs. Errington reached Gorst station it was nearly„ a quarter to sev- en, but she met with greater success than she had expected in discovering the lace maker, a widow, who was only too glad to have an order which she anew would be liberally paid. for. She insisted on the Iady taking some refresh- ment, and set out fruit, rich milk, bread and butter. When Christine left the cottage it was barely half -past seven, and finding on inquiry that no down -train stopped till eight, she turned back and strolled a little way. A turn in the lane brought her in view of the pretty clump of.trees where Rahmnee had just seated himself, and the next moment the two, so strangely brought to the same spot, saw each other "Rahmnee," the woman said, under her breath, her heart giving a wild bound, "is he near, .then?" "Alf, burro. salaam, mens -sahib!" The Hindoo's dark face was aglow with utter surprise and joy. • "No, the sahib is alone; he sent me here to post letter to yourself. I do it. I wait to return. The sahib is alone." "How do you mean; Rahmnee?" Rahmnee explained that Mr. Orde was dining at Lynton, and the servants all absent. at a wedding dance ht Gra=s- Itowdon. While he spoke, the rough voices behind the paling reached them, and sone words from the woman that sent every drop of blood back on Chris- tine's very heart. "fez, 1 tell ye; he'll be just caught to -night like a rat in a trap. It's his hand that's locked out, as sure as yer my brother Bill, I11 tell ye, 'cause my man's nue that's goring," Christine whieperod: "Hush! I rill explain directly; there is danger to the sahib.''' The two who loved 'falconer St. Mase best nn earth. like statues, list»' . rem, the Ieiteloe eagerly watching his mistress'. fico es she listened to the harsh veruaculaarof the woman's. speech. ',Vhen it ec:ised, the woman who heard lifted ha r hi tis' up with a passionate get'i' i. "ITaa'een above! edve ne,power to save ldtn!" Then she gree e;l R' hnlnee's wrist, add drew him quickly awsay round the ing room, made Mrs. Errington, pss''ing turn of the la?io It :vacs dark now, by that Monday afternoon, turn quickly "Listen!" she said h low, ;+.ick, but AS KATQH EW ,."-- • LAND I own and offer for sale 13,6!10 acres of land In West ^ ttr'a� air-hevran located; on the Canadian Northermi Railway, Bu con, & gary Branch, twenty miles west of Kindersley. Thetx cs thi8 twenty i iilea is now being laid and will be completed thin t .. ' it land is from two to twelve miles from the railway. It is fres from scrub or brush and is rolling prairie; can by gasoline tractor engines and cropped in 1911. o a ment Rega ired be worked a..,3.:,.,_; 0., ,, Will sell on basis. of crop payments. Read 3zindersley article elsewhere in •tb is issue, Write Bank of liai;'iialitos'll Chambers, REFERENCES r K gr� Balsa i o Elauctilfon 1. Egrack el Nva Scotia. Hamilton } HAMILTON Y -4R 1,te/onglA itx�,��t:.:: firm tones; "There is no time to be lost. That woman is the wife of the worst of the .men on strike. She has come over to see a brother. She tells Lim that fifty or more of these men, learning that the sahib would be alone to -night, have secretly plotted to go, attack the house, get at him, and, if he will not agree to grant their insolent de- mands, kill him. They are to go be- tween eleven and twelve in small par- ties, meeting in the grounds. I must—I will reach him by train or on foot— somehow—and warn him to barricade the house, while you ride off for help. Where is your horse?" "At the inu, menm-sahib' The Hindoo was livid, his black eyes actually glow- ed. "But you no—not safe; let Rahm- nee go back.' "No," she seid, stern in her terrible agony; `:come what may, I alone Hurst be at his side to save or die with him. The innkeeper will tell you the road to I.ynton. Ride there, ask for Colonel I)arnley's quarters; ge-call for Major Addison, and tell him- :sevee He will gat o troop of the snl,lie..rs to -ride to the n'ecne--you with them. Go, but say nothing of in". Never mind sue. I shall get to hint. Tell ma the way from Grass- Rowdon Station to the Chase." Rahmnee gave her minute directions, and they parted just by the little sta- tion—he to ride for life or death to Lyn- ton; she to get a train, and this was the reply to her question: "Only one more train to Grass-Rnwd4'n to -night, and that don't stop here till nine -forty-five, and the horse at the inn is lame." For one moment her brain reeled—she felt stunned as by a blow, then she ral- liced—the woman's love and. the strong nature asserted their sway, and she fac- ed the position. Could site walk the dis- tance in less time than by waiting? Ten miles—rather more to the Chase—a stranger to the way, no one to ask, with all the perils which a woman must needs risk in such a night journey. She would be likely to lose her way and be too late. Too late! Those awful words! At beet she could not possibly take un- der three hours o nthe road. Then this last train. It was due to reach Grass- Itowdon at ten minutes past ten; it was then a two -mile's walk to Rowdon Chase, but site could cover that in half an hour. "I must take the train," was her deci- sion, "but, oh! this waiting—waiting is killing world" She went into the booking office and wired to Helen Addison: "Can't get back tonight. Detained by friend. All well. "Christine." That reached Helen at the very time the sender stepped out of the train at Grass-Rowdon, and passed out into the silent, darkly dreary country rued, her one dread to meet any one—most of all any of the desperate wretches who had betided together to do so dastard a decd tonight. (To be contfieucd.) AN ORGAN FUR 25 CENTS A WE Ir `}'t We have ou hand Lenny -five organs, taxeu in exchange oil kleintz:ian in Co. iauos, whieh we mut sell regardless of loss, to naake room in our store. Every iestrumcant has teen th,tronghly over. feinted, and is guaranteed for five years, and full amount will be allo%ad 00 ex• ehenge. 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(Louisville Courier -Journal.) " I wonder if Nero really fiddled when Rome burned?" "Maybe ho did. Maybe it was his first opportunity to hold an audience. He did his specialty while they watched the fire." -n LIVE FIA12, CLEAR SKIN. All who delight in a clear skin, soft white hands, a clean, wholesome scalp and live, glossy hair, will find that Cuti- cura Soap and Cutieura Ointment more tlumn realize every expectation in pro- moting skin and hair health and the bodily purity. A single cake of Cuticura Soap and box of Cutieure. Ointment are often sufficient to cure torturing, dis- figuring eczemas, rashes, irritations, scal- ings and crustings of the skin and scalp, with loss of hair, thus rendering them the most economical treatment known for affections of the skin and scalp. LOVELY WOMAN. (Ilarper's Bazar.) Smith—She makes her boy wear long curls. Jones—But she makes her husband get up to cut the grass before Le catches the 7.05, The source of all intestine troubles is the common house fly; his. buzz is 'the first aYmlatom of typhoid, Wilson's Fly Pads are the only things that kill them all. BASEBALL IN HEAVEN. (Buffalo News.) The silty season in the churches must ;aei near its height. If it lasts much longer someone will send for the vaea- tlonin-; ministers. Mattapoisett, Mass., has the latest sutumer freak—a sermon on "Baseball in Heaven," by Rev. C. Julian Tuthill Mr. Tuthill interested the fans present, if any, with this: "Heaven ie but an evolution of this world. A Christian may love a ball game, and; loving it, remain a Christian. Why, then, is it not safe to prophesy that oven the game of baseball will have its place in some spiritnni form in Hea- von?"' Theoretically' this is very well, but who is goiti to be satisfied with a spiv. Hued base bit, end just imefiine blank- ety blanking a chump of a spiritual um - .ire:. _