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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1906-05-25, Page 7Of its Absolute Purity and Delicious Flavor CEYLON GREEN TEA is rapidly taking the place of Japan. Lead packets only. 40c, 50c and 60c per Ib. At ail grocers. FROEEST AWARD see Louie, 1904 drA Bereft of sympathy, life would be but a struggling mass of discordant atoms, without coherence, without harmony. Justice might guide our actions—even generosity might bestow its bounty; yet, needing that centripetal attraction, hu- man souls would fly further and further from each other. Sympathy, too, is the informing soul of genius. The power to put one's self in another's place—to un- derstand by the magic of fellow feeling his strength and weakness to penetrate those dusky mental centres where lurk the meanness and deceit of which he is ashamed, and by which he is nevertheless actuated—the broad kindliness that dis- dains no atom of humanity, but sees a possible self in the poorest and most fallen—these bestow the faculty of true second sight on him who perceives much, because he loves much. Mme. Debrisay and Mona were bappy together, because they thoroughly understood each other. There were depths in Mona's nature, perhaps, beyond the reach of madanie's plummet; but there w es nothing in hers to make it discordant. Indeed, the more it was called upon, the snore readily did it respond—as a high -mottled steed an- swers to the spur, or breaks its heart in the attempt. Mona enjoyed thn pleasure of answer- ing Lady Finistoun's letter. It was so delightful to be remembered after many days. The last lesson had been given—the last promises to write "directly they re- turned to town" spoken, and Mme. Deb- risay and the junior partner, meeting ac- cidentally in the train, walked home to- gether. "I do think," said the former, "that ours is the neatest garden in the villas; but I fancy the trees are turning a lit- tle already." "The green has deepened, that is all," returned Mona. "Look, Deb! Mrs. Pita- ' afford has put up a card- Mr. Rigden must begoing sooner than we thought." "Well, I shall not be sorry, though I must say the dog has behaved very well lately. I will ask Mrs. Puddiford to come up after tea. I suppose he is going. I do hope she will let the rooms soon. Mr. Ridgen had returned early, and in- formed her that he had found better and cheaper rooms—that he was going away to the country the next day—that he would take his dog. and would net return; therefore Mrs. Puddiford might make out his amount at onee as he did not intend to hold any further communi- cation with her. "Ile spoke that disdainful, ma'am, that I felt choked like! To lose a good, re- gular paying lodger, and him parting unfriendly, is trying." "No doubt it is, Mrs. Puddiford, but you will have nearly a fortnight's tent, and in that time I'll find another ten- ant for you. I have one in my eye." "Weil'm and I hope you will succeed, for the sight of those rooms lying emp- ty is enough to give me indigestion" "Whom do you think of Deb? Not my uncle!" exclaimged Mona, when the land- lady had retreated. "Yes, I do, dear. Then I could keep my eye on him and it would give us much less trouble to look after his little wants if he were in the same house." "Well, really, Deb, 1 em afraid he would bore us greatly—though it is rath- or unkind and selfish to say so." "Yes, it is, cheek. and I am ashamed of you. But let the poor soul have a bit of comfort, while he is in this strange wilderness of a place; it will help him It certainly is a bad season." "Yes; she will fret a good deal if she does not." And Mrs. Puddiford disclosed a tale of woe. to get better all the quicker, and then he will be off to his residence in the west of Scotland. Perhaps he wile return our hospitalities by inviting us to stay with hien next year. I'd like a month in the ITighlands, and if you will only be guided by me, house and land and all will be yours." "House and land. Why Deb, you are more imaginative than ever. However, do as you like. I am awfully selfish, I am afraid, but I dread that poor Uncle Sandy may spoil our holiday." The following morning brought a let- ter from Mr. Craig, written in what had been a business hand, now run to seed, and exceedingly shaky. He had been, he said, excdingly un- well, and confined to the house with a bad eold; that he was now considerably better, and proposed calling on Wednes- day, first when he hoped his niece and her friend—the orthography of whose name had escaped him—would assist in finding him suitable lodgings, as his pre- sent abode was cold and damp, and most prejudicial to his peculiar condition." "Wednesday first," repeated Mona. "Does he mean Wednesday next,4—that will be to -morrow." "He win come just in the nick of time," exclaimed Mine. Debrisay. "He is the very man for the rooms upstairs, and they are the rooms for him. Now, leave everything to me." Mme. Debrisay lost no time in advis- ing Mrs. Puddiford to put the rooms in order, as it was probable that a gen- tleman would look at them next day. "A very advantageous tenant, Mre. Puddiford," added madame with some importance. 'He is wealthy, but some- what eccentric. He does not wish to be considered poor or to seem poor—still he is sound and reliable, and will be most punctual." "I am sure madam, it will be rare luck to rent my rooms straight off, and to a relation of Miss Craig's too." "I will come up and look at them, Mrs. Puddifrod." "They are all in disorder now, ma'am; but I never let real dirt lay about." So. Mme. Debrisay ascended, and re- mained some time absent. When she returned she took up the needlework she had Left and said, grave- ly— "Mona, my heart, write a line to your uncle; ask him to take hes bit of din- ner with us to -morrow, and mention that there are rooms to let in this house; but if they do not suit him we will look for others," "I will ask him to dinner, certainly; but let us leave the question of lodg- ings to the chapter of acidents." "Mona, I feel a conviction that you should not let the nice old man slip through your fingers." "Dearest Deb, why do you talk as if I believed he had many thousands to bequeath, which I do not." Mme. Debrisay opened her lips to speak and then closed them firmly, keep- ing silent for some instants. "Well, dear," she said at length, "may be you are right. I am a little inclined to follow 'Will-o'-the-wisps;' take your own way." "You are wise Deb after al],' return- ed, Mona, going to the writing -table, and beginning a note to her uncle. "Of course if he chooses to take the rooms, I will make no objection." "We will go out after dinner," ob- served Mine. Debrisay, "and I'll get some ribbon for your hat. You will see if I don't turn out something equal to Madame Isabelle." "I have no doubt you can—" And Mine. Debrisay glided skillfully away from. the subject in dispute. "There's the 'World,' ma'am, just come in," said Mrs. Puddiford next morning. "Mr. Rigden, he have left no address, and I think I need not worrit myself about it so I leave it with you to look at." "Thank you!" returned Mine. Debri- say. "I dare say there isn't a word of truth in all these papers say but it am- uses one at an idle holiday time to look at it." "Yes! poor grannie used to read it, and laugh and grumble al the time. It was amusing to hear her comparisons of the present with the past. She was very clever. She never railed at the differ- ences which had come about. She evi- dently preferred things as they used to be, but accepted changes inevitable, and probably improvements for a younger generation." "Ab! Mel!" interrupted Mme. Debri- say. "Listen to this. It is a paragraph among 'What people say'—. "Play has ben unusually high for the time of year at Monte Carlo. One trio has lost or won large sums, and the ha- bitues of the Salle de Jeu have, night after night, hung absorbed on the fluc- tuations of their fortunes. One of these is a Rusian prince, well known in fash- ionable circles, both in London and Paris. Another is an Austian baron, celebrat- ed for his theatrical speculations. The third, whose hick at first astonished the oldest frequenters of these famous rooms, is a young Englishman of good fortune and respectable connections — Mr. Leslie Waring—whose horse was the favorite for the Derby, and was so un- expectedly beaten, seemed to have recov- ered the favor of the fickle goddess, but has since lost very heavily. He shows great plucky and is said to await with confidence "the turn of the tide."'" Madame laid down the paper with a sigh. "I am sorry for that poor fellow!" she exclaimed. "And so am I, heartily sorry," said Mona, stopping abort in her task of re- arranging some flowers. "Ahl if he had a good wife to keep him stranght " "Don't!" cried Mona. "Don't; .1. can- not bear it. And, you are mistaken, Deb; it is not my fault. Mr. Waring in o me mise, his tendency was to contributed some flowers and a groveing gable — his natural inclination. He was honest and true, poor fellow! Oh! has he no friend to keep hire. straight!" "Hum!"''the friend that •could page guided mem he could not get," "Still I can not—I will 'not blame my. self. lie has forgotten miebeng ago; end as I am sure ,I should have made him but a cold, unsympathetic wife, he might have gambled all the same, if 1 uad of married him. You are too cruel, Deb!" "Ah, grand Dieu1 Don't cry, my dar- lin', You'll loolc a perfect fright, when your uncle comes! and; old er young, none of them have any feeling for an ill -looking woman. Besides, you aro quite right. If the poor young man was a born gambler, maybe he would have beggared you. Do not think any more about him. You have done the flowers beautifully." "But I can't help thinking! I really liked Mr. Waring. He had a fine nature in some ways, and oh! •I do hope lie is none the worse, really—fore having met nee." "Well, there is no use in troubling your headonbout hien now." Mona made no reply, but she did not think the less. "Uncle Sandy arrived in as"sawb," and Time. Debrisay in her nook black dress —she never wore colors—and a pretty lace cap, went out to assist his descent from the vehicle. A sharp wrangle en- sued over the fare, from_ which Mr. Craig —cool, persistent, and utterty impervi- ous to insult, where "Biller" was ton- cerned—came forth triumphant. Mona, who had been making sauce for the salad, according to Mine. 1)ebrisays recipe, had just placed the salad bowl on the table, when he stumped in with the aid of a stick and umbrella. "Weel," he said, tumbling into a chair and holding out his hand to. Mona, "1 did not think I would live to see you again, but here I am." "You are looking better than I hoped to see you," she said, kindly. "Eh! I have been awfu' bad, and I am varra lonely in yon place. Woman- kind are aye thoughtful for the sick end weak, and I am pleased to take my bit dinner wi' you." "And we are glad to see you." "Can ye cook ?" was kis next ques- tion. "Well, not much." "You see, my dear sir," cried Mme. Debrisay, "the dear child has not ranch opportunity of learning; but she has a natural aptitude which I endeavor to cul- tivate." "That's right; every woman ought to cook. Ye see, that's their natural work, that and doctoring—I don't mean pre- scribing medicine, but Being to its be- ing swaltuwed." By this time dinner lead been placed on the table, and Uncle Sandy appreci- ated fried sole, some boiled fowl, white sauce, and a ehoufleur au gratin, prepar- ed by Mme .Debrisay's tyro and still pretty hands. He spoke little while h3 eat, belonging to that unaffected class whiz think that dinner means eating—not ; ocial enjoy- ment. When he had had enough, 1.o pushed. away his plate, ,and glancing ',t Mme. Debrisay and Mona, who h, ten inlet- some waiting for him, , tee o at some length, and then—v.', deliberate- ly took a vial from his pocket, dropped a certain quantity into a glass, added water, and drank it. "Ah!" he said, "I have hada good din- ner, which is conducive to digestion. Now, Mona, what is the meaning of that bit card in the window; is to to say the rooms are to let?" "They are, uncle." "Then, if they are not too costly, I will take them. That young man—auld Robertson's son—has not behaved as he should, and it is as web I should have my brother's daughter to look after me." 1 shall be very happy to do all I can for you, uncle; but you must remember that when my pupils come back to town, I shall be obliged to go out a great deal." "\ever mind. Pupils 'or no pupils, you stick to me." Mme. Debrisay gave a slight nod and a proud glance, expressing, "Didn't I tell you?" most distinctly. "I'll look after you, if you will look after me!" he continued. "Whenever Ma- dame will come with me, I will go up- stairs and see the place." This intention was duly carried out, and Uncle Sandy, after castful examina- tion, pronounced all to be "very good." "It would suit me wool to bide under the same roof with ye both" (he said. "baith"), "and I do not wish to give any trouble. When ye buy for yersel's, ye can buy for me. When ye have a pleas- ant book ye can ]end it to me, and when I am frailer than my ordinair, she," a nod to Mona, "can read to me. N oo, I'll give a—I don't mind, twenty-five shillin' a week, for the twa rooms." "Let us see Mrs. l'iddiford," •quoth Mme. Debrisay. Whereupon a long discussion arose. Mr. Craig had no objection to be a monthly tenant. "I have let my wee place for two years," he said, ' and I can bide better here than elsewhere," So after some haggling, for the would not hear of looking elsewhere, he became Mrs. Puddiford's tenant from the follow- ing Monday at the large rent of five pounds ten per month. Uncle Sandy lost no time in shifting his quarters. Early in the forenoon of the day on which his week in the Camden Town lodgings 'ended, he appeared at West- bourne Villas with all his effects. It was a curious collection—a battened leather portinantcau, a couple of cush- ions strapped on top of it; a tin box, bursting with the number of medicine bottles, lotions, and embrocations tram- med into it; a large, untidy parcel of books, tied with many pieces of twine knotted together; and one inexplicable item—a large, wile -mouthed, brown earthen jar, a square of canvas fastened carefully over the orifice. Theeee—a' spare umbrella and two walking sticks of dif- ferent thickness—were oarcfully trans - forted to his apartmenes. Mona and madame/ had endeavored to ake them look neat and cheerful, hod t ld h' If 1 ' d fern to the decoration of the sitting room and flattered themselves that Mr. Craig would be charmed with the attention. "Ah!" he groaned—a guttural "ah dropping into a chair as soon as he had mounted to his rooms, "It's an awfu' way up! I was better on the ground - floor in yon house." "Oh, I hope you won't regret the change`!" said Mnie. Debrisay, politely. "You will not want to go up or down stairs much; and you see the folding doors to your chambre a coucher make it nice and airy" "To my what?" asked Uno]e Sandy. "1 dinna understand foreign tongues." "Your bedroom. You see, my dear sir I am half French, and the language I have been so long accustomed to slips out now and then." Uncle Sandy gave an inarticulate grunt in reply to this explanation, and then, looking round and sniffing vigor- ously he exclaimed: "What's that I smell so strong?" "Perhaps these flowers," returned Mo- na, who came in as he spoke, carrying his sticks and umbrella. "Ay, no doubt. Just take them away, will ye? They are varra unwholesome." "Not in your sitting room, uncle, sure- ly ?" said Mona, smiling at the idea of the useless trouble she had taken, "I am no so sure; and you must remember I'm frail—varra frail; it's my breathing and my beck, and my puir, puir limbs" — in accents of the tenderest self-pity— that just wears and distresses me from morn till night." "It is very trying!" said Mine. Debri- say, sympathetically. Mona unstrapped the cushions, and placed one behind him. "Thank ye, thank ye, dearie," in a more amiable tone. "Would you Iike any refreshment?" asked Mme. Debrisay. "Weel, I might take a biscuit and a glass of apollinaris water." "Water alone, my dear sir? Will you not put something in to qualify it?" "I am a temperance man, you see; but the doctors sav I ov: ht to take a deep whiskey for my stomach's sake." 'I am so sorry! but we bave not such a thing in the house. 1 will send Jane for some." "London whiskey!" cried Uncle Sandy, very audibly; adding with pious earnest- ness, "God forbid!" Then, rising, he clutched Mona's arm with one hand and his stick with the other. "1 lk,ve a drap- pie in my portuiantle, a'L I'll just get it." "Can 1 get it for you, uncle?" "Naw!" very decidedly. "I never give my keys to anyone!" • With many groans he bent his knees, leaning heavily on Mona—for the port- manteau had been placed on the floor— and managed to unlock it. Mona had stepped back as soon as he let her go, lest he should think her inquisitive; but the heavy lid was too much for hint. "Why don't ye give me a han'?" he asked, querulously. Mona came to his assistance, and the exceedingly mired contents of the port- manteau were displayed to view. NERVOUS CHILDREN, St. Vitus Dante, Neuralgia and Head- aches Common Among School Children. St„ Vitus dance is a disease that is becoming more and more frequent among school children. Young peo- ple tiro the nerves with study and trouble tages the form of neuralgia, headache, nervous exhaustion, weak- ness of the limbs and mnuscles, and what we call "being run down." In , other cases St, Vitus dance is the re.- suit, e'-sult, and the sufferer frequently loses all control of the limbs, which keep up a constant jerking and twitching. There is only one way to cure the trouble -through the blood which feeds and strengthens the nerves. And Dr. Willims' Pink Pills are the only medicine that can make the new rich, red blood that feeds the nerves and strengthens every part of the body The ease of Flossie Doan, of Crowland, Ont., proves the value of Dr, Williams' Pink Pills. „ Mrs. Doan says: "A couple of years ago my daughter Flossie was dangerous- ly afflicted with St. Vitus dance. She became so nervous that after a time we could not let her see even her friends. She could not pick up a dish, lace her shoes, or make any moves went to help herself. She had grown thin and very pale, and as she had been treat- ed by several doctors without benefit. I feared she would not recover. A friend advised me to give her Dr. Williams,' Pink Pills. and after she had used a couple of boxes I could see that they were helping her. We gave her nine boxes in all, and by tbat time she was perfectly well and every symp- tom of trouble had passed away and she is now a strong well developed girl." If your growing children are weak or nervous, if they are pale and thin, lack appetite or complain of headaches or backaches, give them Dr. Williams' Pink Pills and see how speedily the rich, red blood. these pills make will transform them into bright, active, robust boys and girls. You can get these pills from any medicine dealer or by mail at 60 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by writing The Dr. Williams' Medi- cine Co., Brockville, Ont. Uncle Sandy pitcnea out trousers and waistcoats and socks recklessly until he reaehed,the layer where the whiskey - bode was embedded; he handed it to his niece, and, having thrust his garments in again, locked .the receptacle; and, ris- ing 'with the help of madame and Mona, tumbled into his chair again, with many exclamations of pain. The desired re- freshnent was procured, and then Mona proposed that he should have the news- paper, and rest till dinner. "Ay!" said Uncle Sandy. "That'll do fine. I am just awfu' weary. Are ye going to give me n bite the day, as there is nothing preparit?" "Certainly!" said Mona. "It was our intention to beg the plea- sure of your company," said Mme. De- brisay. (To be continued.) Curious t;stances. eleSesh—efish'r Bartender, think I'll take 'nother one o 'them p-p-ppous—p- pusey-cat-p--- Bartender—Ano ther p,ousse-cafe, Mr. McSosh? McSosh—Thash ri'. 'u funny thing— th' hin;th' more closely I become 'soshiated an' 'quainted with the,' drink th' less I c5n r'niember its name! Troubles for Spring Days. (Chapman, Ran., Lookout.) These are the days when tho old hen gets In her work assisting the radishes to comp up; when tho house dog begins a system of ex- cavating in tho flower beds and when the neighbor's old cow walks leisurely across the freshly prepared lawn. AFTER 18 YEARS _ OF F ERIN An Ontario Farmer Finds a Cure at Last in Dodd's Kidney Pills. The Direct Cause of iris Trouble was a Strain in the Back Which affected Ills Kidneys—Dodd's Kidney Pills Cured lilt., Ardoch, Ont., lemy 14.—(Special.) — Mr. Ami Jeanneret, of this place, gives a very interesting account of hie exper- ience with Dodd's Kidney Pills. He says: "I hurt my back and strained my kidneys and for 1S years I suffered on and off intense agony. I was subject to attacks of Rheumatism and Lumbago. My joints were stiff, my muscles cramp- ed. I lost my appetite, my flesh began to fall away, my nerves were shaken, I could not rest or sleep at night and I was sinking into a deplorable condition when 1 was advised to try Dodd's Kid- ney Pills. I used six boxes and I am now as strong and healthy as ever I was I am certain I owe my cure wholly to Doad's Kidney Pins." o r PRESERVES BY THE TON. Jams as Made Wholesale in New Zealand. The futility of housewives attempting to compete on score of economy with manufacturers of jams and small fruit preserves is made evident by the Agri- cultural Economist of London, showing the wholesale manner in which such preservation is accomplished by co- operative growers in New Zealand. Fruit to the extent of three or four tons is placed in huge casks and stirred me- chanically by beaters. Simultaneously sulphur-dioxid gas is introduced through pipes entering at the bottom of the receptacle. Fruit thus treated keops indefinitely and may be worked up into jams at a subsequent convenient date. Although fruit thus treated presents a bleached appearance it regains its natural color upon heating for a suffi- cient length of time to drive off the con- tained. sulphur. DELICATE BABIES. Every delicate baby starts life with a serious handicap. Even a. trivial illness: is apt to end fatally, and the mother is kept in a state of constant dread. Baby's Own Tablets have done more than any other medicine to make weak, sickly children well and strong. They give the mother a feeling of security, as through their use she sees her delicate child d- veloping healthily. Mrs. S. M. LeBlanc, Eastern Harbor, N. S., says: "Up to the age of fifteen months my baby was weak and sickly, and at that age could not walk. It was then I began using Baby's Own Tablets, and the change they wrought in her condition was surprising. She began to get strong at once, and has ever since been a perfectly well child." Every mother who values the health of her little one should keep a box of Baby's Own Tablets in the house. Sold by all medicine dealers or by mail at 25 cents a box from The Dr. Williams Medicine Co., Rrodcviile, Ont. A Century Ago. Few persons to -day step to realize how different things were in the States a century ago. here are a few things to think of: Merchants wrote their Ietters with quill pens. Sand was used to dry the ink, as there was neo blotting paper. There were no street letter boxes; let• ters had to be carried to tee post effieo. It cost eighteen and one-half rents to send a letter from Boston Lo New York, and twenty-five cants from Boston to Philadelphia. !.very gentleman—Weshington, for ex- ample—wore a queue; ninny powdered their hair. Imprisonment for debt was common. Virginia. contained a fifth of the whole population of the country, The Mississippi `imlley was not so well 'known as the .heart of Africa now is. Two stage coaches carried all the tra- velers between New York and Boston, and six days were required for the jour- ney. There was not a public library in the United States, A day laborer received two shillings a day. Stoves were unknown. All cooking was done at an open fireplace Many of the streets were unnamed,. Eve( with the perfection of the airs picioship, it 'will be hard to rise above sue - n.