HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1908-05-22, Page 6"Not, the Bishop's: it's a mans name.
Skirl, you never hear of him, Jack?"
"Never," said Neville, placidly.
She pondered for a moment or two
over this confession of ignorance.
"You don't see into know much, Jack,"
she remarked; not in a tone of cenruro,
but by way of recording a simple fact.
"You're right, Syi,' 'he assented, cheer-
fully. "What I don't know would make
the biggest book you ever saw. My ig-
norance is—is sublime. If I hadn't been
=oh a complete duffer I shouldn't be
here graveeligging."
"Where would you have been, Jack?"
aloe inquired, leaning her head on her lit-
, file brown paw, and looking at him with
her great gray eyes.
"In the army, he said,
cling up
the dust. "I had my chance,
t
r threw it away. I Wright have had an.
ether, for the governor was as fond of
nee as I was of him, but for ---
He stopped suddenly; he had been
speaking more to himself than to her.
"Poor Jack, came a soft murmur like
sweet music.
Neville lokedo up.
"Oh, I don't deserve any pity, Syl," and
he laughed. "I only get my deserts; many
a better fellow than me—
"Than I"—said Sylvia•.
"Than I"—said Sylvia.
"Eh? Oh, ah, yes. I'm not much on
grammar. That's one of the reasons I'm
here."
'Then it's a lucky thing for me you are
not," she snid, naively.
Neville laughed.
what's one way of looking at it," he
said. 'Now sing something else, SyL"
She sang to hum again. This time an
rid French ballad,
Neville leaned against the sides of the
haat and listened with all his ears. He
was passionately fond of music.
"Hallo!" he said. "What's that?
Preach? Who taught younthat—but,
S 1 Syl." of
.course; I beg y pardon,
"Yes," she said, in a low voice. "He
:taught me that— everything. Ile said
I's-nowledge is power—to the person who
knows how to use it. And yet he was so
poor," she mused 3.thoughtfully.
mother,
"You don't remember y
Hyl?" asked Neville, as it occurred to
him that he might learn something of
leer people. Ile would have to find them
,same day and restore her.
ahook her Bead.
"'No; "she died soon after I was born.
"Papa seldom spoke of her; it always
made him sad and unhappy. And yet e
know that they were so happy—once,
for he told me that they lived in a very
beautiful house in the country, and that
the sun always shone; he meant that
they were always happy."
'Yes; he couldn't have meant that the
Faun really always shone—that is, if it
was in England," said Neville, concisely.
"'Yes; it was in England. Then trouble
.ane."
She shook her head thoughtfully.
"L don't know. Papa lost all his
money. It was not his fault. He had
an enemy --
Neville stared at her solemn faee.
"A what?"
"An enemy," she repeated. "A man
wise hated him, and wanted to ruin him.
I think he must have ruined him. Then
mamma died. I think she died of „ref:'
She paused, and Neville turned his
•heed away. If there had beeneany t hs
$ when n her eyes they had g
looked round again.
"Well?" he said.
He had not learned much that was of
any use to him yet.
"Then papa left England, and we tra-
veled about. We lived in France, and
pspa taught a school. That's as fax
back as I can remember clearly, and we
were very happy, we two. We used to
take long walks along the river flank,
and papa would tell me the name of
averry flower and teach me things, Then
one day he came home very sad and
tired lookipg, and said that we must
leave. His enemy had been to the school
aid told lies about him, and the people
had believed the enemy because lee was
ai.eh and powerful, and papa was poor
aid unknown."
Neville's blue eyes expanded.
"Why, it's just like a novel, Syl!" he
said, gravely.
.She melded.
'Is it? Then we took to wanwork
again, and sometimes papa got
teaching or in a bank or an office, but
woanor or Tater the enemy would come,
and we had to leave."
"He was a nice kind of man; the
enemy, as you call hien. What was his
name, Syl?"
She shook her head.-
"I don't know. Papa iipver told me"
"Pm sorry for that," said Neville,
efrenzaasentehohleasettsiallennelsra
"What could you do, Jaek?" she asked,
dubiously.
"Well, I could give him. the soundest
thrashing—but I' suppose he would be
too old, confound him!"
"Yee," she said, softly. "But I thank
yea all the same, Jack.,,
And she stretched out the brown paw
and laid it on his hot young arm.
Neville endured the caress; permitted
it, just as a young fellow of twenty suf-
fers his sisters to kiss him.
"Well," he said, "is that all?"
"That's all, I think. Except that poor
papa lost heart at last, and we crossel
the ocean --oh• how bad I wall --,and
eame here to Australia . But he couldn't
dig; he wasn't strong enough, and he
was different from the rough men --and
—and then—" She stopped and look-
ed down at the pit. "I hope you'll find
another nugget, Jack!"
"So do I!" he said, resuming work.
"I think there's bound to be one there.
Meth says that where thers's one there's
sure to be another. Jack."
"Well?"
"Did you give Meth all that money
she said you did?"
"Yes," he replied, shortly. "But Meth
shouldn't tell tales out of school."
Her eyes grew soft and melting as they
dwelt on him.
"Jack, I think you are the best, the
most generous—"
"Hullo!" he interrupted, wiht a laugh.
"Stop that, Syl. Don't knock me down
with compliments of that kind, especially
when I'm busy!"
He stooped and sifted the sand, and
put two or three tiny lumps of gold on
the edge. "That's something like, Syl-"
She took them up in her hand, and her
eyes sparkled.
"Oh, Jack, if you could only find an-
other nugget!"
"Yes!" he saki. "And1 want it worse
than I did."
"Do you?" she aai'I, turning over the
yellow morsels. "Why? Ah, you haven't
much money left after paying for me."
"Now, then!"
"And giving so much to :teeth. Bub
what will you do with it, Jack, ashen
you find it?"
And she drew herself full length to-
ward. the edge of the pit, very much. as
an Indian does, but with the added grace
of a young girl, and looked down into Jt
eagerly.
"What shall I do with. it?" said Ne-
ville, cheerfully. "Well, I shell send you
home to England, and put yo,yy,� at
good school—a first-rate one, yoT kno
where you will be with young ladies li
yourself. And then—take care! There,
you've dropped those lumps into the pit."
She had let the gold fall from her
hand and had slunk back under the awn-
ing, her face turned away from him.
"That's what I shall do," continued
Neville, picking up the gold carefully, and
ignorant of her sudden change of posture
and manner. "The sooner you are out of
this hole the better. It's not the proper
place for a young lady. You ought to
be in England, in the care of nice people;
and that's where I mean to send you
with the first nugget that turns up.
And then perhaps, if the luck holds out,
1 may come, too, and see how you are
getting on. But there, by that time, I
expect you'll be ashamed of a rough
digger who says 'me' for `I,' and—no, 3
don't mean that. You're not that sort,
are you, Sylf"
He looked up and saw that she had
turned her back to him and that her
head was dropping ,ver her bosom.
But with the 1h- tat:tease of his sex and
age he had not t :east idea of what
was the matter wita her.
"Now I wtjntter what I said to offend
herl" he inusted, "What rum things girls
are! Any o;tte would have thought that
she'd have been delighted at the thought
of getting Oa of this beastly place � and
going back to England, Well, there's no
're
kids. I understandingwomen
little Audrey ey en Hope
used to act just like that; take the huff
in a moment. Little ,Audrey ! By George!
I suppose she has grown to a woman by
this time. What ftin we used to have!"
He leaned• upon his spade and looked
vacantly watts the plain. Ho had for-
gotten the lt;ttle maiden who had stalked
off to the 1pt, and was back in. England, ope
a oy again,? romping
of the eerange,
With. a sigh he roused himself and
resumed. work. At limner time it was
Meth,and net Sylvia, who appeared.
"Hllo!" he said, t`whero'a Sylvia?"
Meth shook her head.
"'fears to ino;that young gal o' yours,
young un, is getting proud. `You take
his dinner, Meth, says se, as bold as
brass, ') shan't.' 1 told yen all along
as you was pamperin' her too much,
young 'un. There she sits with her hands
in her lap, sterin' at within', just like—
"All right," said Neville, hoisting him-
self up on to the bank, and beginning
to munch his dinner. "You let her alone,
Meth. I went have her interfered with."
just like a1 -Injun hiniage."
"Hinterfe;e! Who's hinterfering with
her? Seems to me I'm no account now,
and'ud better take my hook."
"Oh, no,", said Neville, who thoroughly
understood old Meth, "You've got to
stick by us, Meth, because you've got to
take care of Sylvia."
"Seems to me, young un,"
Meth, lankly, "that it's you
takin' care of more than her,"
Neville fell to work atga n wellr that
after dinner. The claim p.
day, and in an unusually buoyant frame
of mind. he shouldered his tools and
wended home.
Sylvia was seated very much as Meth
had„ described her, and when Neville
spread out the results of his day's work
on the plank table she would scarcely
deign to look at it; but swept it into a
heap disdainfully and plumped down his
supper in front of him.
"Why, you might be an empress, the
way you treat the root of al levil, Syl,"
he said, with a short laugh. "I tell you
it's a jolly good day; but come and
have your supper."
"I don't. want any supper," she said,
and walked to the door of the hut,
"What did I tell you?" said eMth.
"That's the way she's been behavin' all
the arternoon. It's pride and a full
stomach; that's what it is"
"Shut up and leave her alone," said
Neville, goed-temperedly. "You don't un-
derstand' young girls, Meth. Leave 'em
alone, that's the best thing to do."
!is supper, but with only half
;eh, and with many a glance
of the hut, and was fill -
be heard a. cry.
and leaped to the
i e, an was nowhere
"Very 'well, then. But take niy second
and last Warning; the last --do you
hear; I give you till to -morrow morning
—8 o'clock. If, when I ooine down to
the camp at that time I find you still
there, I shall shoot you on sight, lake a
dog. Wait," for Lavarick, with an evil
glance with his skew eye, Was preparing
to shuffle off. The horse had returned
to the camp long since. "I don't think
you'll risk your skin again, and yet you
have done so. What is your object, Lav-
arick?"
"A man of my years don't like to be
outbid by a young un like you," he
said, "and the boys have worried me a
good bit about it. I didn't mean her
any harm. I wanted to get the best of
you, that's all,"
Neville, .ignorant ' that Lavarick had
Played. the spy while Sylvia's father was
dying, did not know whether to accept
this reason for Lavarick's attempt at
kidnapping or not.
"Very good," he said. "You'll get the
vary worst of me next time, my friend.
Now be off. Remember! The 'boys'
will want another .undertaker to -morrow
if I find you still in camp. Go!"
The man looked at him silently, then
dropped his eyes to the ground.
Lavarick immediately availed himself
Of the permission, and"Neville, after lis-
tening until his footsteps had died away,
returned slowly to the hut.
retorted
as wants
He ate
the us
tower
grim ly .
"Why. Tack?" CHAPTER IX.
""Beoause I should make it my business
when I got out of this hole to find that Neville looked at her with all a man's
individual and try and sctuare accounts" beautiful stupidity.
.calling for her as
he ran. r;mwas dark, as dark as it can
be at that time .of the yeor and nett in
Australia, and he blundered on straight
before bine, still calling her name.
Suddenly he herd, to the right of him,
the cry reteated. It was her voice.
He tore along, his revolver in his hand,
and stumbled upon a horse.
Beside tbe horse stood Lavarick, strug-
gling with Sylvia.
Neville hurled himeelf upon the man
like a thunderbolt, and struck him twice
with the stock end of the revolver.
Lavarick released Sylvia and turned.
upon Neville. Something glittered dully
in the darkness, and Neville felt a sharp
stinging pain in his shoulder. The next
instant Lavarick was under his feet and
the knife jerked twenty yards away.
A. mad rage possessed Neville, and his
hmnds tightened. on Laverck's throat,
and that gentleman was within an appre-
ciable distance of his end, when Neville
felt a hand upon his arm an da trembling
voice •amid in leis ear:
"No, not ...Don't, Jack, don't! He's
not worth it."
Neville loosened his hold and Laavr-
ick struggled to his feet, his long, claw-
like hands fumbling at his throat, his
eyes almost starting from their sockets,
glaring in. ,a ,f`renzy of tearer at his as-
sailant.
Nevillegave him a shake which threat-
ened to loosen every tooth in his head."
"Lavarick," he said, in a voice terrible
in its unnatural calmness. "I shall have
to kill+yeu l"
Sylvia, trembling in every limb, drew
near with attain!) cry, but Neville waiv-
ed her back. Isis face was white, his lips
eet, and, the blue eyes seemed to shoot
Elam*.
A strong man's rage is a terrible sight,
but it is also glorious, and no one can
nveasure the depth of admiration and
acicration which filled the heart of the
Young girl to overflowing as she looked
at her brother and protector, transform-
ed by her righteous anger into a semi -
god.
"I shall have to kill you, Laverick!"
he repeated.
Laverick put up both hands,
"Give me timet Lot me speak!" he
gawped, hoarsely. "I -t'II give you all
the money----"
Neville flung him down and knocked
his head :on the hardbound two or
three tithes. -
"You hound!" he said, with ereeh
knock., "You viper! You're not fit to
crawl about among honest men! You'll
give me—therel" He flung him. away
"Get up anal keep out of my 'reach.
Wait; stay there. Sylvia, you go home
while I—talk to this gentleman.'
She hesitated tt moment, 1{then urned
and left %themg glancing
y
again and again.
"Now," rasa Neville, between his
olcnehed teeth, ."you owe your life, my
friend, to her; you know that."
Lavarick, feeling his throat and han-
dheld/1E made a terrified gesture of e-
!grist;
Lavarick's persistence puzzled him. lie
knew that the man was a coward, and
that it must have been a strong induce-
ment to urge him to make the attempt
which Neville had foiled. Perhaps the
"boys" had goaded him on, in the hope
that Neville would dispose of him. Lav-
arick was no favorite, and could well
have been spared.
Sylvia was waiting at the door of
tho but for him.
•Dias—has he gone?" she -asked, in a
low voice that trembled but very
slightly.
"Very much. gone," said Neville.
"Jack, you don't mean—"
"No—no!" he said, laughing shortly;
"though he deserved it, and would have
got it, but for you. What I meant was
that he's gone for good. Lorn Hope
Camp will be deprived of one of its orna-
ments. Don't be frightened, Syl; we've
seen the last of him."
She turned her face to him. It was
rather pale, but her eyes met his steadi-
ly for a moment.
"I am not frightened," she said. "I
was till you came up, then—she paused,
and her face lit up—"I knew I was
safe."
The infinite reliance and trust ex-
pressed by her voice would have touched
an older man; but Neville scarcely no-
ticed it.
"Did you ever see Lavarick before,
Syl? I mean before you came to the
camp?" he asked, thoughtfully, taking
off his coat. -
.She shook her head.
"No, Jack; no. Ah
She broke off with something between'
a gasp and a scream and shrank back,
pointing to his sleeve. It was saturated
with blood.
"What's the matter? Oh, yes; I sup-
pose the fellow scratched me."
She was at his side the next instant
and with trembling hands was baring
his arm, her face now deadly white.
"Now, then, don't make a. fuss; he
said. 'It's nothing. I don't feel it just
now."
"Olt, Jack, Jack!" she murmured.
She flew for a basin of water and a
towel, and forced him into a chair, and,
with a series of shudders, bathed the
wound.
It was not much more than a scratch
and Neville, reaching for his pipe; sub-
mitted with a tolerant resignation.
"Look sharp and get it over before
old Meth &Imes back, or she'll cackle
for an hour and drive me silly."
lindly,
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TONIC TREATMENT
A Cure for Ai:aeltrifa That is Show-
ing Remarkable Proofs of Cures.
in Stubborn Cases..
When the body becomes weak and run
down, either from overwork, worry or
severe illness, an examination of the
blood would show it to be weak and
watery. This condition is culled anae-
mia, which is Alm medical term for
"bloodlessness." The common symp-
toms are paleness of the lips, gums and
cheeks, shortness of breath and palpita-
tion of the heart after the slightest ex-
ertion, dull eyes and loss of appetite.
Anaemia itself is a dangerous disease
and may gradually pass into consump-
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its cause—which is the poor condition of
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ry he necessary nourishment to every
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Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are the great-
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Mrs. D. Estabrock, Brooklyn Road, N.
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from early childhood, we were constantly
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She was always pale and listless, suffer-
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night, and would often toss and moan
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I believe that Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
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which there are young girls.
All medicine dealers sell these pills or
you can get them by mail at 50 cents a
box or six boxes for $2.50 from the Dr.
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Honesty of Japanese.
A staking illustration of the honesty which
Prevails among the upper classes of Japan
hes just boon furnished to the president.
Some years ago one of his friends, whil
traveling in Japan, requested a Japan
woman to purchase for him, whenever
opportunity arose, a 'piece of antique si
ae gave her $100 for the purpose,4,
Be came to the,United States e-414,1.
in work .here. He failed to receive the
or haus money, and he philosophically ohe
the amount -up to profit and loss.
Recently a party of Japanese tourists cavum
to this country and a little Japanese woman.
atter much trouble found the president's
11end,
"1 oouid not got as good a piece of silver
as you wanted,' she told him. "I kept your
money, hoping that some time I would see
something of value. But I did not. Here
le Your $100."
The president himself vouches for
storm.
"Getting hot ani ;tired, Syle he said.
"Better go indoors. But usI wait five
minutes longer. I fancy I've, come upon
a streak and you are as keen on it as
I am, I know, and ought to be keener
after what I have told you."
She was keen enough as a rule, and
was wont to watch every spadeful of the
dust he drew up; but now she seemed
quite indifferent, and would not turn her
head.
"There's gold there," said Neville,
cheerfully. "'I'd stake my life on it, and
you may see dear old England sooner
than you think, Sy!. Lord, though, how
I shall miss youl That comes of my
never having a sister; you see. I sha'n't
have anybody to come and talk and sing
to me when you've gone! Just pitch me
that `cradle,' will you'"
She pushed it with her tiny foot, still
keeping her face away from him.
"Look here!" he cried. "What did I
say? Here's some more of it! Look at
this, Syl!"
But to his amazement she kept her
head away from him, rose slowly, and,
tossing tbe thick, dark hair from her
j face, walked majestically toward the hut.
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Sylvia said nothing; she could not
have spoken; and Neville, there being
no looking glass before him, could not
see her face or the tears that slowly
gathered in her eyes,and, mingling with
the water;: fell upon his bare arm.
"There, that'll do; thanks," he said.
"You'd make a first-rate hospital nurse,
Syl. Here's old Meth coming. Give me
my- coat and that blanket. I shall just
roll myself up behind the door to -night,
not that Mr. Lavarick is likely to pay
us a visit, but because you'll sleep all
the sounder if you know I'm on the
watch. Now you go off to bed; you look
upset and tired. Good night, Syl."
"Good night, Jack," she said, in a very
low voice.
But long after Mrs. Meth had made
the night musical with her snores, the
inner door opened slowly and noiselessly.
and Sylvia., still dressed., stole out.
Neville was lying fast asleep, rolled up
in his blanket, his face resting on his
arm, his revolver in his hand.
She crept up to him noiselessly as a
shadow and stood looking down at him;
then she knelt on one knee
beside him, and with a touch as
light as that of a leaf falling on. a lawn
in autumn, smoothed the hair from his
brow, her lips murmuring his name.
(To be continued.)
It's a good thing to bottle your
wrath and tin lose the corkscrew.
this
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Mrs. Octave Paulin, Caraquet, N. B.,
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the various ailments of childhood and
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from The Dr. Williatms' Medicine Cb,
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Daffodils.
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The lovely spot is known to tradition
where Wordsworth saw his daffodil's
dancing by the lake; and though we
have no such clue to the spot . where
Shakespeare saw them "take the winds
of March with beauty," we can well pic-
ture it on one of his comely Warwick-
shire hillsides, where the dulness of the
midland landscapes begins to sink into
the charm of the west.—Landon Times.
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Take LAXATIVE BRO'dSO Quinine Tablets.
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Concrete Tombstones.
While the application of concrete in
the manufacture of tombstones seems
rather a grewsome one, says Gement
Age, sti11 • the ancients associated the
tomb with the highest artistic im-
pulse. The manufacture of concrete
tombstones is rapidly becoming an
important industry in itself,so great'
is the economy of concrete. The re-
sults already . accomplished Suggest
the possibilities of the fetters. With
concrete as the structural . material
there is no limit to the opportunity
of the artist. Whether the concrete
be so molded as to make the ornae
trental features an integral part of
the structure, or whether it be en-
crustedwith terra ootta in subdued
tones, the opportunity exists for the
exercise of the best artistic talent:,.. ,
Desips formerly made in marble or
granite can be readily reproduced in
concrete and at considerable smaller
coat.