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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1906-09-21, Page 7Universally Aack low ed ed Vaasa to be superior to the finest Japan grown, OEYL4iN GREEN TEA Get a Trial Packet To -day. Lead packets only. 4oc, 5oc, and 6oc per lb. At all grocers. 110091.101) Ma ISIMIZIMOTIMISMMIZKREMEI 'What mater," he said," if they were heavenly while they lasted." "Ah fire does not belong to heaven— rather to the other place. Good night" "Mona," he exclaimed in a low tone, "Good -night," she repeated. "Good- night Sir John Lisle." CHAPTER XXI. Although Mona yielded to Lady Finis- tou's earnest request and remained over the following day, she was really anxi- ous to return home. This passing con- tact with the social strata from which she had been divorced. showed her how deep was the gulf that yawned between her present and her past. She could not return to Lady Finistoun's set, neither would they that belonged to it pass from thence; she had thrown in her lot with Uncle Sandy, and with Unele Sandy she must abide. Mona had not the faintest tinge of snobbishness, but she was really fond of Lady Finistoun, and the easy, plea- sant manners, the tact, and tone of en- joyment of those who surrounded her, mnade a delightful whole, on which she was reluctant to turn her back. She was however, philosophic enough: to do so with a good grace, accepting the in- evitable without a murmur. During the day and evening which suc- ceeded that last recorded, Lisle had no chance of speaking to Mona except be- fore witnesses—and he grew very ill- tempered as time went on. Most of the ladies were out to lunch with the sports- men at a distant point, but Mona re- mained with Mrs. Menteith, and took a ramble with her, the heir, and his nurse, in the lazy, sunny afternoon.. At dinner Miss Morton cleverly cap- tured Lame, whose face, under the inflic- tion, was a source of amusement to Mona whenever she looked at him. There was no attempt at dancing—the German tette—ere sang some duets with Mona, and Miss Morton, who had a. •shrill, clear voice—trained to perform extraordinary gymnastics — treated the company to some French comic songs—a performance. which so disgusted Lisle that, with an expressive glance at Mona, he disappear- ed and was seen no more. The next morning was grey and soft, and Lisle, with Lord Finistoun, started early to stalk deer. Lisle was in. a very bad temper. He was enraged at the smil- ing ease with which Mona kept him at bay, and mortified at being held in check by the fair woman who so com- paratively short a time before had changed color when he spoke to her— whose handtrembled when,,lie took it in his own. Moreover, he was furious with himself for having last the reins of his self-control, and fallen so much deeper in love than he had been, After all Ile would get over it again—only he must not see her, or he would not answer for himself. Lady Finistoun expected more guests, and was unable to accompany Mona on her return home. Miss Morton offered to drive her back to Craigdarroch in the pony carriage, and some time after luncheon they started. Lady Finistoun ted with Mona most effusively, and insisted sted on her giving a promise to come s; ain; but while neither granting nor withholding it, Mona guessed that In the rush of new pleasures and new people she would probably be forgotten. Various important nothings had de- layed their setting out, and it was nearly tea -trine when. Miss Morton drew up the ponies at Mr. Craig's door. The old gentleman had evidently been asleep over a volume of "Metapheesics," which he often took up after dinner. "Here I am, uncle, back again on your hands," said lona, going into the lib- ra"A.weel, I am glad to see your face!" said Uncle Sandy, cheerfully, "though you did .outstay your leave. Eh, you are looking bonny! You'll be finding it dull and lamely here after yon grand hoose, and a' the fine doings." "1 are very glad. to come home, I as- sure you." "That's right; it's kindly said." "Miss Morton is in •the drawing -room, uncle—may I ask her to tea?" "Ay, to be sure. Is Lady Finistoun no with you? Sheds a bonnie birdl" Mona explained, and ended by ringing and ordering tea to be prepared forth- Tm glad to see you, mem," said Undo Sandy, shuffling into the drawing;room with the help of his stick, and holding out his hand to Miss Morton, wlio rose a�pt tall, thin and somewhat masculine- Ionking, to greet him, "You'll stay and tette a Mite and a cup o' tea." Here he tumbled into a chair. "There bas been a touch of east in the wind yesterday and to -tray, and any biter and limbs have en just aching .flsarfu'. You'll feel. it far keener ,ower rn Strathalrlie-ewe are rook sheltered here." "Oh, it is a wretched climate every- where," returned Miss Morton with dee-. sign. "In another month I suppose all civilized people must quit these lati- tudes." "ceevilized!" repeated Uncle Sandy, in a. sharp key .`Why, Scotland is the most ceevilized country upon earth!" "Oh, indeed! I never heard that be- fore," said. Miss Morton, removing her hat and re -settling the feather. Then it is time you did! Whaur will ye find a people so well-edicated, and so intelligent? Whaur will ye find so much thrift, so little crime, such a God-fearin', self-respectln' population—" "So extensive a consumption of whis- key, and so large an illegitimate birth- rate!" interrupted Miss Morton, with strong emphasis. Uncle Sandy gasped. That a woman— a young woman, or a woman who posed as young --a spinster, a fine lady, should have unhesitatingly uttered such a word —absolutely stunned him. "Aweel, aweel, that's easy said. `Gie a dog a bad name.' A' that is no proven," he returned, feebly, for he knew little of statistics, nor was he much given to believe what he did not like, "I don't. know if you ever read the graver magazines," .said Miss Morton, with an intolerable air of superiority, "so perhaps you have not seen Profeseee Macgrubber's paper on the comparative morality of the Celtic races. He brings out some curious facts." "Facts!" Angrily. "Are you sure they are facts? I wouidna be so keen to be- lieve what a mon says against his ain country—{I suppose by his name he's Scotch) tit's an i11 bird that fouls its ain nest.'" "Oh, he is a perfectly reliable scienti- fic man, and he says the illegitimate—" "It's no becoming to argue such a like subject wi' a young lady," interrupted Uncle Sandy, hastily and severely. "At ony rate, we are ceevilized enough to ken that." "Oh, dear me!' exclaimed Miss Morton, with some contempt, "it is evident you are more moral in talk than in action!" Before Mr. Craig could gath'er his forces to reply, Mona came to the res- cue. "I am sure tea must be ready. Shall we go into the dining -room? I am quite longing for a cup.' "So am L It is past my usual tea- time," cried Miss Morton. "What a love- ly view you have here! I have rarely seen anything more beautiful, and I have knocked about a good deal." 'I am surprised ye find any good in the country at a'," remarked Uncle San- dy, with withering sarcasm, as he took his seat. "The country, the rocks and mount- ains, and burns and sea, are well enough. In short, all have th'e spirit of man, and the climate are divine," remarked Miss Morton, with cheerful disregard of what any one else thought. This was so very evident, that Uncle Sandy instinctively felt that he had better leave her alone. "Mona and me—we have wandered a bit oursels," he resumed, to change th'e subject. It's verra divertin' to see the differences betwixt diverse nations." "It used to be," corrected Miss Morton; "but they are ell growing horribly alike. When I was last at Jerusalem," she con- tinued, helping herself to a cream scone, while Uncle Sandy's eyes looked big with amazement, as seen over a huge cup of tea he had just lifted to his lips—"when I was last at Jerusalem, a very enter- prising German was just going to start a threepenny 'bus, from the Temple to Tophet—convenient, but vulgar." It is much to the credit of Uncle San- dy's national caution and self-control that he swallowed his tea in silence, and even helped himself ton spoonful of marmalade, before he replied dryly in the interrogative form— "And how many times might you have been in the Holy City" "Twice. First, when I joined Lord and Lady Himtover's party, and I• was awfully bored. That determined me to travel on my own hook ever after; and then the year before last, when I went down the Danube and by the Black Sea to Constantinople, and so on by Smyrna and Damascus to Jerusalem. I only took. my maid, and a dragoman from Smyr- na. I enjoyed that tour, I met some very good-looking American naval offi- cers; they were shrewd and amusing.. Apropos, where is your nephew, Mr. Craig?" "He is awn' to the loch wi' Mary Black to fish. He never does much, though, wi' the rod. Ilielanders have no patience— they want to be aye bang -banging at birds. I doubt but that Kenneth will have taken the nets. They will be here soon. The girlie enema want her tea." "I like to hear you talk, Mr. Craig," said Mies Morton, sending hi her cup for replenishing, ' t fancy your Scotch is pure and unadulterated." "My English, you mean," he said, an- grily. "ft is weel known that the Scotch speak better and more grammatical Eng- lish than the English theinsclves,' "I vin leaenieg a good deal to -day,"' said Miss Morton, coolly, , Mona bast awed to turn the subject, "I have 'always had a great wish to see Damascus," she said, "Is it very beautiful?" "Yes, very lovely. The most pictur- esque place. It is completely encircled by hills The sight is something like— oh, like a frying -pant The city, with its gardens and. abundant trees, lies at at the bottom, and a straight white road sloping up slightly looks like the handle, and leade to .Beyrout" "Here comma your nephew, Mr, Craig, and the young lady," cried Miss Morton, interrupting herself—her seat was op- posite "one of the windows. "There is another gentleman with them. I seem to know him. Why, it is Bertie Everard, and he has a rod in his hand. I thought he had gone with the deer stalkers. Now he Will expect me to drive him back, What a bore!" In a few minutes Miss Black came in, blushing brightly from pleasure at seeing Mona, as well as from habitual shyness. She came straight to her. and kissed her with quiet cordiality. Kenneth, too, had no eyes for anyone but Mona, until he had greeted her. Then Miss Morton called out— "How goes it, Mr.` Macalister; come here and sit by me, What a provoking creature youare to be out, when I have taken the trouble to drive over here." Kenneth colored crimson and explained to her and to his uncle that he was not fit to sit down to table, after dragging a net, until he had changed his clothes. Then he made his escape, Everard went up to Mr. Craig. "Very glad to see yon sir," he said, with unusual civility. " I have been com- ing to call on you two or three times. Now I have made my way here at rather au unsuitable time, which I hope you'll excuse." "Sit ye doon, sit ye doon," cried Uncle Sandy. "All times are suitable—speci- ally when food is ready. Bring mair cups and cookies. We are not denuded, though the housewife has been awa'." For some occult :reason, Everard was rather a favorite with uncle Sandy. "I thought you had gone with the deer stalkers," said Mona. "In intended going, but Lisle was in such a beastly bad temper. I thought I wouldn't venture. We would have been sure to quarrel. This place looks uncom- monly well—ever so much better than when Fitzallan had it. That's partly your doing, eh Mona. Thank you," as she banded him his tea. "I must say wo- men can be of use in making the inside of a house bearable if in nothing else" "I believe men would do it better if they put their minds ito it, said Miss Morton. "You ought not to ' say so, even if Iyou think it," returned .Everard. "It isn't good form for a winner 'to' run down women.' "But don'tdown," I run them cried Miss Morton. Then interrupting herself, as Mary was about to take the seat be- side her—"No, no! this is Mr. Macalis- ter's place." Poor Mary fled to Mona's side of the table. "Conte by me, dearie," said Uncle TUMORS CONQUERED SEEMS OPERATTES AVOIDED Unqualified Success of Lydia E. Pink. ham's Vegetable Compound in the Case of Mrs. Fannie D. Fox. One of the greatest triumphs of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound is the conquering of woman's dread enemy, Tumor. The growth of a tumor is so sly that frequently its presence is not suspected until it is far advanced. So-called " wandering pains " may. come from its early stages, or the pre- sence of danger may be made manifest by profuse monthly periods, accompanied by unusual pain, from the abdomen through the groin and thighs. If you have mysterious pains, if there are indications of inflammation or dis- placement, secure Lydia E. Pinkhani's Vegetable Compound right away and begin its use. Mrs. Pinkharaof Lynn, {Mase., will give you her advice if yon will. Write her about yourself.. She ie the daughter-in- law aughter-inlaw of Lydia E. ?inkhorn and for twenty - live years has been advising sick women free of charge. Dear Mrs, Pinkbam "1 take the liberty to congratulate you on the success I have had with your wonderful medicine, Eighteen menthe ago my periods stopped. Shortly after I felt so nadly that I submitted to a thorough examination by a physician and was told that I had a tumor and would leave to undergo an operation. "Soon after I read, one of�yyour advertise - manes and decided to give Lydia E. Pink - ham's Vegetable Corhound a trial. After trying five bottles as directed. the tufar is entirely gone. I have been examined by a pphysician and be says There no signs of a tux;for now. It has else brotiight my pe- riods around once more, and 1 ani entirely well,"--Fatinio 13, lox, 7 Chesnut Street BredIbrd,Pa. Sandy, "hurtling" nearer the end of the table to make room for her. Why, you never do anything else," Everard continued, speaking to Miss Morton. "You bully all the women up at the Lodge to no end." "Why do they let me, then, They tree so weak, I can not help it," "The apostle says-" began uncle Sandy with some solemnity, intending to convey a. dignified .rebuike, and to say a word in season. 'Why, you never do anything else," ly. "The Apostle Paul was a man of the world. He might have an idea or two on the extremely complicated question of female character, but the - rest are no- where on such a subject' Uncle Sandy retreated in tolorable or- der on the scones, but made no further sallies, "You are really the most contradic- tory creature I ever met, Bertie," ex- claimed Miss Morton. 'You are always railing at women yourself; but if t say a word against them, you are up in arms " "In arms. Whose arms? Yours, 'I am afraid you would give me more of a bear's hug than a loving squeeze." "Well," cried Kenneth, hastily swal- lowing a lump of short -bread, and red- dening vehemently with the effort, as also at the sound of his own voice, "I say that no man is good for much who thinks the world would be worth living in were it not for the ladies." "Bravo, Kenneth," said Mona, while Mary clapped her bands, and Uncle Sandy again essayed to express his views. , "The man wha has na a kindly thocht for the neither that watched ower him an'—" "Oh mothers don't count in Mr. Ever- ard's world," interrupted Miss Morton. "He is so devoid of human feeling, that he must have been hatched by some pat- ent incubator, like the funny little fluffy chicken one see in that window in Re- gent street." "Thank you," said Everard. "I am largely in your debt." "And so you believe in women," said Miss Morton, turning to Kenneth, who had returned, clothed in his best kilt and plaid. "What a nice boy you are. If you are going to live here all your life, it is well to have something to comfort you" "I have a great deal to comfort me." "That's fortunate. Now, as you know the country, I want you to take me to some good places for making sketch- es—picturesque nooks, you know, not wide expanses of country." "Oh, 1 am afraid I'm no groat judge," etc.. etc. While Miss Morton was exercising her blandishments on Kenneth, Everard was malting himself agreeable to Uncle Sandy., He had a business faculty, which told upon his conversation with a kin- dred spirit, and the keen old Scotehman was interested in his remarks. "Those fields of your, between this and the loch; look considerably- better and cleaner than they did last year; and I see you have a capital lot of cattle on the pasture." "Ay," said L'ncle Sandy, much grati- fied. "You see the last twa years I was awe' seeking health and finding nane. Noo things go better under the maister's ecu, forbye Kenneth's, and he is a clever thiel aboot cattle and the like." "But, uncle, I am sure you are better than when I first saw you," said Mona. "Oh, ay. I do not say that I am no better, but it is verra little. The waters in yon place did me good --I don't deny it; but I am only a puir body after all." "When are you going to let Mona come back to us?" asked Everard. "Oh! when she likes, whtn she likes!" "I am not going from home again, thank you," said Mona. "I am conceited enough to think that I am of more use here than anywhere else." "And so you are, my lassie, so you are." "Why, we will all be inconsolable, and Lisle will be tearing his hair! Come, Miss Morton, if you have done deluding that son of the mountains, it is time to drive me back to the Lodge." "Why, aro you not going to walk?" "Not if I can help it." "Then I suppose we must go to Kenneth. "You will be sure to tell me what day it will suit you to guide me to this cleugh a.t Balmuir. Good -evening, Mr, Craig; I wish you would lets your cook teach Lady Finistoun's how to make those cream scones. If I can find that article of Macgrubber's, I'll sent it to you. It will enlighten you a good deal." "You need not lash yourself," stiffly. "It's a kind of enlightenment I dinna want." "That is sinning against light, Mr. Craig.. Good -evening." "You are really managing the old miser very well, Mona," said Everard, in a low tone, es Mona went to the door to see her guests start. "You are gathering sense. I always thought you less of a fool than most women." Mona thanked him demurely. Kenneth was very attentive in arrang- ing Miss Morton's wraps, and she was flatteringly coquettish. Mary could hardly hide her laughter; then Everard jumped in, and they were off. "That's a verra remarkable woman," said Uncle Sandy, when they all reas- sembled in the library, where a good wood fire was crackling. "But I canna say that she seems to me a viselike ane. There's just rraetleing she will na put her tongue to; neither is there onything that i$ rsspeckit by her. She is ay interrupting an' moldering aulder and wiser folk than hersel'. She has wan- dered to and fro, and seen a walth of places; but it has no improved her in- telligence, Erie when a's said and dune, she is just a haverin' taupy!" "Eh, Mr. Craig, but you are cruel to speak so boldly of a lsddy that Kenneth is so pleased with, and who is so taken up with him," said Mary, with a pretty, saucy smile. "I wish to hear nae mair &boot her," said Uncle Sandy, drawing an grin -chair. near the fire, anal tumbling into it, while his stick, catering under the fire -irons, 'upheaved them with a beige clang, "If you stay here, just bide still, for I want , a little sletp to mak' up, for what that stormy woman broke in eon, and if ye canna, just gang in the other room." The young people readily took the hint, and in the drawing -room heldhigh council. The topic under discussion was Mary's return home. She thought she had been away long enough. But Mona strongly uu'ged her remaining. (To be Continued.). SUFFERING WOMEN Need Just the Rich Red Mood Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills Actually Make. From girlhood to middle life the health and happiness of every' wo- limn depends upon her blood. 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