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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1906-10-19, Page 3TE SW:EZ .c.;srasroapr`'Fi+L�'izit' R mKsouirWv .. YOU REALLY MUST TRY >m is Seess''%i•• aili5'49Ri+r" e CEYLON GREEN TEA Same flavor as Japan, only perfectly free from adulterations of any kind. It is to the Japan tea drinker what "SALADA" Black is to the black tea drinker. Lead packets only. 40, 50 and 60c Per Lb. MMAIMINtioribitInOMMORM "that). no idea Miss Josselyn was in any way related to you," said Waring with a smile. "Miss Joscelyn. There's no Miss Jos- celyn here. This is my niece, Mona Craig." "I remember nowe' said Waring quick- ly; "I beg your pardon. I had the pleas- ure of knowing Miss Craig some years ago, in London." "It is varra remarkable, but there's time enough to talk about it a'. Go, tak' aff yer coat. Kenneth, show Mr. Waring his room. Come, my bairnie, tell Jessie to bring up the vivers. I'm just faint - like; it has been a cold journey." "Wltl you take a little whiskey and water at once, uncle?" asked Mona, try- ing to remember her duties with an ef- fort, so dazed did she feel at this as- tounding reappearance. "Aweel, it might be better to do so. ,lust hang up my coat, will you? Eh, but you have a fire that's enough to set a' the chimneys in Kirktoun burning; still it looks gran'. The young mon will think auld Sandy Craig has a fine hoose o' his ain. It's varra strange, you know- ing each other. Thank you, my dearie," as she handed him his allowance of whiskey and water. "But uncle, how in the world did you oome to know Mr. Waring?" "Me? Aweel I knew him when he was a wee bairn, but its lang years since. His mother was Mr. Leslie's daughter, You'll mind my telling you o' the great hoose o' Maceachern & Leslie. Leslie was the gran' gentleman of the firm; and his daughter -eh, my word, but she was bonnie! she was the young Teddy that ought to have been my wife, and this lad's eyes are jist like his mother's— she's married a proud, upsetting Eng- lishmen; but th'e siller was hers, and the boy was named after her father. Ile has been fulish, I'm fearin', and has spent a cruel lot o' money, gaming awful and racin' and rampaging. Something turned him wrong; noo, he seems more wise like, and has settled down on a farm in America. He cam' over aboot some law plea, a bit o' money that was coming to him through his mother, and sae he came on to Glasga, to speak to Mr. Cochran, who was aye the adviser of a' the hoose, an' there he found me. enq—pun 'sum hart oe pull 3qalJ.r sea T here he is, and Jessie, too. The dinner's ready. I'm glad to see you in my hoose, Mr. Waring. Geese me your arm. I am a puir frail body." Waring threw a smiling glance at Mona, as if aslctng pardon for preceding her, and Led. bis host in to the dining -room. Mona took her place at the head of the table with an overpowering sense of embarrassment, mixed with self-re- proach. "Something had turned him wrong," Uncle Sandy said; "was she that 'some- thing'?" Pride carne to her assistance, however; she must not let him see haw over- whelmed she really was. By a resolute effort she recalled her self-control, and played the part of hostess with sweet gravity and simple kindness; but though avoiding Waring's eyes, she keenty observed how greatly he had changed, He looked taller because he had grown thinner. His strong figure looked firmer and more set; his face, longer, darker. more imbrowned and grave, if not nbso1utely sad; it had com- pletely lost the florid fleshiness of early manhood; his eyes, too, seemed larger and more thoughtful; but his long, thick moustache, drooping • to either side, showed when he smiled that his rather large teeth were as brilliantly white as before; his hands, that used to be creamy and plump, were burned almost black, and showed both bone and muscle, as though they and hard work were well acquainted, Yes, he was changed wonderfully, and improved. His old, good-humored eagerness to please and to be pleased was replaced by pro- found repose of manner and left a slight- ly weary but kindly quietude behind. He eat his dinner as if ho liked it, and did not say much; once he looked round the pretty, comfortable room ad- miringly, end exclaimed— "You cannot think, Mr. Craig, how delightful all this seems to me. The bright silver and glass, the flowers, the look of refinement—these things want a woman's touch!" "I suppose you have no young ]eddies oot yonder." "No; my. partner, like myself, is a ba- ehelor. Indeed, it has hitherto been too rough for ladies; but we are improving rapidly. We had nearly. finished a log house when T left! quite an architectur- al mansion," added Wni:n;, laughing. • His laugh was still freed: and pleasant. "I hope your ee tree ii an honest quoth Mr, C i o t'I holly .so, ton; 1'., + a1. ! believe he is. He comes of a respectable English family, and has beee accustomed to the life of a rancher since his early boy- hood. He is a first rate judge of cattle and horses; and if he had not much money capital to put into the venture, he contributes what is quite as valuable —knowledge and practice" "Eh, I'm no that sure. There's as much danger as profit sometimes in the knowledge of penniless men." "Oh Watson is not penniless; and he is really a very good fellow." "That is fortunate," said Mona, forcing herself to join in the conversation. "I suppose you have no other companion." "None. A chance traveller asks for hospitality now and then, but he never •toys 1ong." "It must be a lonely life, though I should not dislike it," said Kenneth. "I certainly do not. There's freedom and plenty of work, and when night comes one is too tired for anything but a good night's rest." "And I daursay you are mair peace- ful and content to be awa' frit yon pawl-sowdle o' eoniceitod fule$ and grinning cheats they ea' the great world," said Uncle Sandy, viciously. "Oh human nature is pretty much the same in the wilderness or in the world. of social life," said Waring, good hum oredly. "It would be but poor philosophy to cry out against, the world I have left because I played the fool there; on my head be it if I threw away fortune. There are as many good fellows — or as few good fellows—in one state of life as another." 'I believe that," said Kenneth. "I should like well to .see your place, Mr. Waring." 'Why don't you come out for a bit. It is a sort of life you would like; I think." "Eh, but he bas his work cut oot for him here," cried Uncle Sandy. "He'll find it best to bide wi' me, Noo, tell me how mony head o' cattle have ye, forbye horses." And the three, men piunged into talk, from which Mona collected that Waring had invested almost all his capital left him—after much wild extravagance and foolish speculation—in a ranch, near the famous redwoods on the Pacific coast, and that as yet, he had realized very Iittle, though his hopes were high, and he had evidently thrown himself ener- getically into the undertaking. She kept silence gladly. Waring's presence— his steady composure, his quiet submission to the inevitable— touched her deeply. She longed to ery out— "Have you forgotten me? Can I atone for the pain I inflicted." But most probably he had nearly for- gotten that he once loved her, and hoped to pass his life with her. She panted to be alone, to disentangle her thoughts —to master the disturbance of her mind. As they seemed so absorbed in conver- sation, Mona thought she might slip away unobserved; but her uncle noticed her movement. "Bide a bit, my lassie!" he cried. "We've sat here tang enough; we'll a' come wi' ye to the drawing -room. You shall sing us a sang, and then I'll gang awa' to my bed. My niece sings fine, Mr. Waring," he added, as he took Mona's arm. "I know that, Mr. Craig," returned Waring, opening the door for them to pass through; `I remember her songs well." Mona felt that she blushed crimson, while she said, in a low tone, to her uncle— "1 have scarcely any voice to-night— do not ask me to sing." "Hoot, toot, my dearie, you'll please us weel." Mona stood a moment, irresolute after Uncle Sanday had tumbled into the depths of his chair. Waring came to her side, and, looking kindly and perhaps a little sadly, into her eyes, said— "Don't refuse, Miss Craig, You don't know what a treat the music of a wo- man's voice is to an exile like myself, especially as in a few days 1 shall go back to the wilds again." "'then 1 will do my best," returned Iona, simply, and she went to the pi- ano. The song she those was a pretty, quaint German ditty she had learned while abroad—for she did not wish to re- vive painful recollections by singin7 any- thing that might be familiar to Waring. He moved away, and sat in deepest thought while he listened. "Aweel, that's not ants o' my favorites. I am not much of a neusieion—my op- portunities have been scant --but I have an unennm»r ire le tome." said Uncle Sans dy. °Give us a Scotch sang, My. dearle." "If I am nee presuming too far," said Waring, corning over to lean on the pi- ano, "might I ask for an`old favorite-- Tobin avorite—`Robin Adair?'" "Ay, that will do," irons; Uncle Sandy. "I need not have been' so careful to spare his felings," thought Mona. 'I am making a fool of myself. It is an age Since I: attempted`.it," she said aloud; "but I will try it, i£ you like."' i It was dreadfully annoying, but she could not steady her voice. Sho could not keep a certain tremulous pathos out of leer notes. Men were so caneeited—they had such a high opinion of themselves, that perhaps, Leslie Waring would fancy, as she was so upset at meeting hies that she regretted having rejected hint. Ah, no; ho was too frank and honest, too simple and unselfish, to need the guarded treatment Lisle required. Lisle! why,he was not comparable to Leslie Waring. What wonders time and trou- ble had done for the latter! "Thank you!" said Waring, from his chair in a shadowy corner, ;where he had retreated when she began the song he bad asked for. "That was an immense treat." "Ay, there's nae music like Scotch music, nor is there any sings for melody an' poethry, en' spirit, au'—au' histori- cal value, like Scotch sangs," said Uncle Sandy. "I believe the Irish claim `Robin Adair' las their. own," sad Mona. "Claim it! I daursay they do," said. Uncle Sandy, contemptuously_ "They'd aye claim everything; but if that lilt isna Scotch, aw eel, I am no Scoteb. Colne, give me your arm„ Mona, I'll just gang to my bed. I'm awfu weary." "Then maybe Mr. Waring would like a smoke with me in the kitchen. I think we will have it all to ourselves in a few minutes," said Kenneth. "Thank you, I should. One grows a little too fond of the weed when one is freed from the restraints of society" "It's a very perneecious practice; but it's just talking to the winds to pro- test against it. Good -night, sirs. Ken- neth, there are the keys. Mr. Waring will need a drappie after his pipe" "Good -night," murmured limon, as she gave her arra to her uncle. Wring bowed, but did not attempt to shake hands with her. It was an infinite relief to be alone, and lacked into her own rorm. For a long time she thought confusedly, or ra- ther a confused mass of 'nixed memory and thought thronged her brain, without any effort of her will. Hol" vividly Waring's face, pale with painful emotion, the slay tbey last met, came back to her. Ile had quite for- given her; she felt that. IIe was a real- ly good fellow. She wisbed they could be friends again, as she was with Ken- neth, but that would never be, she fear- ed. She never could reel at ease with him. Ile looked as if he had suffered n god deal. Was it her fault? Oh, no! she never could admit that. She should like to let him know that she bad generally a very good opinion of him, but how should she find time to do so, alien '-.e bad said more than orae that ha would only stay a couple of der? ? Prat a curious contradictory jungle life was altogether! Mone felt unaccauntably unhappy, and, laying her bare head on the pillow, slie wept long and quietly • before sleep closed ber wet eyes. 1 CHAPTER XXIV. Morning brought renewed spirit and fresh courage. Mona could not help smiling at the singular combination of circumstances which brought her once more face to face with the man whose wife she had so nearly 'been. It was foolish to feel so uncomfortable about meeting him. As he was perfectly unembarrassed, she was resolved to imitate his composure, and treat him with friendly cordiality. He deserved consideration at her hands, for he had behaved to her with chival- rous forbearance. Still she did not leave her room quite so early as she usually dud. She was de- termined to run no unnecessary risk of a tete-a-tete interview. Uncle Sandy and Kenneth were al- ready in the dining -room when she en- tered, and went through the ceremony of infusing the tea before ber uncle began the long, rambling extemporary prayer with which he always opened the day, They had hardly risen from their knees when Waring came in and wished the party good -morning. "I hope you rested weel?" said Unole Sandy. "I was extremely comfortable, but I dreamed furiously," he replied. "I seem- ed to have lived over my whole life since we parted last night. I hope the strain of Scotch blood in my veins has not de- veloped a tendency to second sight, now that I am in my mother's native land, for I have had quite awful warnings in my visions. Some disaster hangs over me. However, that is nothing new, and I suppose I shall live through many more before I have done with things." "Shall I give you ten or coffee, Mr. Waring?" asked Mona. "Coffee, please." Ile turned toward her, and suddenly meeting her eyes, the color .rose in his brown cheek. "Were your dreams in the morning?" she made haste to ask, anxious to hide her own confusion by speaking. "Yes! It was daylight when I woke from the last and worst." "Then be of good courage. The veil in your dream will prove good in disguise and you will get your wish." "Thank you! I accept the omen from your lips!" "Are ye no for parritch1" asked Uncle Sandy. "It's varra wholesome and strength'nin ." "Thank you, no. This hate pie is ex- cellent." "I wish Mary Black was here," ob- served Mona to Kenneth. "She is a lit- tle witch for reading dreams and telling fortunes." "Ay, she's a witch! That is ferry true, Mona." "Uncle!" cried Mona, "may I ask Mary Black to come and stay here again? I have not seen a female face for months." "Yes, you can ask her. She is varra welcome. It's a ..ice 1,l;ihe lassie," et- plained 111r, Craig to Waring,. "and sings as sweet a lilt as you'd hear anywhere." "Sorry I have so little chance of seeing her, sir. My tirne grows short" "Hoot, toot, pian! Ye can stay till next week?" "I am afraid I am too unfortunate to be able to accept your kind hospitality. I have business in London, and I Want. to take the•Cunard boat on the lith." "I dinne like to let you go. We'll talk aboot it, you an' me! Kenneth, is it going to be a fine day?" "I think there will be showers." "You may be tolerably sure of that, Kenneth," said Mona. "I want to tak' Mr. Waring round the place, and let him have a glint at Strath- airlie." "Strathair'lie?" repeated Waring. "Had- n't Finistoun shooting hereabouts?" "He has a deer forest—a great stretch of unreclaimed land, whaur hundreds of honest sheep ought to be grazing, instead of its being a playground for a hantle o' feckless nobles," quoth Uncle Sandy. Waring, however, was too much occu- pied with his own thoughts to heed him. "Didn't Finistoun marry one of the Everards?" ho asked—"a very pretty girl?" "Weel, she is a bonnie wee wife," said Uncle Sandy; "and, though site is a bit feckless, I dinna object to her coning to see Mona. But they are a cauld, stiff, upsettin' family! It was weel for Mona she found a glide, kind uncle to tak' her in when yon Everard folk pit her oot" Waring glanced sharply at Mona, who colored with vexation, and said haught- ily "It is not necessary to trouble Mr. Waring with our family quarrels." , "What's wrong wi' ye l" asked her uncle in some surprise. "You have capital sport about here, I suppose?" said Waring, as if anxious to change the subject. "Yes—rod or gun, it's all the same. You can fish or shoot the livelong day?" cried Kenneth. enthusiastically. "Sir St. John Lisle said he never saw birds more abundant." "Lisle?" repeated Waring, quickly, ad- dressing Mona; "I thought he was in India" "Ile returned on the death of a rela- tion, whoa. he succeeded,'' answered Mona. 1 3.:( fie 'There seas a short pause. Then Ken- neth proposed that he shoull take Mr. Waring for a round of the place, and alor r the road toward the Lodge, before dirtier; and that after it uncle should show his guest the garden, the farm -yard. and the stables. They were still discussing their plans v.l to Mona rose to visit Phemie, and held high council anent dinner. She felt it a relief to escape Waring's eyes, thrt:glt he rarely looked at her; and nix voice, which had in it, to her fancy, a Gage of melancholy, that filled her with seharepraoch. So, having completed her 'task downstairs she went to her room, Then, finding that the walking to and fro and sound of voices had ceased, she concluded that the pedes- trians had started, and went to the drawing room intending to dust some few pieces of old china she bad persuad- • ed her uncle to buy while they were on their travels with her own fair hands. • She had hardly commenced when ap- preaching footsteps startled her, and Waring came into the room, and closed the door behind him. "I thought you had gone out with Ken- neth," said Mona, laying down her dus- ter, with a curious feeling of being caught. "We were just starting when one of your uncle's tenants came to speak to him, and Mr. efaealister's presence was needed in what they call 'the museum.'" Mona smiled. "You have not seen our museum yet." "No," returned Waring, and there was a pause. He stood looking at the fire, and she hesitated what to say next. cTo be Continued.) rpm Presumption of Guilt in Court. (New Orleans Picayune.) Under both English and American law every man is presumed innocent until he has been proved to be guilty, but under English law when he has once had a trial in a court of competent jurisdiction and has been convicted this presumption es reversed; it is presumed that he has been justly tried and justly convicted. If he questions the justice of his conviction and carries that guess ion up to a super- ior tribunal the presumptions are against him and in favor of the tribunal. It is not, therefore, sufficient for him to show that some error bas been committed on the trial; lie must also mein' it appear to the satisfaction of the appellate tri- bunal that this error has been preju- dicial to him and really affects the just- ice of his condemnation. • "Freed" by Unrle Sam. 1 "Cuba Libre" isn't "libre" any more, and again there is likely to be an illustration of the big fish swallowing the little one. ; Which of the repttblics to the south of us will be "next?" 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