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The Herald, 1911-07-21, Page 7(IlIiI�I iliIi 1 � 1111 m,;: .1lui�"iil+ (1I ul�IClll���l�� Conforms to iffe %T 19/l wSa'tu >i�'t�fr?.i i� of Gillett s' good3'. seri for / vo hundred pit JQ�es. esaCdSird an, e Ie meet meet tele lw vuee, . laugh spread over Vallee; (htrk:d. She -shut her fa a do of 1y arml belied euliorisjy at her sleeping enalln • thought had suddenly came tee her mind. After all, she had not: been:so 1001141, for was she nut to meet "Mageryt bears, wills no iufleence to work agr Could she not manage as to rouse, say, if not. the &anon of jealoL1ay, at least the stint of pride.? The girl 'bed Bride, Vane .was compelled .to admit- esbe had not forgotten a r era , dignity drat day ht the (mart yard, nor the graceful banielir and e rhe with whirls „he 'haul moved away. \barely warier(' was rant il-norx rt to •\iiv, ('lutrteris, and it would �j to �,-. IIUIII11IIIl��•:I •sae• aad(l.�r..�..�m3�a"�N. ..,,T. ., +� i>", ��i IIII.nP� 11St 'III I04111 1111�10tog' Itugi I I .h� ....n , ' t w sY' a �.1�'.. �411i 11jx ay.:' b':.4 .��u'�, t�1� .,:xir ,e wtl�9 i r. nt , be •strange ileac ed if she e ould not plant sumo poisoned eremite in this pre"1;um1)• Inoue' enllnt)•Y.. gta'l'S 'bieaet. . Stuart could not .rerit'e+ a line --prat was for!nnete; be wmild Trot be able to leave the secede for three or four aates.at the 'inlet -•that AIM) Was fortnn• ate. Vane 'Celt her sptl It rise again; and her hatred. farmedwvstronger ued l itv and jealousy, grew ger and sLrottger. Some vague thought of trouble seem- ed to <toute at that moment to Stuart. for. on. turning her heart, she met his open. eyes fixed with an anxious look on her. "You have grad a- delightful sleep," sate said, ris!iit nttd moving toward him. "I ant so $'tact!" Stnart passed his left liaud over bis brow. "Hew rude you meet think nae. 4,'ane-" he murmured !Weer voice sent me to sleep: but. I leave +int slumbered peacefully. My aria.ie, a 'moat annoying member." "I 'feared you were se Tering." Vane answered gently. "Stuart. why not go hack to ,your TO0111 again i I am sure it will be .wiser." "rI don't feel a il"ereinles, certainly." confessed. Stnart. '"Who {•ould think that four days would min '"u fellow down solow?" T•It: rose =lowly from his ehair, then added suddenly, "but trey mother! Vane! I meet see her to Any!" "I am going to ItitnPoee ' omething. Vane said slowly, .aa she *drew his hand ' through ler arm. "Tet' me speak to :\ant (ea s teem. Believe me. I shall do it far 1 r..tter than you. Yon would pr •babty be hurt at what she says, and then you would be be angry. 'Now, if 1, speak, Stuart, I,, teeing an impartial shall be more. paint and c olleet- 0'I, I will ;neva your t;ase well, and— don't think me vain -4 ''chink, T shall sue - ere,' :is J 'wish.' • • T'ano thew a quick breatb. Stuart <lia net see the tra"neitory gleans of triumph that flashea from her eyes. "T. am your friend; you will trust ami" she added gently. - "Trust you? area, Vane: -but it seems rut arcllV. unmanly, net to plead for rit3'.a,•:r• y'' "Donn went t<s• win your, mother noosrnt? 'se. of ants. you do? Them he re save 1. Stuart. tan! .in my halts emit setae 1)c• more ser' nail of it than if "You sedtlll give me all your messages before 1 sta.rt," :Mss Charteris replied, "Now let ins read to you a little—you look tired. 1 shall not let you talk any rnore." She smiled gently, and flitted away, leaving Stuart deep in happy thougIft. His spirits rose as the picture of a bliss- ' 1111 future floated beforehim, and his heart was filled with gratitude toward Vane. Without her help. it would have been a brad fight; but now itis fears were !r: et:ecl, for his darling would have cis' ;.taneh, true friend. Sir Douglas Qerant, walling through the hall, glanced at the invalid lying back in the chair, his face illumined with tee flood of happiness that thrilled lour. "You look better, Stuart," he said, abruptly, approaching the young man. "1 :tar feeling splendid," Stuart re- plied, heartily. "1l1,..rnl What new remedy have you tried, may 1 ask," Sir Douglas said, dayly• "A new doctor has prescribed tor nye," Stuart said, with a laugh, "and here she is. Cousin Vane, see how muck good you have done met Sir Douglas has complimented me with almost profes- sional jealousy," 47.isr Charteris smiled. and, seating herself, opened her book, while Sir D engtas retra.eed his steps through the hall to the front .entrance, and walked theme across the sweep of lawn to the fod,re gates+. "tae the wind is in that quarterla lite, mist d, while a frown contra (ted 1314 brow. "1 am sorry and disappointed, kis is a good lad, worthy of a better woman than that proud, selfish creature. Welt, am. ,ria old fool! The sooner 1 go from stere the tetter. T shall grow too fond drf Shotto's sum if I stay much longer." Ile waalked briskly neroca the lawn,., t hen turned into the avenue, and ap- proaehea the gates. The tam was beat- ing dean an the hot. dusty lane, the lodgekeeper•'s wife was standing, her erms eknmbn tacking to some one lean- ing wearily against the iron pillar. •"Caeicd-inorning, sir," she said. eourte- eying• "May 1 snake boldus to ask how thevcot:ng• squire is this -meriting'. "Patter—notch better," returned Sir •"i'here, Margery—you hear?"—the Neuman tanned again to the figure -- -better. Lor', if there ain't that baby :Luahel !axone me, sir:" and. dropping a lutety eourtcsy, airs. Clark rushed into tate a r lair. "Yea hnr'e come to Inquire after the young senir e 'a Sir Dingle:, began. ad- dree sang he slender black -robed girlin kindle lance. 'fate bend was bent, the plain skirt was t.hir'k with meet: but there was about the r r aril; atria, figure an air of uu- s wahnNle gracee and a tress of the red- grnld hair tett shone beneath the black strati eat gleamed as a touch of won - dame s r'o.rr to the sombre picture. Morgria' enisedl ber head. "Yes. ear." she replied. turd then stop- ped, 011nosi, in etym. Sir Douglas had movee ''orwsrd as his eves rested an her fuer; his enter faded to a deathly white - mats and he almost staggered against the gate. lag eves still fixed on her won- (toilet! cut ntemeetee.. " V eo are veil? What as yottr name?" he t'nsi.ed; rather than spoke. lt,,,,,gerr 1)nw," she answered. trent• hair:$; a, little with fear. 'Then seeing his Meed droop. she ;added quickly: "You are ill, sir; lit me get von some water." t it e")eruglas put out a feeble hand. "! ire nothing—a spasm—the heat," he erattevedt then he moved slowly to the l,eripu door and sunk upon the'bent% nuttiide. "The heat." he mut-rowed. again, "and a }:nest of the past!" 11rrs'e•rt• want into the cottage, anti r" tamely with n. glass of water. Sir Douglas took it from her and drank it ea�er!y. "i have frightened Note, ehitd," he said. A1;rnpptly. "L'e.Jl nae"—'Ire pressed one hand to his side—"yoe are called hlargnry f)ttw. Xour mother—what or her?" "1 have no mother," Margery replied; and ber tip trembled. "I arm alone." "Yon live? here—have lived here nt. ber aside. She was a fool, the she could see al nr ince She was absorb - ways 1" went on Sir Douglas quickly. friend sea pushed lI sist the very woman To outward apps . "Alll Who c my hue," she peas eat a. in. proud girl told herself, not to have ed a her hook; blit, in teeny sae was- 9 :mak back in the seat again. keenly erws to everythingli pessing) Constance. 1 barye not crnssel Stuart, s hitt my thought," las. murmur laughed Stwards tale t love to acorn. A g .. ,. . • . n his eused state, to vee .lelnli 1•on..ddeetter randi thebadvice Y"1;t; was » few cold words alight pnrehance have 1*C8 yilea lf'ribe>� t el; `<arad eat bow' like, Y�ow likel , checked the ardor of his flame• blow it around, listener"* for the first tones of 1 have not refused lila reuarrs ., fn • 1 Your Metter will b© u "Are yon better trmv? asked Margery wttstaolrito: she lied given her 1>romise. her •ausrt's voice, and fvotfdetutg during feared, acistly "Yes, child—yes"—lie paused a little `'but '.i shall go no further." He rose slowly, his eyes wandering now and again to the girl's face. "But you—you look tired --what are you #ring to do?" "Walk back to the village," Margery answered, with a sigh and a wistful glance in the direction of the Castle. So, much sorrow bad come to•her since that happy day in Weald Wood that she seemed, indeed, faint and weary. She longed to see Stuart, to send him a few words; but her pride. her modesty, for- bade it, and not until this morning could she summon up courage to walk to the lodge gates and inquire about him. She never doubted his constancy, nor dill site took for any iiicS'age from hint. She knew of aria suffering and all her thought was for hint. She turned away now, with a graceful inclination to Sir Douglas, rested," he said, sharply. "Sit down anis prepared to retrhee her steps. "You cannot walk yet --you are not awhile. This heat is enough to kill you." Margery shook her 'head. "Thank you; I frust go. I. only carne to inquire after —after Mr. Steuart." "He is in good hands." Sir Douglas remarked in his dry. cynical way. "I set his arm, but his heart requires another doctor. and his cousin ira3 succeeded there. Alt, the villa,•;e will see a wedding before long, child. unless I have lost my wits!" Ire was turning away when he suddenly approai'hed her once more. "I must see you again,,' he said, in a strange husky voice. "You leave brought back a gleam of tato- ,past that was buried, touched the spring of a; lr r et thtet has, never seen life. There is a strange sense of hone within my liearte-1t?Pe that 1 though dead, never to be revived. Child, whoever you may be. remember that in therfuture,owhile, Lor your bei willaangel's be a friend to yon, face.' Be.turned and walked away rapidly; but Margery neither heard nor under- stood what he meant. She was repeating over and over again the words he lead uttered first, her heart grasped too clearly and terribly the meaning — a wedding lu the village, a wedding from the castle! Stuart, her Stuart, the being. who held her very life, marry another —that fair lovely woman who had had laughed her to scorn! The sunshine grew blood -red before her eyes, . for one instant she reeled, and then grasped the door -post for support. Then gradu- ally she awoke to the fullness of 'her pain and humiliation. Pride. was swell- ing in her heart; she seemed. in that instant changed from a girl of glowing. living hopes to a 'women who hath tasted the bitterness of all earthly grief. She bent her head and walked steadily down the lane, heedless of the sun, heedless of the rough stones, heedless even of mad• ame's presence, as she dashed past in her carriage. She was oblivious of ev- erything save her pain and trouble, and the memory of her wasted love. CHAPTER, X. "Friendship is constant in all other thinks, Save in the office and affairs of love; Therefore all hearts in love use theft own tongues. Let ev'ry eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent." Vane Charteris closed abruptly the book she was reading. She had com- menced the auotethon scarcely heeding what she read, but the sense dawned upon her as she reached the enol. She colored faintly and looked up hurriedly, then gave a sigh of relief; Soothed by the musical monotony of her voice, Stuart had fallen into a doze and the last words had had no meaning for him. Vane opened her fan and ant back; her eyes were fixed on the lovely pic- ture before her, but her thoughts were a t1unult of anger, vexation and jealousy. To find her plans upset, her hope of power pass from her in the very moment of its birth, was a bitter mortification. Her short dream of ambition was braid le - en, and for what? A mere country"g whose eyes haci bewitched Stuart, and` whose charm has. beguiled the passing hour. A feeling of self -annoyance sue- ceded tate vexation. Vane bit her lip and tapped the ground with her foot. W'trhat lead she done? Promised to who ywt eel. las yourself. =teas --here is :your For Skin Sufferers eora:tttt '1 skc my a l ' + s' y est an<i hams, and all wall g a tf. -"Vane.I• began bad ]3e stttltr..;. ped hint. "Do ss '3 ask you." she ,pleaded, and with a smile of grateful th;tnks, Stuartt rat i-.' l r.o his rowo ' A.1 % it l go well- Yes;!, mused, Vane, as elle turned hack 4 she colonnade. ""I see tar, end clearly noiv. 1 must en• Aua. Canstame: on my side, and the rest will follow in due e°ourse. Marg- ery Dew, e our chances of reigning at Crosbie Castle grow entailer and smali- er She nt":tinted the .stt;irs to her room, stopping eu the way- to exchange a few word: and embraces with ber another, wary way overjoyed to see her darling child so well and happy. Vane mrde a careful, simple toilet; she exchenged her low, pink gown for a dainty white eantbric, chose a large white hat tail gloves'of ax light tan shade and, after bidding. her maid place thent in readiness, descentletl to the hall just as her aunt arrived. MTS. Crosbie was , dismissing her groom with the ponies whren Vane in- terrupted. "Forgive me, auntie", dear,"she Said lightly; "but may i have the 'carriage this afternoon? I have an errant to perform in the village." . Mrs. Crosbie looked surprised for an instant; then she saga affably: "Certaittly, my dear. At what time shall Titus bring it. round?" "About five o'clock. Many thanks, el.tint Constance," she added, pretiilt-, as Mrs, Crosbie gaze the deeired order. Luncheon proir;eseed slowly and la- ther silently. Lade Cliarteries chattered. away to the .squire, and Mee. Cr•as'eie dilated in her preeid, "cold way upon mission work. Sir Dougltia eat anti spoke little, while Vane discussed 'the delica- cies in silence. Several times in the course of the meal she was Struck by the strange ex- pression x- t essionora Sir �ditglas of animation,{s face; a look 'theta wits a glow of eagerness that surprised her, and she deeiAed mentally that he was pondering some great problem, when she saw de, If you, or someone dear to you, have undergone the itching, burning, sleep - destroying tor- ments` of eczema or other cruel shin erup- tion and have suffered from its embarrassing, unsightly disfigure- ment ; if you have tried allmanner oftr eatment, no matter how harsh, to no avail, and have all but given up hope of cure, you can appre- ciate what it means to thousands of skin -tor- tured sufferers, from in- fancy to age, when the first warm bath with Cuticura Soap and gentle application of Cuticura Ointment brings instant relief, permits rest and sleep, and ' proves the first step in a speedy and successful treatment. eyes met. "T'1: hat't'" asked NIrs.' Crosbie atmo41 alar1 .,l,. y "Biwa hint from this if I can. The words, were uttered very quietly; and Mrs. Crosbie drew a quick breathi of relief. ""Vane," she':said, "forgive xne I was: -wrong to doubt you evert for a mo- meat' "1 know what it is," Vane Went on lturrieclly-•"5' glamor, a romance, Stuart has been here alone—he •has .been be I witched, J;ut 1 know too what a bitter' awakening it would be when the glamor was gone, the Yell of. .poetry acrd ro-• ionece torn (Iowa; and, for his sake, I will do it, Aunt Constance, ,do not think me bold—do not think ane unwo- manly. I can not help myself I would do anything for Stuartt-•-•for--for I lova him!' Vane sunk back and buried her face in her hands. Mrs. Crosbie put her arms around her niece and drew her to her shoulder. ".inwomanly, Vane?" she saiti gent- ly. '"I honor you. This is as it should. be." "Alt, you will keep my secret:, Aunt Constance`: He must not know --I would not let him know for untold gold. If we succeed in satisfying this girl's am- bition or avarice—money generally heals sumem- bertheowils as be troubled ope 1letpsmust e for a time. I, would not let him think my heart hungered for him; my pride would suffer --it would kill me." "He shall not know, I promise," Mrs. Crosbie responded, stroking Vane's soft, hair. `"But what shall we do—how break this off^. It has taken me at a disadvantage; the very thought seems so monstrous, I can not yet believe it." "I want you to humor Stuart," Vane said, "Let ldm think that you may consent eventually; be proud and cold, but not unkind. The blow must come from, her." "How?" i&tuired Mrs. Crosbie, for once roused from her calm deemanor. "She must be convinced of the useless- ness ofher as Stuart's eme. I ant messenger. e, hera think I shall pave the way at any rate." Mss. Crosbie clasped her niece's hand for an instant, and then turned. aside. (To be Continued.) the nt:,ments of her watch what was causing the struggle in Sir Douglas Ger- ant's breast as he walked to and fro be- neath the shade of the trees in the dis- tance. Vane did not look up ns s e Mrs.w Cr sr aunt approach; but she y yin a smile when she addressed her. "Se 1 hear, \'ane, that you have been nlrielpet ,Stleart, ttid 'with good resatts. J have )uh "xndat Andrerrseeana« e� sue' hia master licks slept nearly all after Boon; he will soon recover now, 1 hope.' ""1 hope so, indeed,"' said Vane, witty. She pushed forward a chair as she 1 spoke; then, as her aunt sunk into it,l she said, quietly: "Aunt Constance, 1 want to speak to you. 1 said. before It�,aheon that 1 had en errand to perforttit tate village, but 1 did not say what that errand was. 1 will tell you how." "1)o you think 1 look curious, Vane?" laughed Mrs. Crosbie, her handsome fea- tures wearing an air of satisfaction and pleasure as her gaze rested on her niece. "I am going to see Margery Dave," Vane said, slowly, letting her eyes wan- der across the sunlit lawn. but not be- fore she saw a look of surprise dawn on her aunt's face. ""See .Margery 1)awl" repeated Mrs. Crosbie. ""Why. Vane?" ""Because Stuart has asked me to go." "Stuart!" breathed his mother, halt rising from her ehair. ""\\'hat do you mean. Vane?" ""1 mean, aunt, that Stuart loves Mar- gery i)aw, and says he will make her his wife." For a time there was no reply from Mrs. Crosbie; and Vane, turning, saw a heavy frown on her handsome face. "You are jesting, of course, Vane?" she• said, at last. "Indeed, Aunt C'onstance,Iam not," returned Yliss Charteris, quietly. news surprises you'?" "Surprises"" repeated Mrs. Crosbie. "I fail to understand you at ally Vane rose and knelt besid eher aunt, "Auntie, dear," L; said, gently. "you mush not be hart[Tn poor Stuart. Ito - collect, he has eyes, and this girl is beautiful. 1 have seen her, and love is 17 "lies he asked you to plead for him?" interrupted Mrs. Crosbie, coldly. "No; he told me his secret this morn- ing, urged by 1 know not 'what," ani \'une let her eyes wander away again. "Perhaps he went on, after a briet : is ,i; ALL iia. ' (Puck.) L'riend—I was lust in the Art Gallery, admiring your "Napoleon After Water- loo." The fidelity and expression on Bon- apa.rte's face is wonderful. Where did S•ou get it ? lv1r. Dobber—From lite. I got my wife, to pose for me in the morning after she gars her first reception. House flies . are hatched in manure and revel in filth. Scien- tists have ,discovered that they are largely responsible for the spread of tuberculosis, typhoid, diphtheria, dysentry, infantile di- seases of the bowels, etc. Every packet of Wilson's Fly Pads will kill more 'flies than 300 sheets' of .Sticksr paper. r s ---- HIGH SPEED HEARING. (Miami Record.) Two negroes gv: u a row with a white mar.. The latter had a revolver and fired a shot. The darkies did a mar- athon stunt until out of range, when one of the negroes said to his friend:. "Did you hear dat bullet?" "Deed I did. X hearn 1t twice!!" "'What do you mean by dat?" asked the first one. I hearn dat bullet once when it pass- me and den anoder t?me when I passed to da nl hie jaws set with e I the warm termination. stir . herself had many pause, evctnehideainf him promptednterest momentous thnii hts troubling her; but her maner was placidly serene. She was lint taat I nte, and annot toil toit be spoke friend en - awaiting her opportunity to speak alone ly with Mrs. 'Crosbie, and thought . tofter - asA1 w eeree he•trled Mrti. freebie's lip. ufeet her purpose imnrsdt Y "lie evidently thought union was luIn this,thher strength," she rental: ed, dryly. In wlioainler,. by was foiled; aunt was claimed by the haus; keeper `�citnn* �instafrtcbyuu� ill not Vhear your on account of domestic affairs, and it anger b _, waspast four o'clock before sae was quickly. dropped"1-1 ant 11 is friend,r ami—" liberated. tier head At last Vane sat her chance. She had ed. Then site went on hurriedly, "It is seated herself in the colonnade, wb'eh not his bfault—of hat va f sure a ur blame ou was a favorite lounge for the whole tit house in summer, timG,, a• nd from net any oes he expect me to receive leer?" asked Mrs. Ciosbie, quietly. "1 think so. But listen to me. 1i1.int MAT AWF BACKACHE Cured by Lydia E. phnkhatn's Vegetable Compound Morton's Gap, Kentucky.—"I suf. fered two years with female disorders, my health was very sr bad and I had a continual backache which was simply awful. 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