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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1908-09-04, Page 3ME?CANflLE GO, OF CANADA, LIMITED OFFICES AND SAFE DEPOSIT VAULTS Bak of Hamilton Building, - - - Hamilton, Ont, AUTHORIZED TO ACT AS lEaewcutor, Administrator. Trustees. Guardian. Assignee. Liquidator. Receiver. Transfer Agante. Registrar of Shares. A Trust Company Doing a Strictly Trust and Agency Business CORREJPONDENCE INVITED HON. WM. GIBSON, President S. C. MACDONALD, Manager 4i "1:hey'll hear you, sir. Tun my mind, they'll hear you, and there'll be a pretty how d'ye do! .1 wish I had a drop of brandy or something, just to pull you together. You look—well, you look—" "Out of mind," said Neville. `So I am, but it's with joy, Trale, joy. What is to be done?" "Come home with me, and—have a pipe, Mr. Neville," suggested Trale, as one speaks to a child or a sick man in a delirium. "You can't do any good sit- ting here. If—if it's the lady you think, .you can go to -the Grange in the morn- ing, and—oh, for . goodness' sake, come home, sir!" "No," said Neville, "I'll stay here. 1 couldn't go if I wanted to, and I don't. I must see her somehow or other. There, I beg your pardon, Trale, I know you think I'm mad, and that the whole thing's a delusion; but I'm not, and it's all true. I tell you that lady is the wo- man I love, and from whom I've been parted, and whom I must and will see within an hour." "Hush, hush! fel- goodness' sake, Mr. Neville!" pleaded Trale. "We shall be heard directly, and there'll be a deuce of a row. There are servants al .about, and—" He stopped and ducked his head, "There! Just what I expected! Here's one coming now. Come into the shrubbery, sir, come on," and he dragged at him, Neville allowed him to half lead, half pull him into the shrubbery, but it was too late; ' Footsteps were heard coming nearer, and presently a tall figure strode up to them, and a voice sternly demanded: "Vflto's there?" Trale pressed Neville's arm to keep him silent. The newcomer repeated the question, and advanced upon their hiding place. "It's all up," said Trale, with a groan. "We must face the music," and he step- ped out. "It's all right," he said. still thinking the man was one of the Grange servants. "It's roe, Trale, Inspector Trale, and----" "Trale!" said the voice. "What are you doing here? Don't you know me?" Trate peered at him. "God bless my soul! It isn't Lord Lor- rimore, is it?" he exclaimed. "Yes," said Lorrimore, coloring a little. "I was going to eall at the Grange. I'm I'm just starting for Af- riot, and wanted to say good-bye to Miss Hope, and— But what are you doing here? Is there anything wrong?" "No, no," said Trale; "nothing wrong, My lord" "Who is that with you, one of your men?" asked Lorrimare, nodding toward Neville, who stood still looking at the Grange and listening to the voice, and utterly and completely regardless of his companions. `That," stammered Trale. "Oh, no, no, not one of my men—oh, er, what's the use of trying to keep it dark? No, my lord; this gentleman is Mr. Neville Lynne." If Trale had said, "The Creat Mogul," Lord Lorrimore could not have seemed more startled. "Mr. Who?" he exelnjmed. "Mr. Neville Lynne," repeated Trale. "Here, Mr. Neville, here is Lord larri- mere, a friend of Miss hope's" and he. pulled at Neville. Neville advanced, a lid nodded impati- ently. Then he started and stared, far Lord Lorrimore, as if some exquisite joke had been perpetrn test, flung himself VOMISItes "Neville Lynne!" he exclaimed, look- ing up at him. "That is my name," said Neville, star- ing at him. "I have not the pleasure of knowing—" "By heaven! that's not my fault!" ex- claimed Lorrrimore, with sardonic irony, "seeing that I've spent months and tramped thousands pf miles in trying to make your acquaintance, Mr. Lynne." Neville put his hand to his head. "I—I don't understand," he stammer- ed. "There is some mistake—delusion." "There is no delusion in the fact that I have been scouring a greater portion of the habitable globe in search of you," retorted Lorrimore, grimly. "How do you do?" and he held out his hand. Neville took it mechanically, and sank on to the seat beside Lorrimore. "Perhaps you'll explain, my lord," he said, in r. bewildered fashion. "Nothing easier," said_ Lorrimore, "I only wish it' had been as easy to find you. I—I am a friend of Miss Hope's" —his handsome face clouded darkly as he spoke her name—"and—and at her re- quest I left Englund three years ago to find another friend of hers yourself." "She—Audrey—sent you to find me! God bless her!" said Nevillle, his voice shaking, "Amen!" said Lorrimore, fervently. "She thought of her old playfellow. Yes, that was like her! God bless her!' "Amnon again!" said Lorrimore. "But—hut why did she send you. How carie you to go," asked Neville, not un- naturally. Lorrimore glanced at Trale, who had discreetly withdrawn out of hearing. "Because—because I had the iuisfor- tune to love Miss Hope," said Lorrimore, grimly. "You loved— Ah! .And she—,IordnnI" "Exactly," said Lorrimore, laconically. "When I came back I found her engaged to marry your brother, Mr. Lynne. Mind, T make no complaint. She was not en- gaged to me; had given me no distinct promise. But—but as I have the misfor- tune to love her still, it is not altogeth- er to be wondered at, that I should be anxious to get away from the sight of your brother's happiness. I am going to Africa. It is a charming country, and presents all kinds of novelty to the jad- ed traveler, and—But I think it would be more interesting if we talked of your- self, Mr. Lynne, and first,. if you will not deem me impertinently inquisitive, I should like to ask— where—the—devil —you have been these last three years? Down a coal mine, up in a balloon, at the bottom of the sea in a divingbell or where??" ' Neville looked at him, "I have been for the greater part of the time gold digging in Australia," he said, "in a place caned Lorn Hope—" Lorrimore swung round upon him. "I beg your pardon! Where?" "In a place called Lorn Hope," re- plied Neville. Loorimore stared at him. "You didn'•t bear your own name?" he said. "Lorn Hope! Why, 1 was there —or near it, There was no Neville Lynne living there then." "1 didn't use my own name," said Ne- ville., "I was called the young un or Jack." ' Lorrimore started up, then sante down, "The young un?" he amid, in n still voice. "leek! Yhy-Lwhy, you're dead!" "I know, I know," said Neville, put- ting his band to his brow "Excuse ane, Lord Lorrimore, but than talk bei A,r`J own on the bench nn:l Iannhed grimly. back an unhappy! time to ale, But thalt'.F Indoors or outdoors there is nothing quite so goarl as Triseuit-the Shredded Wheat Wafer, which contains in smallest bulk all the muscle -building, brain -produc- ing qualities of whole wheat. TRY IT AS A TOAST WiTH BUTTER, CHEESE OR FR UIT. SOLI) BY ALL GROCERS all._ppassed now, I h,.i..c:, enact-----,; 11e glanced at the wialcdow.. "Wait one moment, iVia Lynne," said Lorrimor. "You speak of an unhappy time,, You are, you say, the young uu of Lara Hope Camp; then ---then you must know that a young lady, Signorina Stel- la-- I mean Sylvia Bond—thinks you dead; actually thinks it at this moment," Neville stared at him. "You know her. Can it be possible that —thatyou are the geiatleman whir saved her from Lavariek?" "That wale his name, I believe; the bushranger; yet," said Lorrimore, Neville held out his hand and grasped Lorrimore's, his face flushing, his eyes glowing. "I should like to ?" he said. "The young lady ?" said Lorrimore. "Dear to me!" ec e laughed a strange always has been, d "Andi yet you allowedu were dead!" said Neville looked ratherd uncertain. "It was best," hr the best. When the d her and left me fori me of every penny k was dead against fallen into the handsd lady and a nobleman e of her, and I—I'm d Lorrimore, and I co n to her," and he hue "Y -es," said. Lor e proud, I see. But occur to you that the young suf- fer somewhat at ther, as we thought you.' Neville started, "No," he said, "P did she grieve much Lorrimore laughed. "Great heaven, he e remarked, ironically.? Why, my good frit we had to tight deaf r by hour, for days; , why—but I think I i proud man's bad enough,d one is worse, and I s con- ceited." Neville held his fn "My dear, dear d ed. ''And she's int , dropping his hand t "In there! Think o 1 shall see her die Lorrimore sighed. "Yes," he said, ha are a happy pian! love in there, and T her directly; but it tune the last time!' rose, Neville, biting his "I—I wouldn't give Lorrimore:" he said. • Lorirmore faced , then shook his head "There can be no . Lynne,,, he said. " gaged to your broth Neville groaned. "Look here!" he . , backwoods fashion. to Africa yet, You turn up. Look at m sneaking in this garden of an old friend, A the voice"—his own 'I love, the girl I've be ever, as 1 thought, my luck." "Yes! But your girl another man—at leas 1 don't know!" "•What!" gasped N idea of a doubt. "Sy "You see!" said Lv smile. "You can imagine Hopeless!" ` No, I can't!" said clinched at his side, his heav- ing. "If I fount] Sylvia, via, engaged. I'd—" • try to thank you was so dear to you hoed Neville, then h laugh. "She is, and eater than life!" her to think you Lorrimore, gravely, troubled an e said. "I did it fo se scoundrels seize dread, they robbed I possessed, Luck me, I heard she load of a. kind -hearts why would take eel a proud man, Loi old not be a burden g his head. rimose, "You ar died it never oecr ung lady might loos of her brother, "Poor Sylvia, did she— ?„ grimly. asks me that?" h "Did she grieve friend, she nearly died b inch by inch, hot and as to grieving 'd better stop, but a conceited should make you cue face in his hands. stung!' he murmur here!" he exclaimed o Lox- imore's arm fit, my lord! And directly." hanging his head, "You So is the ~roman I shall probably see will be for the last ' and with a sigh he lips, looked at hien up all hope, Lord rolled and started hope for me, Mr. Hiss Audrey Le en- ol'." said, in >' abrupt tDon t pin go off can't ta:, a'.ra may y case! lien am I to get a glimpse Audrey, and 1 hear broke—"of the girl been parted from for - Take courage by is not engaged to t, 1 don't think so; Neville, at the here l•ia engaged!„ rrinaurc, with a sac. how I feel! Neville, his hands s broad chest my little Syl- via, the other man nut of the win- dow," said Lorrimore, with a laugh and a sigh. "Yes. that's all very well for the backwoods of Australia, but—" he shrugged his shoulders, "well, Mr. Lynne, though nothing would give Inc greater delight than to fling Sir Jordan out of the window—I beg your pardon! 1 for- got that he is your brother!" he broke off, apologetically. Neville shook his heat. and groaned: "Would to God I could forget it, tool" he said. Before Lorrimore could ask for an ex- planation of this singularly unfraternal sentiment Trak carne uo, "There's Miss Audrey cone out on the terrace, Mr. Neville," lie said. "Now -- now, I was thinking if his lordship wouldn't mind going and breaking your being here to her, you might go and sea her. But you won't say anything about •—shoutyou know what!" he implored. Lorrimore assented at o:ece, "SVait here, Dar. 1:ynne, until •I -call," he said, and went toward the terrace. Sylvia had sung twice, and had then run up to see Mercy. "I'll smoke my cigar on the terrace," said the viscount, "if you'll come, Aud- rey. The signorina will join us whet she conies down, I holre--that is,. if she is not afraid of the night air." 1'na afraid of , nothing!" responded Sylvia, with a laugh, as she left the room. "Lovely night, isn't it?" said the vis- count, as he lit his cigar. Audrey did not reply, but Icaned her - bead on her hand and gazed into va- cancy dreamily. "How strange it is tint your • young friend does not get married. If I were unattached—" and he laughed. "It is very fortunate for you that her ladyship is not here to hear you," said Audrey, with a senile; then she sighed, "Sylvia is very young, mach younger than she looks—and why should she -get harried? Wiry should it be considered necessary that a woman should marry?" site asked, with. barely concealed bitter. ness and irritation. "Please ask me another," remarked the viscount. "Most women think it the great aim and end of their lives to en- clave some wretched, unhappy mane for --Hullo! wiw's this ceinai:a, eteross the lawn 13y Jove! at, iorrLnorel Now look out for squ.11t,, outing lady!" and he whistled softly. "Lord Lorricuorel" said Audrey, and she blushed and looked ever her shoul- der as if she meant to beat a retreat. "No, you don't!" said the viscount. "No running away, Miss Audrey! Ballo, Lorrimore, wbere, did you come from? How are you?" Lorrimore came up the steps and shook hands with them, his eyes just glancing at the viscount, and fixing themselves sadly and wistfully on And- rey's downcast face. "1 came down this afternoon," he said, rather tamely. "The fact is, I'm off to Africa." "To where?" exclaimed the viscount. "Africa, And I thought I should like to say good-bye to Miss Hope before I went, as I shall be away some time," Poor Audrey's heart beat heavily, and her bosom heaved. "Good heavens! what a man you are for rushing about!" said the viscount, re- proachfully. "You don't seem as if you could stop more than five minutes in one place, Africa, too! What's the use of spending your time among.savages? Be- sides, if you're so fond of 'em, you might as well stay at home; we've got plenty of 'em here. Have a cigar?" Have some wine ---I hope you've dined?" Lorrimore said falsely that yes, he had dined, and accepted the cigar. "We've got your friend, the famous Signorina Stella, in the house," said the viscount. "She'll be delighted to see you, I dare say, and I'll set her on to dissuad- ing you from this absurd African ides,; eh, Audrey?" "Sylvia will be very sorry," she said, almost inaudibly. "I'll go and see about some wine," said Lord Marlow. The two left alone were silent for a moment or two, Audrey's heart beating too fast to allow of her speaking at first, and Lorrimore wondering how on earth he should break the news of Neville's proximity. At last he said; "I'm afraid I have made my visit at an unconventionally late hour, Miss Hope, but I meant starting to -morrow." "You meant," she said, keeping her voice steady by an effort. "Yes, I may be a day or two later now. The fact is—" Then, like most men engaged in "breaking" the news, he blurted it out, "Audrey, I have heard of Neville Lynne." She started, but did not look overcome with joy. She was too much engaged thinking of another pian—the Earl of Lorrimore, to wit—to be very much moved, even by the return of her old friend. "'Neville!" "Yes! He—well, the fact is, that he is "Well," replied Lorrimore. "I should if Cylvia had not been here" here—" "1•Iere! Where! Oh!" and she looked round. "Yes," said Lorrimore. "I met him to- night, by the most singular chance, and I have -only just left him," ating, aggra- vating business alit the mid of man can conceive," he said, grimly. "Actually within a few miles of him a and not to know of it." "I—I' am so sorry" fat erect Audrey. "1f I had known the terrih l trouble you would have, t ---I never, no, never, would have asked sou rn" h S a d A n h n a s n 1 a n t e "Oh, I wasn't thinking of myself, not at all," he said, simply, "but of poor byl- via. And new the question is, how am I going to brine .aim to her without scar- ing her out of her senses? She thinks him dead—dead, don't you see?" "I see:" said Audrey, slowly and thoughtfully. '`Yes. I see!" And she indeed saw more than Lorrimore had put to her. She understood, now, why Syl- via was not married, why she received men's homage and admiration with such coldness and reserve. "Oh, the poor girl!" si:e mattered, "and to think it is Neville Lynne, 0h, I tun so glad! So glad!" and in her ioy ht her prospects of her friend's Mappineee, ;:lye turned to him with tears glistening in her eyes, and looking so lovely that poor Lorri- more's herald swam. "Yen. I'm _last he's tnrned up, and— and I wish I'd found him," and he turn- ed his heed awsg. Am,drey's eyes tad. "Rut naw we've got to bra* time news to her." he said. "You tee what a onion - did heard I ani at that kind of thing, and I'm afraid ycu will have to do it." "Yes." said Audrey, softly. "I will do it. Where is he?" "Out there in the shrubbery," he said, "Waiting for me to call }rim. Shall I do so?" "No, no; not yet. He must not come yet, is cs.�n she should. conte out sud- denly and see him, 'without being pre- pared --alt, here she is!" she broke off, as Sylvia's voice was heard singing as ser. came. 'Here's Lord Lerr•imore, via," said said Audrey, trembling a little. Sylvia utered an exclamation of plea- sure, "Oh, I am so glad!" and her soft little Palm clung round his. "And how unex- pectod—isn't it, Audrey?" "Yes,"' said Audrey, "lord Lorrimore has come on—on business—business of yelp's," "Of mine?" said Sylvia, smiling, "Has "Left him? Where? O, why did you not bring him with you?" aid Audrey. "Sylvia! What has Sy 1C is to do with him or he with her?" dem ndeudrey. Lorrimore was a bad had at telling a stow-. and he looked round helplessly. "The long and short of it is." he said, "tett they know each of er—that they are lentillentilfriends " "Sylvia and Neville Lyne!" "Yes „ And in as few word, s possible he told her the story, ora much as be knew of it, Andrey's eyes growing larg- er and larger as she lists eel and gazed at hire. "All the while the poor girl was lying et Wildfall, as near dealt. as she could Inc, and thinking him dead, he was at tarn Hope Camp, within few miles of her. It's the most exasper .50 1F.#i. keit 1{ SEE T "a EL ARM. AT (Went Ead of Dairy But (1ing). OROT1 r :Al IT'S FIRE, LIGHTNING, RUST an STORM PROOF Metallic Roofing Co. Limited, MANUFACTURERS, TORONTO and WINNIPEG 49 Ns, w.+littFlr.rm rty� a tt!ni1e7 ,WitairN.a.4.14 anything gone wrong at the opera? Has the manager refused to give me' another engagement? What is it? Why do you all look so grave? You can't bring me very bad news, Lord Lorrimor, for—for I have had all my bad news, you see, and all those I love, Audrey, and Mercy, and you if I may say so—are here near me, and safe. What is it?" "It's it's good news," stammered Lor- rimore, but Audrey motioned him to keep silent. "Yes, dear," she said, stealing her arm round her, "it is good news. Lord Lorri- more has. come to -night with a strange, a wonderful story, so strange and won- derful as to seem unreal and impossible. Do you think you could bear to hear it, Sylvia." Her voice grew lower, tenderer. "Sometimes great joy is as hard to en- dure as great sorrow; sometimes to find that those we have lost, lost forever, as we though, are still liv—" Sh,e stopped, terrified by the look that came into Sylvia's face; it was a tools as 'of one who hopes, yet dares not believe. "What—what —is it?" she panted, laking from one to the other, her face growing whiter each moment. "Such wonderful things happen—truth is stranger than fiction," stammered Lorrimore, getting near her in case she should faint and fall. "We've read stor- ies of people who've—who've—been sup- posed to be killed on --on the field of battle—you know, and—and turned up again, safe and sound after all---" Sylvia started, her eyes closed for a moment, and they thought she would fall; she swayed lightly, but she caught Audrey's arm, (To be continued.) • ..t, The source of all intestinal troubles is the common house fly; his buzz is the first symptom of typhoid. Wilson's Fly Pad is the only thing that kills them Cement Sewer Pipe. Portland cement pipes were made in England probably as early as 1825, be- fore the period when earthenware sewer pipes were beginning to be manufac- tured. Cement pipe of large size, with socket joints, are now extensively used in Germany, and they withstand not. only the effects of a severe climate, but the chemical action of sewage. More- over, they show an extraordinary endur- ance and remain perfect after a severe frost, when brickwork often fails. 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