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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1906-12-21, Page 7heliara CS Co trzm LI Ft= CEYLON LREEN 'I EA Has the same character as Japan, but is infinitely more delicious. Lead packets only. 40c, 50c and 60c per ib. 'At ail grocers. 0 P7fo 0 CO*®CCC 0 0 0 0 And so in my thoughts I separate them still. Well, he went away again, and I saw him no more for two years, for the next vacation he spent with some friends. In the meantime my young sister grew up as beautiful a creature as ever bloomed into womanhood. She had a small and graceful form, delicate feat- ures, complexion of the purest white and red, glittering black hair, splendid black eyes, and an ever -varying, must enchanting smile. I was twenty-five, and my sister eighteen, when the young squire came to the castle to pay us a last visit previous to departing for his tour on the Continent. I had never seen him so handsome and fascinating as ho was then. Still I never thought of 11im except as the young master; and never associated him with the memory of my love; but during the few weeks .of his stay he came frequently to our lodge, and always seemed affectionate to nie. I used to do all the shopping and mar• keting for our little household, and aft, en upon returning from thees errands in the village, I found Mr. Etheridge in company with my fair young sister. Up- on these occasions he would always spring forward and greet me most affectionate- ly, ffectionate- ly "I have been waiting for you, Maggy." or words to that effect. "Heaven knows that I never had a doubt of his honor, or a fear of my sis- ter's heart. I had known the young squire from his boyhood, and though we had once been sincere lavers, he had nev- er done, or said,: a single thing to wound my delicacy; therefore, how could I sus- pest that his visite boded. evil to my y? Alas! I did not know how mach besides classics and mathematics he had learned at Oxford; no, nor now the world had changed him! I was blind, deaf, senseless to all misgivings. At length the last day of his visit came. The next morning he was to start upon his travels. That night my sister clung to me and wept all night. I could not com- fort her. She had been hysterical for several days, and I sat it all lown to nervousness, never for an instant eon - meting her malady with the tthought of the young squire's departure. Tho next morning he took leave of us, and went away; alone as we thought. That night my May was missing. Ah! I cannot en- ter upon the details of this sad story. A few days of agonizing and fruitless search and then we ascertained that she was the companion of his tour. He had waited for her at a neighboring post -town where according to their previous arrangement, she had joined him. My father was an old man, in feeble health; he never re- covered the shock. � re that he was in a terrible rage, are n never forgive or epeak to his nephew again. He did all he could for my fath- er, retainel him in. his service at full wages, and hired. a young man, John Elmer, to do his duty in the Chase. I must hurry over this part of my story. Within twelve months after the flight of May father died. I married John El- mer, and he succeeded to the situation of head -keeper ,and we continued to oc- cupy the lodge. It was in the second year of our marriage that we got news of May. He had deserted her, broken her heart ,and she was dead—dead, and in a foreign grave! It was then that I registered an oath in heaven to avenge upon the head of her destroyer the rum and death of my only sister, And to. do this more effectually, I resolved to conceal the fiery hatred that consumed my. heart. "Another year passed. The old baron died; and the young one reigned in his stead. "I would fain have persuaded my hus- band to throw up his situation, rather than serve a master who had wrought us such bitter wrong. But John Elmer was obstinate, We remained, and I buried the bitter hatred in my breast —and bided my time. I pass on to other days, when the new baron wood and won a young and beau- tiful bride. She was a delicate crea- ture, fair -skinned, blue-eyed, golden-hair- ed—too fragile for the cares of this world, where, indeed ,she did not tarry long. It was some fifteen months af- ter her marriage that she died, leaving behind an infant laughter of only a, few days old. Her early death was a righteous judgment on him, the traitor!" "My mother, my sweet young mother, who perished in her early youth! Olt, nurse, how can you say such things of her ?" Lady Etheridge shuddered and shrank away from deer, "1 have filled my life with remorse Lady Thheridge again shuddered, "And I have lost my immortal soul! Laura, no longer Baroness Etheridge-- Laur%, my daughter, speak tie me, I amdying." "Oh, mother! mother! mother! moth - en" exclaimed she who was no lopger Lady Etheridge, as she dropped upon her lenses by the bedside, and buried her fade in the cover, "Laura, Laura, spleteak to me! comfort cruel I am dying! Laura, Laura, you at least have no reason to oomplain; you have not suffered by the exchange! You have received the education of a gen- tlewomen; you •should not blame ane!" "Mother, mother, I do not presume to do so; but oh, do not defend your mime! Repent of it! repent of it! pray God for forgiveness!" sobbed. Laura. "Repent? -I undo any doings. 1 can go no further," replied the woman, gloomily, "Ah! my mother, to undo what you have done—to right this wrong—will be more difficult than you think; for thiongli I shall immediately yield up my possession of the castle and estates that I have so long considered my own, yet, believe .me, it will be difficult to convince the House of Peers•, before whom this matter enust come, that the nameless girl whom you deprived of the title has any right thereunto." • "Will it? The proof does not rest solely upon my word or dying oath. Let anyone lead Resamond Etheridge through a gallery of the portraits of her ancestors, and compare her face with theirs; and it will then be seen that Rosamond, au faee and features, is a true Etheridge. Or, if more proof is needed, let anyone strip up her sleeve, and look upon her night arm above the elbow, and they will see the family mark, the fiery cross,with which, while in Scotland, some ancient Baroness of Etheridge was so frightened as not only to leave its image on her immediate child, but to send it down to all her deseendants. Have you, • Laura, any such mark, or any such resemblance?" "No, no; and T remember that the absence of the Etheridge mark, and of all likeness to the Etheridge family, used to be commented pon by the servants in my presence" "Peace, Lady Etheridge, until you hear the rest—it is not much. The new- born babe was likely to perish for the want of a nursing mother. I was then nursing may own child, which was bat three weeks old. My husband was down with the mortal illness that finally ter- minated his life. The housekeeper at the castle recommended that the child should be placed in my elearge. I was applied to, and I agreed to nurse the in- fant, but only on condition that it should be sent to ray cottage ,and left in any sole care. To this His Lordship consented. "He went away. And then I laid the babes side by side' in the solitude of my room, .und looked at them. Young in- fants as they were, they were much alike, sly own ebild and my master's were both of the same age and sex, and both little, round,faoed, bald-headed, al- mond -eyed babies, with no more individ- uality to distinguish one from the other than waxen dolls of the same pattern, "There, in the solitude of my cottage, I changed the clothing of those children. And three months afterward, when his lordship came home, it was my daugh- ter whom I carried up to the castle to be christened by a. Lord Bishop, who came clown for the purpese. It was my daughter who had servants, and tutors, and governesses to attend her by day and night. It was my daughter who wars brought up with the state of a young princess, Finally, it was my daaighter who, at the death of the baron, entered into his inheritance as Laura, Baroness Etheridge of Swinburne!" ex- claimed the weird creature, her eyes gleaming with triumph, as if main aha felt the virulent stimulus of hatred, and tasted the poisoned sweetness of re- venge. "My God! mry God! Oh, woman, won- an!—for I o'innot call you mother— what is this. that you have done?" moaned the Lady, dropping her head upon her clasped hands. "I have consummated any revenge—" 0 0 0 000 le your baby thin, weak, fretful? Make him a Scott's Err/vision baby. Scott's Erna/Won is Cod Liver Oil and Hypophosphites prepared so that it is easily digested by little folks. Consequently the baby that is fed on Sco7tt'a Erna trio rz is a sturdy, rosy' checked little fellow full of health and vigor. ALL DRUGGISTS; 50c. AND $1.00, 9490 44.0 4040414"144000c 4444 130 wt:F' 0 0 0 0 "Ah! nor is tha '11. There are other proofs. The link. the chain of evi- dence will all be and complete." "It is better t it is so; since a question as to th ase inheritrix must be raised. I am that the answer is susceptible of pr hieIi will place the matter at rest f w. And now my mother, you are death, as your f must permit me and make eertc must not be you immedia rising, sand dress. lin their 101 heeded had :pa.. the morning. When Laura o rays of the rising room. The carred the door, and the on his box. "Wile -nal," said t sorry to have kep night, while 1 wa! You shall „o to alei to the castle; but the residence of G with a deep courtesy, as she turned gene of him who held her fate in his away, hands—Albert Hastings. ' "Yes, she is an Ebhexidge--•-a true Eth- CHB.PTL+'it V. eridge, although she knows it not as yet. And I—who am I? This must be Mr. Hastings was pacing the Mate all a dream, or a delirium of some fierce and turned to greet her, exelaiming: brain lever! Oh, heaven, that I could "My worshipped Laura---" when •iialeel—than I could burst those bonne something in the expression of that. of sleep or frenzy, and awake!" thought queenly brow, and those steady, lumina Laura, as Are etood for a few moments our eyes, stopped him. Looking wistfully, like ease in a trance. Then, recovering in her face, he said: herself, she bold the good nciglebor to "Something has happened, Lady Ethe- sasy to Mrs, Eimer, when she awoke that ridge. You commanded the presenee of she would soon return; and, taking Colonel Hastings and myself, and we are leave, entered the carriage and drove to here at your orders. Speak, dear Lame, e Castle, no longer her home. and say, can we serve you" She was met in the hall by Mrs. Ma- (To be continued.)_nen berly, her woman,whowas all in a flut- a • - 8 4,8' + ter of anxiety. 'ing, nor even near mild suggest. You •n to the castle, ngeanemts that will return to rd," said Laura, r.._disordered "Ah, my lady! my lady! how very in- discreet! Just like your kind heart, to stay out all night nursing a whimsical old woman, instead of taking your rest with such a day as this before you. .And slack, how worn your ladyship does look. Will your ladyship lie down and sleep for an hour, and then take a warm bath ana a cup of coffiee before commencing your ladyship's bridal toilet. There will be plenty of time." "No, Maberly, no I thank you; I could not sleep. I will go to my dress- ing -room, and evehange this habit for a loose wrapper; and you may bring me a cup of tea." , the night an- y, and brought eve door, the first streamed into the ill waited before ehman was asleep ady, "I ani really on sitting here all ed by a sick bed. when you get back ow drive round to mel and Mr. Hest - kegs, and request thin to comae to ane at the castle upon im}ortant business that will not admit of delay. Then return hither to take me acme." The weary coaehinan obeyed, and, ga- thering, up his reins, drove off. The lady returned to the house, and sat down be- side the bed of the now sleeping 'woman, to wait until the carriage came back. Stunned by the shook of her sudden fall, distressed by doubts of the reality of her own position, and of the stability of her oiwn reason, tempted to ibelieve the events of the night only the phan- tasmagoria of a feverish dream, and feel- ing, through all this chinos of thought, the imininent necessity of immediate ac- tion, Laura waited until, 'alrmost at the same -moment the carriage drove up to the door, Rose, with the neighbor at whose house she had spent the night, came in. Making a sign to thean that leer pa- tient was asleep, Laura Elsner arose to leave the house; but first she burned to gaze •on Bose, the unconscious, though rightful Baroness Etheridge. Since tial preceding night, a fearful change had passed over the face of the maiden. Her cheeks wore the pallid hue of death, Iter eyes were dim and sunken, her lips blue and tremulous; her voiee, in bidding good -morning to Lady I+Etheridge, was so low and faltering as to be almost inaudible. "How this child loved her supposed mother," was the thought of Laura, as she kindly eaid: "Do not .be uneasy, our patient is not in immediate danger." "Thank you, I know that she is not, my lady," replied Rose, in a tearful voice.. "'I'hen what other grief can a young girl like you possibly have?" inquired Laura, sympathetically. "The heart kru weth its own bitter- ness, Lady Tiltheridge—a bitterness with which the stranger intermeddleth not," replied Rose, with a certain mournful dignity. "Very true; I beg your pardon; yet permit ave to be the good fairy Who wild foretell to you an end, before many days, of all your troubles," said. Laura, gently, for not the slightest element of jealousy entered into her lloart of tire uncon- scious maiden 'who was soon to displace her from her high rank, "I have no trembles Tarty T11:beririee; those only have troubles wiio have hopes, "Yes, my lady. Will your ladyship look into the dining -room as your lady- ship goes by ? Mounseer, the French cook that Colonel Hastings brought down has laid the breakfast most magnificent, my' lady," said the maid, throwing open a pair of folding doors on her right, and revealing a fine dining -hall, with a long table and sideboards covered with snow white damask, and sparkling, glowing, and blazing ith ;old plate and crystal glass, while all the pillars that support ed the arched roof, and all the family portraits that graced the walls, were festooned with wreaths of flowers. "It is very well," said Laura, languid- ly, as she passed on her way up the stairs. She entered her stressing room, when a beautiful vision met her view. Upon a center table, covered with a white vel- vet embroidered cloth, were displayed , have waited to see if the cure was per - the magnificent bridal presents offered ' manent before making any statement, by the friends of Lads Etheridge. and now I am very willing to give my "Do but see, my lady, if your ]adv- testimony. I shall be pleased to answer ship is equal to it, what s lendid of- any inquiries, and if any one cares to p conte and, see me, I shall be pleased to ferings. All these came last night, or this tell diem what Zam-Buk bas done for morning. I hope they are arranged to men your ladyship's satisfaction. Tliis really It is by working such CUM as the royal set of diamonds, my lady, came above that Zam-Buie has made for itself last night, with Mr. Hastings' compli- its world-wide reputation. It is a cer- monts. This other set of oriental pearls, tain cure for cuts, burns, bruises, ee,zeima, my lady, were left with Colonel Hast- iur les runningsores, spreading scabs, bags' respects. This dressing case of eb- scalp diseases, oisoned vounda,, fester- ing sores, piles, ulcers, bad legs, absces- ses, belles, ringworm, erysipelas, serenade, barber's rash, blackheads, acne, stiff- ness, rheumatism, and all injured, dis- eased or inflamed conditions of slain and tissue. Of all druggists . at 50e . a box, or postpaid from the Zam-Buk Co., Colborne street, Toronto. upon receipt of price. 6 boxes for $2.50. RESULTS OF BLOOD POISONING Cured by Zam•Buk—Chronic Ulcers and Eo:es of Nine Years Standing Healed by This herbal Balm. The wonderful value of Zam-Buk, the herbal balm in cases of chrome ulcers, sores, etc., is illustrated by the experience of Mrs. W. E. Rice, of Lone don Junction (Ont), She says: "I cannot be thankful enough for the day 'Lam-Buk came to Canada. Igor nine years I had been a sufferer. from running sores on my legs caused by blood -poisoning. I had tried every kind of ointment and salve that I had heard of, but none of them seemed equal to my case. Last winter I was worse than ever, and could not bear to stance • on my feed for five minutes. The pain was so acute that I could not bear to have my slippers on. "I heard of Zam-Buk, and decided to give it a fair trial. From first commenc- ing with it it did me good, and it has now cured me. 'Whereas before I could not stand on my feet for five minutes at a time. I can now not only stand, but walk about without feeling any pain whatever. I feel like a new woman I •ony, with all its appointments of solid gold, was an offering from Lady Dorn - ton. This superb workbox.—" "There, cease, Maberly. I see all these things. I admire then, and 1 acknow- ledge the kindness of my friends; but I am very tired; help me to undress." "Yes, my lady; but just lift up your eyes and look upon that Indian shawl. If that splendid shawl is not enough to restore strength to the fainting, I ash no judge of ladies nor shawls. That comes from your ladyship's cousin, Lord Sea - forth, who brought it from Constanti- nople, himself, no doubt." "It is very rich and rare. There, Mab- erly, give nie my dressing gown." "•Yes, my lady; and while you are rest- ing and drinking your tea, just feast your ladyship's eyes upon that bride dress and veil; and see this wreath of orange bloswoms, with the real perfume in them, sucle as the French only can make." prospects and. desire . 1 ria; c: nu.ee; nothing but the bitterness of an acrid heart.. Do not occupy ,your moble mind with may pons affairs, my badly, This, is "Yes, yes, i\iaberly, it is all very beautiful, no doubt; but I have now other things to occupy nen thoughts." "Other things, my lady." "Yes, yes; I am momentarily expect- ing Colonel and Mr. Hastings. When they arrive, show Colonel Hastings into the drawing room, and Mr. Hastings in- to the library, and come and let mo know. And now leave nie. I wish to be alone." "Yes, my lady," said the wondering abigail, as she left the room. "Strange! oh, most strange, but yes- terday Lady Etheridge of Swinburne, the mistress of all this vast estate, the betrothed of Albert Hastings, and to- day—to-day—only Laura. Elmer, the daughter of the village laundress. Yet still the betrothed of Albert Hastings. That was the dearest title I ever had. I have that still. Oh, thanks be to Hea- ven, amid. all the wreck and ruin of my fortune, I have that precious title still. Will he be faithful in my fallen for- tune, Yes, yes• Oh, traitress that I should be to doubt hint for a moment. Yes, he will be faithful. He never loved me for my rank or fortune. He loves me For myself. Upon the rock of my husband's love I may repose, for I know he will never change with changed fortune. He will throw his strong arm around me against the world. Had this calamity fal- len upon him, and stripped him of rank and wealth, and name and fame, I should have loved him even more deeply for his misfortunes. I should have been the happiness of my life to make him forget them. 1 judge his noble heart by mine! He will be faithful! Do your worst, fate. Strip me of my rank and wealth, and name and fame, and friends, and all external goods. You cannot touch my heart. where, safe as a jewel iii its cas- ket, lies the treasure of my life, the love of Albert Hastings." mused Laura, as she sat amid the transitory splendor of her dressing room. BORROWERS TOOT{ THE HINT. Suburban Housekeeper Returns Their Own Coffee and Gets Desired Relief. In a suburb of this city resides a matron who prides herself upon her coffee, and those who have enjoyed the hospitality of her board agree that her pride is well founded. For months she has been distressed by the propensities of some of her neighbors who have bor- rowed coffee, and that only, to her occa- sional but serious inconvenience. It was true they returned what they borrowed, or imagined they did, but the coffee they brought her back was not of the quality of that they borrowed. She could not in justice to her reputation or her own requirements or the maintenance of her reputation so much as use it. On one occasion when her complaints to her husband were particularly sorrow- ful he suggested that she keep the coffee returned to her for use when her visitors sought to borrow more instead of throw- ing it away as she had been doing. And she at once put the plan into execution. The next borrower was received sweet- ly and her request for a portion of coffee complied with most graciously. It was promptly returned, but with less appearance of gratification than had been the wont. The plan was continued and applied to the others. "Mrs. Jones' coffee is not of as good quality as formerly," said one neighbor to another. "So I've noticed," said the other neigh- bor. In less than a month the borrowing ceased entirely.—Philadelphia Record. One Club Quite Enough. (Detroit Free Press.) 11e—How many clubs do you belong to? She—Just one. !He—what's that? She—The club 1 hold over my husband. Tommy — "Pop, ears are always on the side, aren't they?" Tommy's Pop— "Yes, my son." Tommy—"Then what's "My lady, Mr. Hastings waits your ladyship's pleasure in the library," said a footman, °penin.; the door. "Very well, Williams, precede and an- nounce me," said his mistress, rising and leaving the dressing room. , "Will he be faithful?" she mused, as she passed .along the halls communicat- ing with the library. "Will he be faith- ful? I shall know now!-•- nay, do 'new! My life --my soul on his fidelity. He will be faithful!" And with this inspiring word upon her lowing lips, and with this thought your wedding clay; 1 hoer: the honor to lighting up her eloquent; face, she en - wish you melt joy. mirhmoi1" said Rose, tared the library and Mend in the pre.