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The Herald, 1908-05-15, Page 3T E USURPER Jordan fidgeted with. his feet, and, keeping an eye on the street, turned up the collar of his coat and pulled his hat over his brews. "My good Rachel," he said, you—you eau"t expect me at this time of night and in the open street, to stand here talking with you. We shall be seen, and _and—" "You did not mind being seen with me two years ago, Jordan," she said, with sad reproach. "Didn't I?" thought Jordan, but he said aloud: "That was very different; cir- cumstances have altered, and --and--" He saw some of the people coming from . Lady Marlowe's coming up the street, and turned upon her with smothered anger. "Follow me toward the park," and he walked away with his head bent even lower than usual. The wornan followed him with a weary gait which spoke of mental as well as physical weariness, and Jordan, stopping in the darkest corner .he could find, turn. ed and confronted her. "Now, Rachel," he said, with some- thing approaching his ordinary smooth - nese, "tell me what this extraordinary proceeding means." "Is it so extraordinary, Jordan? Did yon think that I should receive that let- ter and do nothing; that 1 should sub- mit to be treated like—like a dog—ahl worse; a toy you had got tired of?" "Bush, hush!" he said, for her sad voice had grown louder, and a policeman paused in his heavy tramp and looked at them. "For heaven's sake, my good girl, don't snake a scene! it can do no possible good, quite the reverse, in fact, and --Confound it! you have attracted attention already. Here, take my arm. We must walk on, 1 suppose." She declined his arm with a gesture, and walked beside him, her trembling hand holding her shawl together. "Now, tell me all about it, and what— what you hope to effect by dogging me in this way," he said, with barely con- cealed impatience "and for -goodness' sake, speak quietly, and don't give way to heroics. 1 thought 1 had explained everything in the letter:' "That cruel letter!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "How could you write it, Jordan, remembering all that we were to each other, and so shot a time ago?" "What is the use of harping on the past?" said, with a sudden burst of irritatie , which he subdued by a palp- able effort. "The past, my dear Rachel, , and the present are very different things. When you and I—er—er—amus- ed ourselves by playing at lovers two sears ago w down at that infernally she- Lpad� was onlyJordan .id watezin place, 1 u ynne, the soof a man who night dis- inherit n;e any moment, and you—" "And I." she said, in a voice hoarse with suppressed emotion, "what was 1, Jordan An innocent, ignorant girl, who believed in and trusted the man who told her that he loved her Yes, trusted, Jordan" Sir Jordan bit his lip. "A11 that, as 1 say, was two years ago, and ---and in short, the dream you and I indulged in cannot be realized. Great heaven!"1t was seldom Sir Jordan per- mitted himself to use strong language, and his doing so on this occasion showed how much upset he was by this incon- venient interview—"Great heaven! you —you didn't suppose that 1 was going .to marry you, after—after—" "After you became a rich man with a title," she finished, with a catch in her voice, her dark eyes fixed on his face, which looked mean and sneaking at that moment, and quite unlike the intellect- ual countenance which shone in the House of Commons. "Yes, Jordan, that is what I thought what you led me to think, when you promised me, with oaths that would have deceived any girl. Jor- dan—" she caught his arm—"you will not be so unjust, so cruel, so heartless, as to desert me now!" and she stood still, panting and searching his pale, downcast face for one faint sign of re- lenting. He shook her hand off his arm. "Desert you? Certainly not," he said. "I am not capable of euclt—such conduct. As I told you in my letter—in which I am sure I endeavored to be explicit enough, and which I think you must have understood--" "Ah, yes," she said, with a heavy sigh. "It was easy to understand." "Very well, then," he resumed. "I pointed out to you plainly that it was not possible that your—well, under the circumstances, really unreasonable wishes could be realized . I have no in- tention of marrying. 13ut, as I said, I am anxious --anxious, my dear Rachel," his voice grew softer and smoother, and very like the voice in which he addressed a charity meeting, "that your future should be provided for. I mentioned a certain sum of money which I deemed sufficient, amply sufficient to maintain tr. you—in—er—comfort—and I expressed a hope, which you will allow me to repeat, that some day, end before very long, I trust, you may meet with some honest, respectable man who will make you a devoted and affectionate wife. One mo- ment, please," he continued, smoothly, for she had opened her quivering lips as if about to interrupt him. "I think if you will consider the whole case from a —er—rational point of view, you will admit that.I have done all that lies in my power to—to--atone for the—er— folly of the past . I certainly expected that you would have received my offer in the spirit which dictated it, and--er —would have accepted it with, if not gratitude—for 1 am aware, my dear Ra- chel, that we must not look foe gratitude in this world—at least with satisfaction. It appears, however, that my not unrea- sonable expectations were doomed to disappointment, and instead of acquies- cing in the—er—decrees of Providence, and failing in with my view of our mut- ual obligations, you have thought fit to follow me to London, and he.re in the public streets ---my dear Rachel, I did not deem you caapble of Ws --to force your- self upon me and••--er---make a scene." He had finished at last, and stood looking at her steadily from under' his lids. an expression of mock indignation and long suffering on his pale face. But he could not meet her eyes; eyes which had grown darker with the sombre light of an injured woman's anguish and scorn. "Come," he said, "let us part as friends, my dear Rachel. We will not exchange any more harsh words. You will see. the wisdom of the step 1 have taken to --to --end our little friendship, and I am sure you know me better--'--" "Know you! Yes, I know you!" came pantiugly from her writhing lips. "1 know you now! Oh!" --she raised her clenched hands and let them fall again heavily --"`oh, that I should ever have been deceived by you! Flow --my God! —how could I ever have believed in you for one single moment? Why couldn't 1 see that you were a devil and a, monster instead of a man? But I was alone in the world, and innocent—no father, mo- ther, friend, to warn or guard me, and She broke down and leaned against the park railings,, covering her time with her hands and shaking with sobs that brought no relief. J'ordan gnawed at his under lip and looked round watchfully: "Come, cone, my dear Rachel," he said, soothingly. "Permit me to say that you take too black it view of—of the case. Now let no be more cheerful. Your future, as I have pointed out, is provide for. The money I have offer - mercy and pity as shown me." She looked at him full in the eyes, her face distorted. by 'the convicting emo tions—despair, resentment, bunlilriation --which tortured her; then, dragging the shawl r.•und her, turned and left him. Before .,be had gon'e manar yards he saw her stagger and fall againet the raile ings, by which she eupported,herself by one hand. Sir Jordan Lynne did not go to her as- sistanee, but waited 'until she had recov- ered and moved on aga•ine then, he, too, turned on his way home. oil `cry Ile was very much annoy , much upset, indeed. Be had actually of- fered this foolish youtig creitture, who really had no --no claim upon him, fifty pounds a year, and she had treated him thus. agitated face upon • 1t was quite an ag which the policeman who had been watch- ing. the interview from the corner, turn, ed his lantern. He recognized Sir Jordan and saluted him, and Sir Jordan smooth- ed the harassed lines from hie face and acknowledged . the salute graciously, "Hope that young woman hasn't been annoying you, sir," said the constable. "No, no." replied Jordan. "She is a pen- sioner, the daughter of a servant, in our family, and I am sorry to. say "she has fallen into evil ways. I have jest been saying a few words in season;, conetable, but 1 am afraid"—and lie shook his head and sighed. "If—if you should meet with her loitering about near my;,,p1, per- haps it will be as well to point but -to ler that the police have instructions to protect persons from annoyance. You un- derstand me, I have no doubt," The policeman's hand, with Jordan's half sovereign in the palm, went to his helmet. "I understand, sir," he said. "I'll give her a word of warning if 1 see'her loiter- ing about." `Thank you, Good night,`. constable," murmured the good and moral baronet, and with a glance behind him to ascer- tain if Rachel was in sight. or not, he opened his door with a latchkey and passed in to the repose which so esti- mable a gentleman deserved. It was on this eanie night, the night Jordan had turned a deaf ear to the prayer of the girl he had ruined, that Neville, his salt brother "the scapegriume of the family," as Jordan called him, had spent every penny he possessed in the purchase and rescue of the orphan of Lorn hope Camp. u ed—" She turned on him so suddenly that the amiable Sir Jordan started back from her blazing eyes and upheld hand. "Money! Do you dare to think I would touch it—that I would accept one penny? No, not if I were starving! You offer me money! Jordan Lynne, you don't know what you are doing. You are driving a broken-hearted woman des- perate! Desperate! Do you hear? Do you hear? Do you know what that means? Do you?" She drew nearer to him and glared into his shrinking eyes. "You you coward!" She drew a long breath. "With all my misery, in this the hour of my humiliation, the bitterest pang of all is the thought—the thought that burns, burns into my heart—that 1 once trusted you, yes, and loved you! And you offer me money! The woman who should be your wife, but whom you have betrayed and deserted! Look at me, Jordan; look well at me. You re- member what I was. I've heard from your own lips often enough—those lying lips!—that I was pretty — beautiful. Look at me now; look at your handi- work." She drew the shawl ,from her white face, distorted by passionate de- spair and indignation. ' Do you think money can restore me to what I was— give me back all I have lost, all you have robbed me of? No, not all the riches of the world! There is only one thing you can do for me, now that with a sneer you have told me that you will not, never did mean to, make, inc your wife; you can kill me! Yen shrink rrom that -- for Jordan, biting at his lip, had shrunk. "Is it worse to kill the body or the soul? What is there left for me but to die?" Her voice broke into a wail, a moan that might have touched the heart of a satyr. then suddenly grew fierce and hard and determined, "But no, 1 will not ---I will not die! I will live, Jordan Lynne; live for the hour in which God shall strike the balance be- tween you and me. The hour will come!"—she struck her .breast—"it will come, sneer as you may." Jordan was not sneering, be was far too uncomfort- able to manage a sneer. "Anel when it does come, I will show you as much man of nearly twenty always treats ti girl of fifteen. She was a mere child in his eyes, a child to be petted and 'hu• mored and taken care of," but some- times he found Himself startled and bothered by some trick of speech or turn of thought in the child which savored very strongly of the full grown Woman; and at such times—when, for instance, she would quote Tennyson, as she had quoted Shakespeare, and let fall some bit of worldly wisdom from her soft lips --he would straighten his back and wipe the perspiration from his brow, and stare at her meditatively,,and the question would rise in his mind un- easily: "What on earth shall I do with her when she grows up?" 13ut he always put it aside with the reflection that she was only a child and that she wouldn't "grow up" for years yet, and so enol with laughing at her precocity. As to the light in which Sylvia re- garded him—who can describe or even divine it? This much may, however, be said; that she regarded him as her broth- er, anu in the recesses of her girlish mind thought him the best, the handsomest, the bravest, and altogether the noblest specimen of man. Besides, he was something more than her brother. She never forgot for a moment, though since his injunction she had never again referred to it, that he had "bought" her, and she regarded him as her owner and master. She consid- ered that she owed him not only sisterly love, but implicit obedience. Neville had only to express a wish for her to set about gratifying it; indeed, very often Neville found that she had supplied his desires before he had given them voice. If he had told her to climb up the rug- ged hill that overlooked the valley and throe herself from the highest precipice she would have done it. She was his by right of purchase, and something more, and this conviction, which in her mind was me strong as a religion, brought no pain with it, but, rather, a vague kind of pleasure and satisfaction. During the month things had been looking up in Lorn Hope Camp, and though no one had found a nugget as big as 'Neville's, the men had had better luck, and some of then declared that the "orphan," as they called Sylvia, had brought the luck back to Lorn Hope, and that they were all going to be rich. Neville's claim only just paid for his labor—at very low wages—but he still stuck to it, and with more contentment than he would have imagined possible. Working by one's self, with no one to share hopes and fears, was a different thing from working with Sylvia's sym- pathy always turned on, and the dust and the heat, though they were really quite as bad as before, did not seem half so unendurable and aggravating •evith Sylvia sitting by the edge of the ;:;t, just out of the dust, and in the e 1e of an awning he had riggedp was never tired. of sitting there, after a long silence Nev- �trY, CHAPTER V;{'";, Before a month had ee showed signs of marked. She still looked rather lir like a colt that is well for; whereas when Neville he had re-ehristened hems,, her she was like a col left to the mercy of th bitter weather on som Her face had io stricken expressiont+' straight to the hns ever-merable n first seer Y lee was qu ,, eyes, u she Zvi was ev passin• his-,. wound and soot Meth, who had ated the girl's p looked at her witlio hundred pounds!" go in a way, fond of her, was good enough to peri most of the work of the have extended her kindn of allowing Sylvia to do i ville interfered and inforine, he had not bought a dome but a. "sister." Thor Y' ® 9z,'>��� Y;r�kl®� tf Is N�!�141,f AI//C:iW1 ar ;irr,cAIY USED TINE WORLD OVER TO CURE 4 U Always remember the full name. Look for this signature on every box, 25e. sil SBD IN ORAE 1 Sylvia ovement. eolt, but d eared auk, as ought been and AND PIMPLES Disappear Under Treatment Witk Dr. Williams Pink Pills. There can be health and vigor only when the blood is rig* and red. There are thousands of young men t preaching manhood who need t fes, red blood that only Dr. Williams' Pink Pills can make They have no energy; tire out at the least exertion, and feel by the time they have done their dare work, as though the day wax 0 week long. In some cases there is a far- ther sign of danger in the pimples arid disfiguring eruptions which break out on the face. These are certain signs that is out of order and that a com- plete breakdown may result. In this emergency Dr. 'Williams' Pink Pills is the medicine these young men should take. These pills actually make rich, red blood. They clear the skin of pimples and eruptions and bring health, strength and energy. Here Inc the experience of Adolphe Rolland, of St. Jerome, Que., a young man 13 years of age, who says: "For more than a year 1 suffered from gen- eral weakness, and I gradually grew so weak that'1 was forced to abandon my work as a clerk. My appetite failed me, I had occasional violent headaches and I began to 'suffer from indigestion. I was failing so rapidly tbat 1 began to fear that consumption was fastening it- self upon sue. Our family doctor treated me but I did not gain under his care. I was in a very discoura.ged state when a friend from. Montreal came to see me. He strongly advised nee to try Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills I did so and inside of three weeks I began to feel better, mybegan-toappetite began -to imarove and I seemed to have a feeling of new courage. I oontinued the pills till I had taken ten boxes and I am now enjoying the best health I ever had. My cure surprised many of my friends who began to re - ea gard me as incurable and I strongl advise other young men who are w to follow my example and give Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills a fair trial." Bad blood is the cause of all common diseases like anaemia, headaches, neuralgia, rheuma- tism, sciaticas, indigeston, all nervous troubles, general weakness and the spe- cal ailments that only worsen folk know. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are the one cure. because they go right to the root of the trouble in the blood. They change the bad blood into good blood, and thus bring health. strength and en- ergy. You can get these pills from any medicine dealer. or by mail at 50e a box,Wil- liams'or six boxes for $2.50, from the Dr. Wil- liams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. nd, she o do would length at Ne- eth that is servant, As Sylvia grew stronger 'elle became happier. Those wondrous gray eyes of hers grew bright with a light., that seem- ed to illuminate the hut, especially at night, when the solitary candle shone on them as she sat at needlework; the said needlework consisting of repairs to "Jack's" clothes, which sadly needed them. Her voice, too, altered,. and though it was still low pitched and refined there was a ring in it whieh reminded Neville of bells heard at a distance, of an Aeol- ian harp, and sundry other kinds of music. But if her voice wag like music her laugh was music itself. It is true that she laughed but seldom, but when she did Neville found himself obliged to laugh, too, or die, and he eanght him- self setting traps for that laugh, and rejoicing when he succeeded in. catching it. It was a strange life for a young girl. Besides her "brother" Jack and liieth, she saw no one excepting at a: distance, for the miners, taking the hint which Neville had given Locket, 'carefully avoid- ed the neighborhood of the young un's claim and `-left him alone more severely than ever. But Sylvia did not appear to find it drill, and seemed perfectly content, Ne- ville had found two or three heelss at the bottom of his trunk.. A volume of Tennyson, Macauilay's England. "Wild Sports hi the West," and '`The Ferrier's Vade Mecum," and Sylvia devoured these of an evening, when she felt disinclined for needlework, and soinetimes brought one down to the edge of the claim and read there; very often;'however, letting arded in. ber llap, wbuodcherbeyesssdveli n the hand- some face and stalwart form of "her brother," as he picked and dug and toil- ed in the dusty hole. "Indeed, her eyes were ,seidbm off him when he was within her sight, and she followed him about, unobtrusively when- ever she could, and seemed quite con- tented if he would allow her just to keep hint company, and did not mind his long fits of silence, Neville was not a great talker, but often when Sylvia thqught that he was unaware of or had forgotten her pres- enc,e, Inc was thinking of her, Half un- conetiously he liked to ,.have her near hila, and if she remained away from the claim longer than usual, he found him- self looking out for her. information Gratis. As a rule, engineers are anything but a frivolous class of mon; but occasionally. one comes across a Mack sheep. Recently a solemn -looking individual strolled into the refrigerator engine -roam and Mr .Guppy, the light-hearted second, to give him a little information about his engines. C5, ' uertalnlY," said Gtrk "those tW0 oa ,,b,�rnl fal}�n asleep, woul,�. vY, th called the jeremi- a .,� nor, �`�xu meet'Izer r�relr., es.a. / upon him, as if she found fier re evorthy of her attention than he book: One day, in the midst of one of these silences, she began to sing. At first she sang in a low, subdued voice, then, as if she lead forgotten his scraped the dust from his spade: :Bravo, Syl! You don't pipe badly. Thought it was a thrush at first—an English thrush, you know presence, her voice grew fuller, but not less sweet, and she sang like a nightin- gale. Neville was startled, but Inc was care- ful to keep his back to her, and not frighten the bird that had suddenly fill- ed the hot silence with such delicious melody. He waited until she had finished, then he said as carelessly as he could, as he "I know," she said, with an utter ab- sence of self-consciousness, without even a blush. "I remember." Iter eyes grew absent and thoughtful. "Yes, I remem- ber. Ie must be a long time ago-- "`Vhen you were in England?" said Neville. She nodded. "Yes. It was in the country I heard the birds sing:" She pressed her lips to- gether and knit her brows till they made a straight line over her eyes, "Yes, it was in the country, and—I can remem- ber, now I try, that I was riding a lit- tle pony. and—and—" She put her hand to her forehead and sighed. "It's all gone now! Wait a minute,' and she knitted her brows. "Never mind," said Neville. "No," she said, contentedly. "It does- n't matter, does it! And do you like to ,hear ins sing, Jack." "1 do indeed,' very much," he replied, "What was it you were singing. I seem to have a reeollection of it." "Bid Me Discourse,'" she answered, promptly, "It was one of my father's favorites. Ile taught it to ore, and some more of Bishop's," "Let's have another of the Bishop's, then," said Neville. (To he continued.) us fP I a, `can Hued 11, us �e re'ege �8e he wins m y In :+ aihitd ,ens, said onlY�nn; aftaira;and the thing like a distorted mangle • Now the jorenildtdler--so calledbecauseof its resemblance to a boil- ed owl—is really generating electricity fla- vored with red currents --you understand? Well. when we stir up the conflicting ele- ments the 3eremididlera brass pisocon eoted with r and an old othe freezer, and, owing to the ammonia extract- ed from the pipe mixing with the electricity, it 'freezes so cold that we have to find out the temperature with a six toot thermometer, and---" "My word," said the questioner, "that's wonderful!" and he waked off. "Hear ins kidding the old chap?" said Mr. Guppy, with a wink, to the chief, who had beau standing by. 'He's as green as a new cheese," yes, I've often thought so," said the chief quietly, "but he's the inspeoting en- gineer for the companY--Americau Mhe achinist. SLEEPING DRAUGHTS AND SOOTHING MIXTURES A wise mother will never give her little one a sleeping draught, sooth- ing mixture or opiate of any kind except upon the advice of a compe- tent doctor, who has seen the child. All these things contain deadly poison. When you give your baby or young child Baby's Own Tablets, you have the guarantee of a government analyst that this medicine does not contain one particle of opiate or narcotic, and therefore cannot pos- sibly do harm—but always do good. Mrs. George M. Kempt, Carleton Place, Ont., says: "I have given Baby's Own Tablets to my baby since he was two weeks old. He was a very small, thin baby, but thanks to the Tablets he is now a big, fat, healthy boy." Sold by medicine dealers or by snail at 25 cents a box from The Dr. Williams' aledieine Company, Brockville, Ont. �.a Kind Deed At a meeting of a Band of Mercy olast in a small town near Denver each child relates the kind deed he or she has re- cently done. One day the teacher asked little Emily to relate the kind deed she had done. She quickly rose and said: "I took off a tin tan tied to a little dog's tail." The teacher risked, "Did you know who tiedit on?" "Yes," replied Emily, with hesitation. "I didn't know any kind deed to report, so I tied it on so that I could take it off:"—Philadelphia Ledger. Spring Cleaning. Mrs. Jones—Good gracious, Mrs. Brown, why is your husband going through all those strange' actions? Is he training for a prize-fight?" Mrs. Brown—Not at all; Ire's merely getting in form to beat the carpets.-- Harper's Weekly. eau. Editor—This joke about the bakes being a loafer is an awful chestnut. Jokesmith—Yes, but I've given it a new twist. 'l: !:J-