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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1911-10-13, Page 4ear," he said gently, in his meet', zones, "is there something • you o do for you? Any husinees-?" business,' she laughed faintly, exactly -anything • you caite-•^do aeon* t lcent—do } onlyI ewl-yo$-s he s,; broke moved a little out oofthe donne` looked up at him, oy YOU . will." my I will," he answered, start. be strained and set expression of: • the look that was almost Idler.: ayes -"why, Joy, surely you are id to ask mo Lulythine? Try ip am really an elder brother to o have always been like brother. er-ask nee -what.. you like." 't -want you for an 'elder bro- oy said softly, a sudden note of iu her shaking voice; "I -I don't I care about -elder brothers, is it you want me to do?" Row o was patient and puzzle& The o stood by the window, in her own, her fano hidden again in the. hat curiously mischievous note ;voice. was a new Joy. Be could eretand how he felt as if it were ger who spoke to him, and yet -- into the garden," she cried "I don't think -I can't tell yon. Come -out into the air. I can't in the drawing -room, it is se hot IVY 1" you are shivering," he exclaimed, allowed her rapid footetep3 aexoes the lbwn,.under the trellis of roam, and down, theel7ehvray between the larkspurs and tie lilies,' that gleamed white in the moonta'eams, Why do you shiver, if you aro hot?" I -I don't know," she answered; with a little gasp, "at least—I do know—its-"-17e- cause—I'm so frightened." "Frightened? Frightened of me, ;ley? ,That is the matter with you, dear? What flee happened to you? Why are you frightened?" 'they stood now on the bank under the ash -tree, in Joy's little dell, whither ehe had led him. `Phe•great landscapebeiot•;- them, bathed in moonlit radiance, strett i eel like a silver sea towards the misty rim of the horizon; a soft little wind' whispered amongst the trees, in the .Sxazel copse, and from the garden behind .came the souud of the nightingale's song, But for those soft summer sounds the Mast stillness of night seemed to wrap round the man and the girl; and as 'Roger's voice ceased, Joy found herself, Wonder, ing whether in the silence, he could hear the beatiug of her heart. • ' "Why are you frightened?" he repeat- ed insistently, and she drew in her breath with a little terrified gam "•Beeause—" she turned to face him, and all atonce the quick beating of her heart lessened, a new courage came to her, she no longer trembled, "because it want to ask you to—stay--in England'," she said. "To stay in England? But I couldn't do that. I am too old to find work •beep, A colony is my only chance, and I have an actual job offered me in Sydney. .' I must go." Must-you—go?" She spoke more soft- ly. She came nearer to his side, her hand touched his arm. "Must you go, Roger,When—I-•-want you to stay?" ' It is out of the question," he answer- ed hastily, and trying to speak il.rmly "why do you ask me such a curious thing, Toy?" I think," slie said, with haif a sot .half a laugh, ' I do really think you are-justa -little bit -dense -Roger. Don't; yen -see -that I want -I mean -I am asking you - to -to -stop -and -and help manage .alt my horrible fortune—" she ended abrtistly, and in a way she had not ixi ilio haft meant to end her sentence. 'But you have Strachey and Dearme to look after both fortune and pronorty,"ihe replied, a puzzled note. again in "his }'etrp,e, "you. don't meed' nee..and "besides, 'T..;^�n a neer man, ;dear: 1 :n./sidu't, England. I must go .x The Jz nud that tat s 'lI r r. shoo& it, with a little impatient shak "Certainly yon:. are dense, ""she wil,is- pered, creeping yet closer to him. "I never used think you wore, but now'I am sure of it. You -you wouldn't' have to wore -if -you -stayed -here -with -me." "Stayed -here -with -you?" ' Roger drew back from her sharply; there was a ring of imperiousness' in his voice. "What do you mean? Are., you pitying me for being poor? Are you. .try- ine• to offer me some of the goodness you are showering on Aunt Rachel. I cannot accept that, even from you, little Joy." The torrents of words was almost flung at her. but over the last two, his voice changed and faltered, and that tiny fal- ter gave her courage. "Couldn't you?" She rubbed her bright head softly against his shoulder."Ceuinn't -you-accept-little -- joy -herself -tenth -she is fiiuging herself at your head?" "Joy!" It was the only word he could utter -the only one he felt capable of tit- tering, but his arms gathered her close, his head bentv o ex hers,andinstill- ness, that was broken ly y ttheight- ingale's song, he gently kissed her lips. How could I let you go?" she said pre.: sently, when they were making their slow way back to the house; "the very thought of your going was breaking my heart; and I knew you were too proud to speak -and so I--I-was unwomanly and hor- rid," You were the bravest, truest woman in all the world," he answered. "I can't bear the thought of your money -even now -but—" But you can't very well say no to a lady who asks you to marry her oa t you, Roger?" she asked softly, her pretty eyes shining in the moonlight. You had to say, yes, hadn't"you?" "1 had to say it, because you are the heart of my heart, little Joy," he .an. swered passionately. "Dont you know that you aro my whole world?" "It took mo a very long time to make' you understand," she answered demure. ly, "that you are the whole of my world, tool" Anel then he kissed her again. w ,ere" Aunt Reeled gave him a loving greeting, she left the 'two alone together, and Sew upstairs to her own room, her pulses leaping with intoxicating little thrills that almost frightened her. Violet's words were true. Oh, yes! Violet's words were certainly true, She knew it now; she was no lou - ger troubled by any doubts, any tire- some speculations. The tone of Roger's voice, when he had whispered, "tete e Joy little Joy!" the look in Roger's Cyte, as her own met them --those were both unmistakable signs which she could not misread. They had for ever stilled all doubts and questionings. No girl in the world could have been mora simple -hearted than Joy; no girl could have been less of a coquette, less given to imagining thata man who was i friendly must needs be n love with her- laut even she --simple, frank, almost boy- ish by nature, had read, and read right- ly, the look in Roger's face—the meaning of his words. 'Whilst she dressed for dinner she sang a gay little song, and Roger. hearing her from his room further along the pas- sage, felt more than half disposed to re- sent the gaiety in the ireeh young voice; it did not accord well with the tears that shone iu her eyes just now-teare brought there, he had thought, by the tidings of his imminent departure- At dinner, too, Joy was unusually tallcative—even Aunt Rachel wondered how "the child" could find the heart to talk so fast and so cheerfully when Roger was going away. Perhape Aunt Rachel's absorption in her beloved nephew prevented her from no- ticing the unusual brightness of Joy's eyes and cheeks; and from observing that the eager conversation owed its ori- gin to suppressed excitement, not to spon- taneous gaiety of heart. And Roger: be- ing a man, saw only the surface gaiety, and seeing no cause for it, nor realizing that there was anything beneath it, felt his resentment burn a little more deeply. "I will do it; Joy had said those words before she left her room, nodding to her own blushing reflection in the glass, and -"I will do it." she repeated over and over again in the course of dinner, whilst the talked faster than ever to drown the fears that set her heart throbbing every time her •eyes met Roger's puzzled, half - resentful glance. And if 1 don't do it soon, I shall never be able to screw up my courage a second time," sire refleoted, when, dinner overt. she followed Aunt Rachel tote the draw- ing -room. "I want to put it eff, and &aren't' -'pa, 'i .simply aaren'tt• T„ siren • levo to do •et 'to -night' -or, --never.. Mont Rachel's eyes were a little 1u.z led now, as they rested on Joy's pink cheeks, and heard the girl's frequent laugh ring through the drawing -room. "I can't understand it, she thought, "Joy has always seemed so fond of Roger. e was sure she would feel very much hie sDing away so suddenly. And now she eems -she seems like a person bewitch- ed, added the bewildered old lady, when 17oy, having sung a song, shut the piano end moved restlessly about the drawing - loom, putting a book straight here, ar- oy s • iii' er 'Birt ]him- more than he cared t own; and the shadow of the coming per ing hung over nim with fur- ttleigseieealBut eherhe evnnadeznd,thmr° est - less and talkative did Joy become, and the more puzzled grew her two compan- ions -neither of whom could guess that she was dreading' yet longing for, nine o'elock, when Miss Rachel would go to bed, and she and Roger would be alone. "And then I shall do it, I shall do it, I shall do it," she said to herself, the sentence repeating itself in her brain, until she could scarcely hear the banal words she was saying with her lips. With feverish nervousness she watched the hands of the clock, wishing at one mo- ment that it might be put back; at the next, fervently desiring to hear the sil- very chimes strike the hour. But when, at last, the slow, sweet tones drifted out in- to the room, she fell suddenly silent -the laughing words she had been speaking died on her lips, she looked at Aunt Ra- chel, rising from the sofa and putting away her spectacles and knitting, and a great fear leapt into her eyes. "Are you going, Aunt Rachel?" she said. "Why do you go so early? Couldn't you stay up a little longer to -eight -dust to -night?" "My darling, I mustn't keep Greys= waiting. I told her I would go up punctu- ally at nine; and I think you had better not be very late yourself. You --you seem tired, dear, and you look flushed." Aunt Rachel's cool lingers touched Joy's cheek. The girl laughed, but it was not like her usual spoutaneous, happy laugh- ter. I am not tired, you dear little auntie," she stooped and kissed the old (tee ten- derly, 'and I -won't be late." Iter voice trembled, and as Roger left the Teem to escort Miss Rachel upstairs, she went quickly to the open French window, and Ieaning against it, looked out across the garden, where, • in the moonlight the ce- dars made black shadows over the• dais- ies, and a nightingale sang amongst the roses. Joy drew a long breath of the scented summer air, then shivered as though there were a chill in the warm June night; and, at the sound of Rogers.steps in the room behind her, she put her hand against thewindow-pane to steady bor. self, because, as she all at once realized, she' was trembling from head to foot. "The clear little aunt is go radiantly happy hero," Roger said, coining. to the fieri s side; ,it Inas ca blessed t ; ght of • ur .-� "I w^ht to speak to you,:' Joy 'broke not even aware that she interrupted hien, nor •oven conscious that be had spoken, sa impossible was it to hear anything. but the beating of her own heart, "I-want- to--ask-you-something," Roger peered down at her, but her face was in deep shadow, he could see nothing of its expression. Only he realized that she was shivering, and that her hands were tightly locked together, and that there was something electric. compelling, in the atmosphere that surrounded her. CtA cur.t � J, U V:p i � F r q i So'.• # x f ,lf . _. ,. ... nIh Ointment Entirciy Cure:�} qr r . M L i of Itc •"I just want to say a good word for Cut'cura Soap and Ointment, Four or five years ago I was in Port Arthur, and I had an attack of the itch. It certainly was an intolerable nuisance. Tho itching was prin- cipally at nights before I went to bed. 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"I suppose they mean` to ring all the afternoon, though Roger and Joy cannot possibly be here before five!"„ • The bell ringers evidently had no thought of .shirking their welcome to the young couple, who were to -day returning from their honeymoon; for although two o'clock had not long since struck, the bells rang out, peal upon peal; and if the ringers were busy in the church tower, the rest.of the village was no less busy employed in putting the finishing toifeh- es . to a triumphal arch beneath which Joy and her husband were presently to drive, Lady Martindale had firmly de- clared that she must, and would, move to the Dower House before the newly -wed- ded pair came home; but both Joy and Roger had so earnestly implored her to remain at Standen 'Towers, at least until they arrived, and until future arrange- ments could be definitely made. that she had yielded to their wishes. CHAPTER XXII. Gertrude Martindale was in her boudoir alone. The month was November, and outside her window there spread over the landscape the same November greyness that had lain upon garden and park and woodland on that November day, two years before, the day of her husband's death, lust au on that other afternoon; neither tbe glowing brightness of the wood fixe, nor the cushioned ar"n-chair placed enticingly near the book -strewn table be- fore it, could draw her from her oontem- platten of the outside worldf so today, again, she stood by the window, looking silently from the garden to tho misty meadows from the misty meadows to the barely visible hills. In the garden some late blossoms were to be seen, as though summer, loath to go, had lether hand still rest gently here and there. Clomps of Michaelmas daisies lifted starry lilac flowers to the grey sky; a few marigolds 'still shone•, againet the dull brown of the earth, and clumps of 4ahliae; yet un- touched by frost, showed patches of crim- eon end wh-t;_ and. venr,w upon the back- i7,7.0-and ack-,, ounl of dark shrubberies. ' Oil one or two sheltered places on the wall monthly roses showed pink fagee amongst their fast -withering loaves; even a Giorio do Dijon had opened ite ereaxity •, petals in a gorgeous setting of Virginia i creeper. , Autumn fta)ee had been few that yr r;; t the' trees were not swept entirely bate, and although only scattered leavep of brown and orange hung upon the bcaclh- ts, the oaksglowed like burnished cop- per, and the elms in their autumn drne stood in stately splendor --sentinels of geld. seeress the misty meadows, and the sweep of park, there drifted the sound of church bells ---a Clear, triuxonleant peal --and Ger- trude's lips parted in a smile, "They ai'e beginning in good time," she Now, standing at the window of her boudoir, a little smile was on her lips because of those pealing bells and what they. signified -she wished that she had adhered to her own original plan, that she had movedto the Dower House and deft the- young people to begin their, new. bone life .alone.• And, looking out to- arde the grey sky that brooded over_the ll),landscape she,.felt'ia desolate sense;: .t loneliness, of iselatiou, of aloofness,• -from` all the happy augury of those nee), hie bells. Tho grey sky seemed to her like • a' counterpart of her own life, which but for those brief mouths of her early wifehood, had been so grey and so lonely. •Looking bath over the two years just Peet, and over the long, long, years that had gone before, she fell to wondering whether Jasper had over really loved her at all?' Whether he had ever loved any- body but the fair and lovely girl whose image was with Sim on his death -bed, whose miniature he had kept amouget his dearest treasures -the girl who had been Joy's mother? Tho Jasper she her- self had. known and loved was not the same Jasper whose heart broke when Marjory, his wife, died; he had never looked at her With the, eager, laughing eyoe which she had learnt to know for the first time, when she saw his miniature, found amongst Marjory's possessions. The Jasper she had known, was au older man, saddened -perhaps hardened -oaring for her passionately, nato1y but surely with pas- sion only. just for those few short months; and then relapsing into the silent, stony man, whose bitter words and harsh tem- per and total indifference to her and her love, had broken her heart. In those days she had sometimes imagined that the vicissitudes of his early youth had left these traces of hardening and embittering influence upon her husband. For it was only a short time before he and she met, that:Jasner had become. a rich man. Two lives, two young and vigorous lives, had previously stood between him and the Standen Towers inheritance; and his ear. Tier life had been spent as a struggling artist in a Bohemian world. In that world of Bohemia he must have met and wooed the little governess, Marjory Falk. per, with -her lovely face, and no lees lovely soul. Gertrude, trying now to re- construct tbe hast, fancied. that s5e could build up the whole story about those two. who had loved' so deeply, who had known So brief a span of happiness; those two, who had left behind them as a pledge of their great love, and their great joy, a child who carried with her everywhere the very seal and symbol of the name she bore. The thought of Joy brought back to Gertrude's lips the smile that had slowly faded from them; there was a softened look upon her whole face; and as she turned from the window the bitteruesx passed from her eyes - "No one will ever fail Joy--as-two men have failed me," so her reflections ran, as she sat down before the fire and spread out her hands to the blaze. "Jasper first. and then Godfrey, my husband and me friend. I believed in them both -ah! how I believed in them! and they both Palled mo--Nobody•will ever fail Joy -oho giver herself out to the whole world; she goo half way to meet every other living soul. She is always giving -giving -giving: nev- er clamoring for what she can get. Where did the child learn to be so loving? - And she is right - "To give, not to get, is the root of all love --all religion—all life. To give -not to get." She sat very still, looking deep into the heart of the Are, her thoughts once more intent on all that had come and gone in the last two years. Jasper's half -finish- ed letter to her; the shock and surprise of discovering his first marriage; the search for his child; Godfrey's care and tenderness, and his helpful' friendship which had wrapped her round. until --Vio- let came. Next, her own blind .jealousy of the youugor, lovelier woman; the revelation to her of depths of primitive passion.annt.. elemental womanhood in herself that she never dreamt she possessed; the hardeu- ing process of which she'had been dimly conscious, and against which 'she. hap scarcely even tried to etruegle.-. All these Passed in review before her now: Life had dealt hardly with her; Fate' had struck her heavy blows; and the had adopted the attitude of hardening her- self until she no longer suffered from life's buffets, no longer winced under the blown. of Fate. If she had not actually hate•:. Violet, the had at least come perilously near to hating her; and she had deliber- ately thrust aside every softening influ- ence, every inner voice that strove to speak to her of gentler thinge. She had bared her soul to that hardening process, and her dumb acceptance of pain had been nothing but sullen resistance to a remorse- less. power -the building of her nature into a wall of adamant that nothing should work upon or soften. And then -Joy had come. Joy, with her sunny face, her sweet eyes, her loving personality; Joy, who had brought with her" an indefinable atmosphere of happi- ness, that made other natures soften s and open out before it tens and the flowers open asthe earthrof- n to the sunlight, "Joy was my salvation!" Gertrude spoke aloud, her eyes following. the motion of the leaping flames -"because of what she is, she has saved me. Ah!" -she bent her bead suddenly upon her hands, "the beautiful life is all giving. What one gets for one's self is of no consequence. To give all the time, is all that really matters!" The door opened softly. Sir Godfrey is in the drawing -room," the footman said, "he would be glad to know if your ladyship could see him for a few minutes." A rush of old wounded pride tempted her to Bond down an exouse-a dismissal. IID had hurt her so intolerably; her proud nature had winced and quivered, when she had found herself supplanted not only by a younger and lovelier rival, but by one whose breeding and educa- tion made the rivalry torr'ibly bard to bear. 'BIG BEN" OE WE'STMINiSTl B• i'he Great Clock Has Just Harp a Necessary Melling. "Big Ben" has had his face wash - d. Dotted about on Westminster fridge, groups of leisurely London- 'rs and interested tourists might lave been seen at any hour, • re- ently during the three days recibir= :d for the operation, gazing upward ,t the clock -tower of the Houses of ?arliament, watching a, .small, slack, hor'iz'ontal patch on the face of the dial. To keen eyes studying t intently, the little dark spot re- olved itself into a- suspended plat- 'orm with two men upon it. - A.t one time the group became it +rowd, watching breathlessly, while :,he, two men, two hundred feet in he air, struggled with the great ninute-hand, weighing two hun- lledweight, which eventually sep- trated from the clock -face and rung over their heads like a huge ;word, that, caught in the wird, swung and whirled, as if in titanic nenace. But they brought it under 'ontrol, and it was finally drawn up oy ropes to the balcony above them. Notonly did Big Ben's face, sadly streaked and smutted with several years of London grime, receive a necessal'y cleaning, but also his nore important inward parts. The great clock was found, however, to be in admirable condition. The works were designed by an amateur clock -maker, .afterward the, first Lord Grimthorpe, and a special factory to carry out the design was started. Since the day they were started in 1858 the works have been in the care of Messrs. Dent, and they continue to keep excellent time. They report their own behavior auto- matically to Greenwich t-tvce a. day, and the report of the as- tronomer stronomer royal to the Board of Visitors of Greenwich Observatory for Big Ben's jubilee year (1908) stated that the apparent error in the time shown by the hands of Big Ben was not greater than five -tenths of a second on forty-nine per cent. of the days observed, and that it never on any occasion exceeded four seconds. Big Ben was named after Sir Benjamin Hall, the first commis- sioner of works at the time the clock was built; in the middle fifties of the last century. The great bell to which the name was originally ap- plied was one which was found to be cracked almost immediately it Was cast. It was taken down ale most at onceand its suecesor,; now , itself eracked was 'placed in the' tower in its stead. 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We want him to sit around and take things easy and give himself time to think and keep his head clear. We don't want him to get out and chop down trees ; we want him to be able to select men who can do that work to the greatest .advantage and with the greatest economy. "Seine of us know men on sight and some don't. I hope, Stevey,• that you will turn out to be a good judge of men." The woman who looks younger than she re hasn't much cause far worry. Knieker--"What do you think would make the world better ?" Booker—"If folks took advice like umbrellas."