HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1911-07-14, Page 7He Chose the path through the pad-
;lock, and walked through the court-
yard jest ae the tower clock chimed a
quarter to eight.. Ile had but a few
minutes to' change his tennis suit for Itis
dinner garb, and he ran hurriedly from
the eoach house retina to the lawn, de-
termined to make a rush to his room.
He dismissed his dog with a word, aped
fleetly across the grounds till Ire reach-
ed the colonnade, and entered it, when
suddenly by some mischance his foot
Blipped. lie made a vain effort to save
himself; his head swam; he was consct-
00:s of a- sudden sharp twinge of pain;
and, falling heavily, he knew no more.
Sir Douglas tierant; after n lengthen-
ed. chat with his cousin, mounted to kis
room, and dressed himself with due re-
gard i'or the exigencies of polite society.
The hard, cynical look that had rested
00 his face during his conversation with
Vane Charteris and lathe political argu-
nterit with the squire had now vanished.
Re looked worn and 111 as he walked
slowly up 'and down his room; his eyes
were sad, his head drooped. He seemed,
to be thinking deeply at last, with a
deep -drawn sigh, he sea telt; himself at
the table and wrote a letter. It was a
summons to his lawyer, bidding him to
draw up a will, and fixing a day for him
to come to Crosbie Castle. This done,
Sir Douglas leaned back in his chair and
covered his eyes with his hand for sev-
eral minutes. The entrance of his valet,
a man who had been leis faithful ser-
vant and companion for years, roused
him: and, bidding the valet despatch the
letter quiekly, Sir Douglas left hisroom
and descended the broad staircase. As
he passed through the wide hall to the
colcn:ta.de, its white pillars, gleaming
against the background of green, tinged
now with the ruddy gold of the setting
sun, made a picture gratifying to his
artistic ere. He sauntered 011, deter-
mining; to seek the grounds, when his
eyes fell on Stuart's prostrate form and
pale face. In 'an instant he was kneel -
tug beside the young intim, and, his
clear vo er rang out to the butler, who
hap -pelted to be passing to the dining -
lateen.
The hurried up with some brandy,
and ,air Douglas, with almost profes-
eionnl dexterity, lifted. Stuart's head and
poured a few 'drops between the closed,
lipe. .Be watched, the color slowly re-
hire, and the eyes open, with a look of
anxiety and tenderness on his face.
""That is right," ,he said, gently, as he
stet Stuart's gaze. "Ave you hurl?"
-'ihhea arm:" mtuannureri the young mart.
faintly, as the • butler and, Sir Douglas
helped hien to rise.
t+ne baronet cast a keen glance a.t• the
right hand. hanging limn anti swollen.
"You have had an ugty fall," he said.
briefly. "Your arm is broken—how did
it hap -pen?"
lie pushed Stuart gently into a ohsir
near at hand, and, while he spoke, he
deftly cut away the slight temuiei-sieeve
from the wounded limb with a pair of
801050rs taken from his pocket. -
,"1• ean'taquite.remeritber." Stuart re-
plied, speaking with an effort, and pass-
ing ills left hand over his eyes. "I came
an euwfnl cropper, I know. and must
have hanged my head. Is the arm brok-
en? If eo, you had better send for Met-
calf, and have it set."
The butler was snoveig away; but Sir
Douglas stopped him.
"There 56 no need to send to the vil-
lage -1 ean manage bide. Go up to niy
room aril send down my man; it is not
the first time he Inas helped ane in this
sort of thing."
Stuart bey haek in his ',hair; he was
askill feeling faint and weak, Ile taught
Sir Dotiglss' eye, and smiled a little.
"I feel rather like what the boys
used to e..z.il e. 'jolly duffer," ho said,
slo•wlet. "1 can't think what glade me so
stupid.; B don't usually fall about in this
way. 1. wonder how long I. was Insane-
- and I have never thanked you for
helping me." Stuart was gradually re-
coveriug himself, and woke to the fact
that this was a stranger. "I beg your
pardon."
"It is granted, Cousin Stuart."
Stuart looked mystifieid, and then said,
ettaextly putting out inlet left Mand:
."You nee Douglas Gerant; 1 ant very
gland to sec you."
Sir Douglas grasped the handl.
"'hanks, my lank" he said, quietly;
thou, looking 'round: "Here is 1furrey.
Now sit quiet, and don't sp'ti.k, and we'll
settle 'Ont in 0 trice."'
Stuart watohed hie contsin enriuesiy as
he prepared the bandages and impro-
vised some splints: he scarcely felt the
long, white fingers as they moved over
Itis wounded arm, and winced only as
the 'holm clicked together. litre he grew
fainter as the bandages were wound
Sir Douglas answered, quietly. "I AM
taking hie;, to hie room, it -will be wiser
to let him pass, Oouein Constenee, .as he
:ills had a nasty toeteli ou the head."
"Arm brokers l" criedML'O. Ci sbie, in
alariu. "Isn't it must be set! l wtll'eend
for -Doctor Metcalf at once!"
"You can send for the doctor, it yuu
like," Sir Douglas remarked, as .he. liew
Stuart. up the stairs; "but his arae in •
already set. I have had considerable
experience in suele eases, and 1 eau es-
eure you It is• all right" '
Stuart smiled faintly at his mother,'
:ted she followed 'him tip the stairs;
little annoyed, a little anxious, and, oat
ly enough, a little • glad. -annoyed, be-
cause -Sir Douglas had taken so Much
upon .himself; anxious for her son, wham
she loved better than anything On earth,
and glad, because she saw ,u this illness
a chance of bringing about the marriage
between Vane and Stuart which she so
lunch desired.
Sir Douglas left the mother and eon
together when he bad esconsed his pa-
tient comfortably in a large chair; and
'tars. Crosbie busied her elf with hinny
little offices about the room, quitting
the apartment only • when .she saw
Stuart's eyes close in sluxner. She
met Vane on the landing, and, with an
affectionate glance, drew the girl's hand
through her arm.
".FIs is resting, dear," she said; "eo I
shall leave him for a while. We must
nurse him together, and we shall soon
get him well."
Vane's face flushed.
"I will help you gladly," she returned,
and she spoke honestly. Her first
thought, like her aunt's, had been that
that this would brine Stuart and her-
self more together. She had another
duty to perform, •too; she must ingrat-
iate herself with Sir Douglas Gerant,
and try by every means in her power
to wipe away -the memory of Iter foolish
mistake.
Stuart slept for an hour or two, and.
dreamed of Margery, but when he awoke
the pain in hjs arm was so great that
even the sweet image was banished
from leis thoughts, His mother came
in as night fell•, but Stnart was too ill
to broach the stabjeet of his love. The
blow on the head wee more severe than
he had imagined, and he grew feverish`
as the day declined. Ile heard the
tower elock chime the night hours, and
whenever he moved his head, Itis eyes
rested on the figure of Sir Douglas
reacting by the window, and ready at
any moment to tend Itis,
And at the. small eottane by the
Weald another being .sat and watched..
by a .sick bed, watched with a heart
that was grossing sadder and Redder as
the moments passed.Margery, still in
the white cotton gown that she wore
when she plighted her troth, knelt by
?nary Morris' coach, trying to alleviate
the Iain that hes rrchirp 91'c 1g1F
•wasted frame. She was ignorant of her
lever's illness, and she thought of hint
only with a souse of peace and happi-
ness. What a long wonderful day it
had been. she thought, as she sat beside
the little window and watched the veil
or night darken the sky—a• day in
which. the golden glory of all ..earthly
happiness dawned for her! She turned
from the window to watch the sick wo-
man. The paroxysm of pain seemed
past, and she WAS asleep. The house
was quiet as a lamb, In another room
the loving, faithful husband and com-
panion was, lost to trouble in, slumber.
Margery wale atone: she moved softly
to the .window and drew back the cur-
tains, and immediately the room was
bathed in the silver radiance of the
moon.
She stood and gazed on at the dark
blue heavens, the glittering myriads of
jeweled etara, the moonlit earth, till
a elond seethed to ohsenre her vision:
and, when she gazed again the stars
were gone and a ruddy haze pierced by
the sun's. golden beams illumined the
sky.
the bed, then, with a sudden shudder,
dropped on her knees beside it. While
her eyes hied been closed in sleep, while
the dawn had' spread its roseate veil
over the night, a spirit had flown from
-earth-4017 ;Norris was dead!
CIIAP'r,li1t IN.
The days passed away, and .Stuart
Crosbie gradually recovered from the ef-
fecte of his fall. - Despite the assurance
from Sir Douglas that her son was do-
ing well, Mrs. Crosbie satisfied herself,
and summoned the village doctor, to-
gether with a fashionable physician from
town, only to receive the salve opinion
from them, coupled with the expression
that Stuart could not have been better
treated. The young man passed four
days in his room; but, 00 the pain left
his head, he utsisled on donning; his
clothes and de<cesding to the garden.
round; and, as t:he operation was finish- His mind was haunted, by Margerl:'s
ed, Sir Douglas, without a word, held image and the thoughts of her sorrow;
the brandy to his lige again and forced for the news of Mrs. Morris' death had
him to drink some.
"You have pluck, Stuart," he sant,
quietly. "Yon are Of the stuff to make
a trim, Now, if yOlt take my advice, you
will go to your room and rest. I feney:
that aria will trouble you rather to.
night; so try to get some steep now."
"My lead feels rather queer, I eon-
ftess," Stuart reoponded, and he giadl
let his cousin draw his :nand through
his arm, and lead hint thro'ig'h the ,haii
to the stairs.
• Mrs. Orosble was sailing down ae they
approached,
•" t eaLl" she exclaimed, in genuine and, although he had an excellent ecu-
dis•mny, "nwh.at is the matter?" stitution, he was Considerably weakened
aerie a..A Who, enri broken his arm." hr the fever and nein, Put. though
reached him through his servant, and
he longed to rush acway and comfort his
darling. Be had seen little of his Moth-
er during the past four days Sir Doug-
las had constituted himself head i:urse,
and Mrs. Crnebie, who was not quite et
home in a sick roomy gave way to him
with a little annoyance and jealousy,
though she would loot let it he, sceu.
Stuart 'had not, heett sufficiently well,
during the short time site visited hint,
to speak about Margery ---indeed, - he
scarcely had strength •to reply to her
inquiries—tire heat was still very great,
'MADE H.i''i
CAN ADA
have gone."
Stuart scat silent,. troubled and ..isap-•
•pointed:•'He had•breced liinself For hie
interview with his another; he wee long-
ing to send some word or sign to lfat-
gery Four whole long days had psi}ed
since their picnic in the wood, ant tier-
ing that time sorrow had come to her,
and he lead not ministered to her com-
fort. He wondered whether she knew of
hie illness, whether she realized that it
was that i]lness alone that had kept,iiian
.silent. He had determined, as he rose, to
speak to his mother, and then drive Over
to the Weald cottage end bring Iv eeg-
cry bark. in all dignity to -the castle, as
befitted his. -future wife; but nuw again
fate was nnkind, his mother was absent
—=might be absent the whole day—and
he was toe week to crawl- even to the
carriage. What could he. de? He must
send some message of comfort, scute
word of love to Margery. His eyes fell
on his maimed hand; and, With a 'half
groan, he realized that he was helpless,
utterly helpless to • do as he wished.
Vane Charteris watched lani carefully.
She saw his brow contract and the look
of trouble. gather on his •face.
"Are you in pain?" she..neked gently.
Stuart woke from his musings,
"My arm is a. little. troublesome," he
replied evasively. then, collecting "But thoughts with an effort he said,
I, ninst not be selfish, Vane. You will find
it dull work sitting with an invalid. I
feel so angry with myself for being so
clumsy. Just fancy; Vane' --this ie the
first. tithe I have been ill in my life!"
"Then we must do our best to cheer
you, Cousin Stuart," Vane responded, a
feint color mount.iug to her cheeks at
the last verde.'What could they mean
but that this illness kept him from her
side? "Conte," she added brightly—"let
me amuse you, read to you or do some-
thing. T assure yuu, Cousin Stuart, I con -
eider it a pleasure. I would do anything•
for you,.beiieve me."
Stuart looked at her ae she drew • up
another elutir and sunk into it, giving
him a frank affectionate glance. A mid -
den thought flashed into his mind, and
then died away.
"You look upon me as useless," she
observed, with a smile. "I mean to upset
that theory altogether"
".L'eless!" echoed Stuart. "Indeed,
Vane, you are quite wrong."
"Then let, me help you." Vane said
suddenly. "I see plainly, Stuart, some-
thing is troubling you; it is not only the
arm. Come— I shall begin to be jealous
of Sir Douglas, to be afraid that you
will trust in no One but hint. Will you
not let me be your friend as well as
your cousin?"
Stuart half rose in his chair.
"Me. friend!" he repeated; then he
sunk 'back engin. "Yes, Vane, if you will
be my friend."
." Friendship is not an empty term with
me," :lii:3s Charteris observed slowly.
"Sines you will let are be your friend.
I must act as such. See"—extending her
hand --`"let us seal .the.eontract look,un•
on :tae as your churn, your sister as well
ns vonr._friend and cousin."
Stnart gr tsprtit her haiid "
"1 will," he said quietlyt "for. 1 am in
urgent need of a friend, especially just.
now."
Re stopped and looked at her; she
was watching him with an expression of
frankness and sympathy.
"Vane." he began slowly, "1 came
down title morning on purpose to talk
to my mother on a subject that is more
than life to me. I anticipate ---I know—
I shall have a hard struggle with her,
though, deanite all she may say, I shall
be firm. Will you help me••in this strug-
gle?"
Vane rose to her feet again; her
breath was conning fest, and a presenti-
ment of something disagreeable passed
through her mind.
'drell me what it is, Stuart," she said
quietly, unfurling a large fan she. ear-
ned, and holding it against the light,
ostensibly to shield her face from the
sun, in reality to keep it hidden from
her cousin.
"`Vane, clo yon remember the fourth
day of your visit here, when I took you
to see Sir Charles :a"
Yes," she answered,
"Do you remember a girl who was sit-
ting in a corner and who brought me
some water for the dog? I introduced
her—Margery Dew."
'Trane might Steart's eager glance,
and her heart seemed to cease beating.
"Yes," site replied. a little coldly,
"Vane, that i,r nnv secret; that is the
girl I love better than arty one or any-
thing hi the world•— ,1'trgery Daw."
Vann Charteris wase silent for a min-
ute. She felt as though her vexation
and jealousy would choke her; then she
forded herself to be, firm and calci. She
dropped her fan and moved out of the
sunlight; her face was very pale, .but
she snuled as Stuart looked at her eag-
erly.
"Well," she said, quietly, "and—and
you want°ULB to help }'ori—•how":".
"You will" he asked, with gladness
on his face.
Vane put one hand on her chair .for
support.
"Ann I not your friend?" she smiled
•faintly.
"Oh, thank you—thank you!" !"he cried,
rising from his chnir; but Vane gently
pushed him beck ,grin. •
.''fell me what you want," she urged,
standing at his side, eo that he could not
see her pallor and temoyance.
"I want you to pa -'ad with me to my
another ---not for n eself--1 nth Strom;
enough"—and Stelae.. drew himself up
proudly --"I would flee the whole. world.
1 want you to be .i ; r'ieud to Margery,
as you would be to .r:e. She may need
your help; nt Wontnn " Ch as yO,.t, Vane,
can do much--suiooth 'eany diffittelties.
You can see how angry my another will
be. 1 shall not care for her engem' hut
Margery i$ so teuder, sus sweet, so proud
—anger will htrndliat" and dihtreee her;
and, if you aid her, she will scarcely feel
it, I am sure,"
"Then you hate -'at spoken to .,i net
Constance • yetd" Vane observed, very
.quietly. ""1' am afraid you will • have
beat trouble. You see, Stuart, yourew
he could not collect his lases to
speak of Margery, site was never
absent from his thoughts. The
vision of here sweet blue eyes, her
wistful, lovely face, hatrited Iris bedside,
bringing a sense of peace, tied rest to his
troubled dreams.
At last, after four days had passed,
Stuart inaisted on leaving his room and
seeking the air, urged, in feet, by a
strong desire to see hie:mothe• and tell
her of his love.. Sir Douglas offered no
opposition to this move the severer ef-
fects of the fall were now passed, and,
with such health and vigor es Stuart
possessed, his arm would soon heal. Nev-
ertheless it was a rather shattered
likeness of the handsome cousin that
greeted "Vane CJiettnris' eyes as she
crossed the hall and slaw him staking
slow progress down the ::stairs.
"Let me help you," she said, gently,
moving forward, et once, .and putting
out her hand. - .
rhank:s. I eel. fettle'. tha,ky,,". return-
etl Stuart, smiling faie . "Raw gl.o•yns
9
'" �<t .11 your
Vane? . ali�:� foi-"t
do, Cousin .i
land swages:'
• Vane made no repty,'bnt•helped him
clown the stairs; across the hall to the
calonnacle, and, pushing forward a large
Chair, she soon made* ltini.<'omfortabte.
"Thank yen," 110 said again; "you are
very kind. Is my an'E;ther anywhere
about?"
"She has gone to Cheeta'rlut,uu on some
missionary business,' replied Vane,
leaning bar c against one of the whiten
pillars, and looking extremelee pretty
and graceful in her long soft pink gowe
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your wife will be of low station, and
your mother is proud."
"We do not know what Margery's
birth may be; but that does not affect
nee. I love her; she shall be my wife,
Alt, you do not know her, Cousin Vane,
.or you would not have said that! There
may be some mystery connected with
hen -birth," but. there i$ no stain on her.
If ever there was a lady, she is one."
- 'Your news has surprised me,, Stuart,
I roust confess," observed Mise Charteri
'moving languidly from his side and
sinking into her chair again; "but 1
shall prove my words. I am your friend
---1 will act as such. Yea; I will help
you."
Stuart's fnee flushed, and he leaned
forward and bent his lips to Vane's
white }rand.
"This is indeed good of you," he ex.
claimed. "Vane, 1 can never thank you
enough."
'Tell me what I must do," returned
Miss Charteris, unfurling her fan again,
"Will you see Margery?" Gngnired
Stuart, hurriedly.
"To -day?' • asked 'Pane.
"Yes. Alt, Vane, think—four days
have gone, ante has had a great sorrow,
and I have been tied. to may bed, not
able to see her, not even to write a
word! If you would go to her, tell her
all is going well, that you will be hei
friend, you will make me so happy."
"I will go, Stuart," Zane scald quiet•
ler; "for your sake I will do all I can,
No: do not thank me. Remember what
I said just now—I would do anything
for you. I 'vi11 wait till it is a littl4
(meler, then borrow Aunt Constance's
ponies, and drive to the voillage." She
hesitated. "Perhaps—perhaps Miss Davy
may not like iuc""
"Not like you!" cried Stuart, quick.
ly. "She can not help herself,
Dear Vane, how good you ares
'You do not know what a load
you have taken off my mind. I dread-
ed, I feared that my poor darling would
have been without a friend. Now Site i1
secure.. My mother loves you, and wit
be led by you. 1 shall speak to her tdu
instant she returns, and then Merger,
can come here. Vane, 1 Shall never
never forget your kindness!"
(To be Continued.)
American and Canadian scien,
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end death than any other agency
Wilson's Ply Pads kill all the
flies arta the disease germs, too
THE WRONG INTERPRETATION.
(;tiew York Sun.)
Robert iferiri, the well-known Nets
'York painter, 1005 condemning a situ,
pid critic.
"His interpretatiors are always
wrong,"
Mr. Henri' amid. "He always
misunderstands totally an artist's core
reption. He reminds me of the China
=neon woman before the Angelus.
"Waren the .:1uk ehts was on exhibitiot
at Bane's in Philadelphia, to .Cinnamin,
son woman dropped in to see it. She
gazed with lively interest at the twe
peasants standing reverently in the sun,
set glow in the quiet meadow, Then sins
said:
";A eourt:ln` sou»le, hey! Seem a bei
shy, don't they?'"