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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1911-06-23, Page 7ee4 Margery was .pained and traulaled .aa size took her way along tile-paclduck-- panted not so mull at tsar., wotha.n's word's as at the thought that the man lead re-echoed.. them and deemed. her stupid and plain. She had grown to look ,on Stuart Crosbie as something bright and delightful in her life. They had played together as children, and the -memory of that friendship was the si.rolhgest link •in the -chain that • ',held. ;his as .Stuart . hero. lnadWhen writtce was away, once or •twice to Margery, sending her views of the places he visited, and giv- ing v- of his accounts xnl; her Long chatty acv els. When he came house, tt1Ley renewed their intimacy; there was not a shadow • orf surprise or fear in Margery's mind when the young squire came so frequent- ly to see her. She had no suspicion that this friend - Flip would annoy his Mother or was in any way strange or uncommon. Slhe Piked Stuart Crosbie; she could talk to him of her studies, her pursuits —a sealed hook In her. home—and gradu- ally grew to welcome him as a eompan- ion with whom she could converse ease • ily and naturally and as et friend who • 'would never fail her. Mrs. Morris was too great an invalid. to devote ]Ruch lm ght to the girl's amusemeuts, nor would she have been greatly troubled had cite known bow intimate the young squire and Margery had become; so the ,girl lied had no constraint put upon her; ;:lee ]net, walked anti chatted with Stuart (roeshie as freely as she liked, and no eland had dawned on her happy life till to -day. ': Le sight of that other girl. so dif- ferent from her self,, • ,had brought a strange: +sharp pang. but that was lost in the: nein she endured'when she thought rima, Stuart had agreed With the cruel re;na1 k, and that his • friendship was gone ',,rover. She wended her way along "The ie./Mogi:, and was turning through the gate to enter 'the gardeners' path again, when a hand' was stretched out from l aside her, took the basket from her, t:sd, pitting a finger under her 'el;im,':;.ised her head from its drooping a`Flt,en . "silVeTher said Stuart quietly. 't:iT,, lire my basket, please, Mr. Stu- art." Margery murmured hurriedly, a erinieon wave of color dyeing he cheeks. ' ',Visit for?" asked the young man tenet get. home. I am very late as o its" ..'r4 c, . wilier don't you go?" Stuart in- ,':l.:real, w:ttehiug the color fade from her •cites e. •'1 ,r.nnut go without my basket," :hill. gary :mattered. trying to be at her -,Mr.Stuart." giveme, St F"� �,. it to settee MH 4 must. go without it!" she ex- ' arose u; and, suiting the action to the ward, the began to move down the path. 8tucit followed at once, and put a de- :aini•h;,= hand on her arta. "lisle is your basket, Margery. 7 was • r d ,.rr.eing. you. What a time you have sweet have been waiting there for you lee the last five minutes." Maw -erre heart grew lighter again. ••, r might stave been better employ- ed," ei,e returned, With the quaint sharp- •,.••:! Sioart always admired. "But, if you 'o,a•+ time to waste, I have not. Listen! There ;' is striking six and mother will wee:et h what has become of me." "Shea that is six," observed Jr.lOros- .!ening to the cloek (liming from afte. a tile. "You will get home by seven, hie -miry, if you start at once. Not that viey +' .-ens she turned again down the esa.t.. -rhiA is nearly half a utile nearer." l•, a•:r-hpd open the gate and motioned Isee mem the paddock again. "Now," he c n;th iced, slinging the basket on his arm :tea- ':rning beside her neross the field, *way .e -se you cross with me, Miss Mar- g„.` "S aur not erose with you," Margery s'' eyed hurriedly. 'Tot now, perihaps: but you were," luta rgery }vas silent•, "What was it. Margery?', he asked i,e and wlh•ht Chet lady said About hest naw." she replied, after a pause; t ,e :and -" r:+ ,ere angry with me, That is leap ,iy fair --rough on an old friend, you thought you plight stopped, t ,tra•e'c• 1 with her. You aught to know ii Latter than tihat, Margery." The ;:iayb tones went to her heart. Saved from Consumption "Oh, forgive me!" she erica. "It was wrong, but --she is so beautiful, and. I "You are—" "Only a village girl beside her." "I wonder if you know how different you are front her?" Stuart said quietly. Margery's face flushed, "I never felt '1' was—eolnmol, till to- day," stile answered. "Margery!" She looked up quickly. Mr. Crosbie checked his words and laughed a, little constrainedly. "You must not grow vain:" he said. • "Am 1 vain? 1 will remember anoth- er time," she responded gravely. "'And remember membe r tl ts , too," Stuart added—"that, whatever any one may say, my opinion of you does not change —never will." She smiled with delight. "Thank you, Mr, Stuart," she said, simply. "And now please give me my basket; you must not come any fur- ther." "1 shall carry it Thome for you," he an- swered. "We shall not be long, and this is tons too heavy for your little hands. Tell me of your lesson. What have you done to -day, and what is that book?" Margery imediateiy broke into a long 1 account of her studies, and with her happy serenity restored, she walked on beside him, heedless of the dust or the sun-coutent that their friendship was unaffected. Stuart Crosbie listened with pleasure to the ripple of her voice, lits eyes never tired of wandering to her sweet face, lovely in its innocence; but, when he had parted from her and strode home along the lanes, his brow was clouded and a puzzled expression rested upon This face. 'SE'S A CONVERT TO That Dodo's Kidney Pills ars the Stire °tare for Kidney Disease. 1 Beecham Park`.'°' asked 'Vane, with end - den interest. "Oh, thouSi have'heard of hint, or Course!" • "Ile eine •intrr the property tene years ago," Stuart explained, "and he has not cone Monte till nowt sImmust x s a e fore s 1 always laid a stron„ y' P strange lits ilnknowu kolhsiii. What g -bis has been; I tem tempted tor envy him the wondt t a he haat;t beam Seen: . nen surprised, you should.. speak like -that, Siu.xlt" »aid his mother cold- ly. ",1 tern a derstand any man of prim - Ogle putting iteider his duties for hes in- clinations.' Miss Charteris looked bored. • "It he ina,rried ;"' she asked languidly. "No, no, my dear," answered Mrs. Crosbie quickly; ; "by some marvelous chance he has escaped matrimony. .1-al- ways I-al-ways expected to bear of a low -born Rife; but he appears to have a little (.terant pride within him, and.haa spared us that humiliation." "Then he has no heir?" Vane ob- served. Mrs. Crosbie did not reply immedi- ately; hut Miss Charteris save her hand- some eyes wander to Stuart's face and rest there. • team I "He g2eee r of }ve lie has file power willing Park," Mrs, Croavie remarked; and the squire broke in with ]lie quiet monoto- nous voice: ". have. often wished. Douglas 'had married; he was just the man to be led to good things by a good woman." "You ai.}vays were absurd on this sub ,jest, Sholto," his wife remarked quiet- ly; and the squire discreetly said no more. Stuart moved from the -table as the meal ended, and engrossed with the newspaper, was lost to ail that wa» pass- ing around. "1 will write thin moraing and bill Douglas welcome," Mrs. • Cros- bie • said after a while. As she rose, she turned to the butler—"Fox, tell lire. Marzhani to prepare some rooms for Sir D,ouglas Gamut; 3. expect he will arrive to -morrow. Now, Vane, 1 will leave you for half an hour; then, if you will equip yourself, we will drive this morning." "Thanks, auntie;" and Miss Charteris walked slowly across the Croom to one of the long 1'renelr windows, looking thoughtful and not altogether dia- pleaesed. "•1'lie power to will penchant Park," abs mused; ''and the heir must be Stuart Crosbie. Ii.is mother's eye» spoke that plainly:' Mr. Ronne Moulaison ,rias treated by two doctors, but fatmd his relief and cure in six- boxes of Dodd's Kidney Pills, fSurette Wand, 'Vermouth, NS., June 1().—(Speeial.)-••-Retnie Maul !son, •a fielt- erman of this place, is a •convert to the growing belief that Dodd':; Kicluey Pills are the sure cure for Kidney Disease, "Vfy trouble started with a cold." Mr. :1:toulaisnn states. • " hiy muscles would croup, T had• backache. aiu;l I Thad dizzy spells, My head often •ached and 7 had .et tired, nervous feeling while weeks, of light flashed in•front of 'my eyes, "1 suffered in this: way for over two months and. was, treated by two o doctors. but they didn't eeein to he •able to do much, for me. Then I started to take Doddie Kidney Pills and soon started to improve. T took six boxes in all and now 1 am glad to ,say 1 am eared." • - 'If you have any. two or three of Mr. Moulaison's sysptonls you -may be rare your kltlue ye •are not in good working order. ]lad Kidneys mean Baekaehc, Rheumatism, Heart 1)isrease 'or ];right's Disease unless aLienjed to. The one sure way to cure them is to nee Dodd's Kidney fills. Crosbie took the letter he held toward her. "What sort of a sir prise, dad??" asked Stuart. putting his hand for ea instant into his father's. "Your mother will tell you," answered the squire. "Prom Douglas c erantt" exclaimed Mrs. Croshie, gazing at the end of the letter, "This is a surprise indeed! Why, Sholto, he is in England ---has been for the last mouth• --and wants to come to us for a Visit!" - . ,"iv ,love!" was Stuart's only utter- ance. "It seemed like ai, letter from the dead," said the squire dreamily. "What years since one has heard or scan any- thing of Douglas (erant! it must be fifteen at least since he left England. Mrs. Crosbie folded Up the letter. "Ile is not changed," she observed— "at least his letter is as strange and erratic as of old• Vane, you have heard your mother speak of Douglas Gerant, hare you not?" Miss Charteris puckered her brow. "1 don't remember his name," she re- plied. "Who is lie?" t'Your mother's eousin—surely she must have spoken of hint" "I liave heard of • Irluitace Gerard," Miss Charteris answered; rbut he is dead" . "Phis is his brothetersHtoo might have been dead for all -that we have seen or heard of him. Ile was a neer-do-weel, an tetter seamp. "- CHAPTER Vi. Wednesday morning broke dour and cloudless. Wargery rose at an early hour, and sat looking out of her little window at the sun gilding the fields and trees with its glory. Stuart Crosbie, too, rose earlier than his wont; .and he occupied the time till the breakfast - gong sounded »i walking up and down his room, apparently in deep thought. As the muffled summons reached his ear, he uttered an impatient "Pahaw!" and made his way slowly dowel the stairs. His mother was seated at the table when he entered the room; nlga wwith had. scarcely exchanged e a when 'Vane Charteris made her appear- ance. It was not Miss Charteris' usual custom to honor the breakfast table with her presence; but since her stay at Croshie, the mood had seized her, and she descended regularly to the early meal. "Good -morning, my dear," said Mrs. (`r osbi e ,smnh' b her sweetest. to at. "You look as fresh as a rose; doesn't she, Stuart?"+ "Words always fall me to describe Couin N ane's beauty,' was his gallant reply. Vane smiled languidly; but she was not quite happy. 'There was something strange about this cousin of hers; he was attentive, but his attentions seemed to be the outcome of habit rather than inclination. Was her power to fail her here, too? "What is the programme for to -day?" observed Mrs. Croshie. "Ah, Vane, my dear. :I, fear you find this place very dull!" "Dull!" repeated Miss Charteris. "1 can not tell you, my dear aunt, how hap- py I Am in your lovely home." Mrs. Crosbie felt her heart swell; more and more she saw the advisability of a marriage between Stuart and his cousin, more and more she determined it should take place. ' "Well, Stuart, what are we to do to amuse Vane?" she inquired, turning to her son, with the pleasure called up by her niece's speech stilt lingering on her face.. "1 am afraid, mother, I shall not he able to offer my services to -day. 1 ion lour$ for Chastorham this morning," Stuart answered, vigorously attacking a pie on a side table, "Chesterhan11" ejaculated his moth- er. "Why, what takes you there, Stu- art?" "An appointment with Derwent. lie has written and asked me to meet him at the jtutetion on Itis way to town; he wants to sce me." "Why could not Captain .Derwent conte Isere for few days?" inquired Mrs. Crosbie, coldly. Sim was annoyed that anything should interrupt the ac- quaintance that was progressing so sat- isfactory. "He can't; he is due in London." "But must you go?" began. Itis moth- er, when Vane interrupted with— "Oh, please don't stop him, auntle, or he will vote ale such al nuisance! Indeed, we can spare Stuart for one day, and I will enjoy myself with you if you will let me. Wes have not driven to any places yet; shall we not go some- where to -day?" "I shall be pleased" Mrs. Crosbie re- plied, though she looked vexed; and all other remarks an the subject were atop - ped, to Stuart's great relief, by his fath- er's emeearance---Latiy Charteris never left her room till noon. The squire came in with his curious halting gait; he carried a bundle of let- ters and papers in his band, and his hag- gard features wore a look of surprise. "Good morning, my dear," be said to Va•1te. 'Constance" --to Ids wife -"I have aantlil,' treatment, and costs but $1; received a most est:moraine:ry surprise. trial s;.ae, 'w,ie., at all 'dealers in mai- Read ileang outtt er. oias, et lconrX d impatience' Mrs STARVED NERVB The Cause of INeurajdia--h Must Be Treated Thro&aih the Bleed. Neuralgia is a cry of the nerves tort more and better blood. It literally; means that the nerves are being starved. . 1,ike every other part of the body the nerves receive their nourishment through the blood. There is therefore no doubt that })r. Williams' fink fills wilt caret the worst case ofNene-eight. They se- -welly nuke new, rich blood, carrying to .. the starved nerves theelements the need, thus driving away the sharp, tor- turing palms 'which nearly drive the suf- ferer wild. So many cases of neuratgi have yielded to treatment thruugh Dile Williams' Pink Pills that every snfierea? 'from this dreadful 'trouble should use no time in giving the Pills a fair trial. £'dre. Sophia I•I. Johnson, Moven, Seek., says: "For upwards of tea years I was a per- iodical enfferee from neuralgia. it locat- ed in the side of my face; and in the law, which would actually clivus every time '1 opened or closed my mouth. At •tunes the pains would be almost unendurable, and as time went on, my whole nervous system seemed to be affected. 1 was constantly doctoring, but the doctor did. not seem to be able to give me nerniaa- ens relief, and at last 1 decider' to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. t got a half,. dozen boxes, and before they were half gone 1 felt much better, and by the time I lied teed them all every synlptonl of the trouble bad gone, and I was enjoying a comfort 1 had not known for years. have einem remained in the • best of health, and can only say I owc ebb joy of living without pain to Dr. Willianue' Pink Pills." Sold by alt medicine dealers or by mail at SO cants a box or six boxes for () from 'rbe Dr. Williams''Medicine Co., Brockville Ont. have—" She s. "But with great good in him" added e, 1 know you did •a Piniv. squire -warmly. the q . not think so, Constance; but idougllts al- ways liad a fine generous natie5•e." "It was well hidden thea},"!!Itis wife retorted coldly. ''1 never lied much sympathy with lura, and I Have less now. A man has no right to lie lost to the world as he has been, aiu .leave a ena magnificent inheritance wasg neglected When there are ours who world prize it." r' "Is this the long -lost cousin alto owns no$her Startling Cale elfihat Proves the Unquestionable Merit ni "Catarrhodone, 14ii�li 1 nu»e .Murphy, a• well-known cot•ie:iy belle. resitting at 28 Monument tatted,Iviedtord, writes: rKindly for- ward •ain- three outfits of •Catarrhozone, teat!, , have found most valuable for Catarrhal rrhal affections •af the head and throat. ('•atarrhozone cured inc of Weak lenge, and really saved me .from conse.r,;l.tu)n• I mu recommending S l'.h,l,tIICOZ,O 1i above all other l pn,tl cora- -powersl:li typo g rat seaes. great int know Yave - others -who have benefitted by Catarrh - ozone. It roar case, Catarrozone would be aefe•. Why not get it to -day. Corm- riete outfit is suffieient for two Miss Charteris allured at the tall, well-built form of Stuart, who was still intent on the newspaper, and for the first time the thought of a warner feeling dawned in her heart. She found this cousin a more agreeable companion than she had imagined; she was irres- istibly attracted by hie; manliness and charm of planner: Might she not gratify her ambition as well as her fancy if she chose this young man fur her hus- band? As mistress of Croshie Castle she would onee again reign in her world, but as 'mistress of roshie ei Castlety ; ad Beecham Park bar be greater • than she ever dreamed of: Vane felt her • heart swell within , her at the glorious prospect her imagination conjured up; anti, standing in the soft morning sunlight, she volved to link her • bis A.ld be his enable, with Stuart, lot R1t 1 wife. • She left the window and walked to- ward him. "You are most -unkind, Mr• Crosbie," she said, looking sweetly plaintive. "You are going to leave inc all clay, and bury yourself in those dry papers" Stuart put down his newspaper quick- ly; he bad been utterly unconscious of her presence. "I beg your pardon, Vane," he said, smiling; "indeed it was very rude of me." "I forgive you this blue,'• eke return• ed, extending her white hand, "on con- dition that you premise to come .home early •frons your meeting, with this tiresome man•" Stuart colored faintly. It was true that he hail received a letter from his friend, Captain Dement, also eChet that friend would passthrough a terham at some time during the day; but Stuart's appoinment was not with Captain Dement, • in an hour's time he was to meet Margery, and start for their picnic in the woods. "I shall get back ee soon as Lean," he said. hurriedly. "lo truth, Vane,.I am afraid that you will find Crosbie horribly dill; there is nothing or no one to amuse you. It will be better in a day or two, for 1 intend to invite one or two people for the twelfth." "I don't want them," Miss Charteris observed, raising her large blue eyes to his; "and, , do You know, Cousin Stuart, strange though it may seem, I am not at all dull in your society. duties of love for the siek woman be- fore she left her. Mrs. Morris watched with tender eyes the slender form flitting about the room in its plain white notion gown. All the wealth of her childless heart was be- stowed on this girl, and in return, she received pure and deep affection. '• "Now, are you quite sure, mother, you will not miss me?" asked 'Margery, kneeling by the couch when all. her . tage Added to the Lou. List due to Ms famousRemedy. Glanford Station, Ont. --"I have taken Lydia E. Pinkhaat'a Vegetable Com- t?ia:.4^"` .;{\"::e�. �• eara andnd for nev'er found any medicine t o compare with it. I had ulcers and fall- ing of the uterus, ,nnd,dbctors did• me no good. I suffered dreadfully until I began taking yoc}r medicine. It has also helped other women to whom'I have recommended it." --Mrs. HENRY alum; :C'Zanford' Station, Ontario, Another Cure Harvey Bank, N.•B.—I can highly recommend Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege- table Compound to any ` suffering woman. I have taken it for female weakness and painful menstruation and it cured rare. — MRS. DalVetee BARLBOUR. Because your case is a difficult one, doctors having done you no good, do not continue to suffer without giving Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- pound a trial. It surely has cured many canon of female ills, such as in- flammation, ulceration, displacements, fibroid turnore, irregularities, periodic pains, backache, that bearing -down feeling, indigestion, dizziness, and nervous prostration.. Yt costs but a trifle: to try it, and the result is worth millions to many suffering women. U .yemw WOW special advice write for Sita .Aa?, Vitro. ri'cniatato, Lyut2 Mahtni% IA las dace mod *Ityarsttys 11tua iipmai. duties were done. •"Nay, that I can not say," Mrs. Mor- • ris - returned, with it faint smile."1 always miss you, child; ]rut I shall not want you. Mrs. Carter is coming into see me, and Iteuhen has promised to come home for dinner." - "Reuben will keep his word then," de- clared the girl; "but 1 shall not be away long." "Stay and amuse yourself, Margery —you are young, and should have plea- sure. Now get on your bonnet and start, or you will keep the young squire wait- ing.' Margery tied on leer sun -bonnet. At first she had been tempted to don her Sunday bat, a plain wide -brimmed straw with a white ribbon; but she checked - herself and put it away, with a blush at her vanity. She took her little basket, Saul walking slowly toward the spring,rin g> • sat down by it musical trickling to wait. She felt more than ordinarily beep - py;'the memory of Stuart's kind worths had driven away the sting of his. eoun- sin's remark; there was not a cloudon the horizon of her young life. She want- ed for nothing to complete her hdppineas and reveled in the sunshine and the golden glory of summer as only a heart can that lens tasted no sorrow, seen not the darkness or gloom of pain. She had not waited long before the sound of hastening footeteps tend her that Stuart was at hand; and she bent to caress the doge a.s he approached, time hiding the pleasure that dawned on her face. "I am fearfully late, Margery," Stuart said apologetically, as he flung himself down on the cool mossy hank. ''By Jove, though, I had no idea I could walk so fast! I have come here in no time." "You do look tired," she said quickly; "let us rest awhile. Shall I get you some milk?" St;tart shuddered. The thought recall- ed all the horrors of Judy's draught that stlnnller morning. "No, thanks; 1 twill have some water. Do you' know, Margery, I don't. believe I can go very nodi further. What do you say to a picnic in the Weald wood?" "I think it will be very nice. But, Mr. Stuart, where is your basket?" "My basket?" he echoed, �taz er "Yes—your lunch," said g y, holding out her' tiny hamper. "lou have forgotten IL" "Yes, I have. Will it matter'!" asked Stuart', gravely, thinking he had never seen so sweets picture as the girl before him. "Well, you know, to picnic it is nent:s- sary to have some food ; brit perhaps, I have enough(To forContinued.) Stuart bowed low at her words. "You are easily satisfied," he replied; and at that moment his mother reap- peared. :'Now, Vane, 1 am at your service. By the bye, Stuart, shall we drive you to Chesterham? 7 can easily order the baronche instead of the. pony carriage." "Oh, no, thanks-" ho answered, hitt- riedly. "7. prefer to walk." Mrs. Crosbie elevated her eyebrows, but made no remark; 'and Fane followed her aunt fl'orn the. room. On re:whiner, the floore she looked back and Oilseed Sher hand. "Au renoir, Cousin Stuart!" he said lightly. "Dori stay away too long." Stuart wailed only till the ladies had well disa:ppea ,•d; then he walked across the hall, caul id lap his tennis hat, and made his we r along the colonnade to the grounds. 'lice stopped al the entrance to the court easel, and whistled for his dogs, then, }vithout another look round, started ai ross the paddock to the village. Margery wee dressed early, and had packed a shall basket with eatne loan made k rind apnes as prnvendcr for The microscope in the hands of experts employed bit the United States Government las revealed the fact that a house fly some- times carries thousands of disease germs attached to its hairy body. The continuous ons use of Wilson's Ply Pads will prevent all dangerof infection from that source by lulling both the germs and the flies. ON THE HOTEL. PIAZZA, (Harpers Weekly.) "'Why don't you show e. numambition, Walsers?" asked Bildk5, "Oa in and tnaice aiepututton for yourself," "What's the Use?" said Slithers, "$'d the 1)1ettie. She bad told Ilr>t. !Marcia of no sooner make it than 'these old ladies her holiday' and Ili Stuart's kindness, on the 1 ets& here world tear it alt to and occupied hur ai( with many little pfeces. " "