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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1908-10-23, Page 3gee C•)3' 4 PTER 4. It was a pretty and picturesque scene nixie which the June sunbeams fell one bright mummer morning some few years ago. Out upon the lawn of Severnoke Cafe tle stood a young girl just in the first fitring-tide of youth, There was some - t ng in the brightness of her face that hazanoeized with the beauty of the day. It was a picture that an artist would 'have immortalized—the variety of flow- ers of every color that diversified the ;roan grass of the lawn, and the golden aniseaans that lit up the scene. The cera- tre figure, which seemed to concentrate the light and brightness, was that of the young girl, Florence, the only child of Lord Wyverne. A plain morning - .dress ofwhite muslin showed to advan- tage the slender, girlish figure. The rippling golden hair was simply tied with a blue ribbon; the lovely, half - childish face was a poem complete in it- self. It was a face that changed with every thought—one moment gay and bright, in another thoughtful and sad. There was passion and deep feeling, and, withal, a quaint kind of imperious, half - wilful look that charmed even mode the regular featuers or the violet eyes. Lady Florence was wilful. The friends' who admired her most and 'loved her best admitted it. She had been spoiled all her life—had known no law, no will, save her own, no well -coedited rebuke, no lecture, ever fell to the lot of Lady Wyverne's •daughter. Her very faults were smiled at as being part of her pretty, wilful, fascinating manner, that no one wished to see changed. She was a fair pieture—a type of English beauty as she stood this summer morning. In her dainty white hands she held some pieces of bread, with which she was regaling a magnificent peacock that was exhibit- ing his airs and graces in the sun. "You will spoil that bird, Lady Flor- ence; you flatter him too much," said a clear voice; and the young girl started. as she heard the words. "(,food -morning, Mr. Lynne," she said, wihhout turning round. "If my bird is proud, you must at least own that he has something to be proud of." The young man sat down to watch the process of feeding the peacock ancl the pretty tame white dvoes; and then it was that the picture became beautiful. There was the slightest and prettiest air of embarrassment in the young girl's face as his eyes followed her every movement, although sh.e affected to be quite unaware of his close observation. She revenged- herself, however, by mak- ing many little speeches to the birds which were intended for him. These little symptoms were not un- 'noted, for at the window of the break- fast -room, which opened upon the lawn, stood Lord Wyverne himself, watching, with an eager and scrutinizing glance, the faces of his daughter and his guest. With one look at Lord Wyverne's face his history was told. Yearn of wild dis- order, unbridled indulgence in vice and folly, had left unmistakable traces. The bent figure, the dimmed eyes, the fur- rowed brow, the trembling hands, told. their own tale. Lord Wyverne was not much above fifty, yet he was an old man. lie was wont to boast that he had seen more of life in his fifty years than other men had in a hundred. Most probably that was true. He had spent a noble fortune. When it was all gone he married an heiress, and in the course of a few years he spent her fortune also. Lady Wyverne died, the doctor said, of heart disease, her friends said of des- pair, leaving one only child, Florence. Ruined. in fortune, shattered in health, sated and wearied of the world in which he could no longer play his favorite part, Lord Wyverne gave up his town house and came to live upon the estate he had so long neglected. It is not a pleasant picture to gaze aroma ttewaesavmra®eens upon, this ruined spendthrift, this pos- sessor of a noble name, the descendant of a noble race, who had bartered honor, character and fortune for mere pleasure. There were times when he turned in dis- gust isgust even from himself; and such amo- ment was the present, as he stood watching his daughter's face and trying to, understand its expression. "It would do charmingly," he mutter- ed to himself. "She would be Lady Lynne; and it would not matter so much that I have not a penny to leave her." "There is papa at the window," cried the young girl. IIe is waiting break- fast for is, I suppose. Pray tell him, Mr. Lynne, as the young man. rose, "that I will be there in three minutes. Try," she added,softly, "and bs more amiable to pap than .you are to my bird and to me." Mr. Lynne looked half bewildered, and stood ,for a moment as though in- clined to dispute the ehargo; but she gave him a saucy little mutinous smile that sent him to breakfast in an unusual state of mind. Lord Wyverne stood at the window. He did not leave it while his guest ex- changed greetings with him. There was a wistful look on his worn, worldly face. "Have I rested well?" he said, in re- ply to the young man's. inquiries. "Yes, as well as I can do with the remem- brance of a lifetime of folly strong upon me. I do not like my nights, Philip. In the daytime I can disperse my ghosts— the ghosts of lest years; but in the night they draw around me, and do not let me rest. I have been thinking, as I stood here, that perhaps it is not too late to begin even now to do something bet- ter. Do you know what would happen to Florence if I were to die?" "No," replied Mr. Lynne, looking at him with surprise. "Why, she would be left penniless," said his lordship; "purer even than the poorest housemaid in the kitehen—liter- ally and truly penniless. I have got through every farthing of her mother's fortune. I have lost five thousand pounds in one night's .play. There is nothing left now but the entailed es- tate, and Ploy., poor child, will receive no benefit from that. I ought to have saved money for her," he added, despond- ingly. "It is a strange position for her to be placed in," sain'hilip Lynne, gravely. "You would say so if you knew how she has always been treated—like some queen regent," said Lord Wyverne. "She has been mistress of Severnoke ever since she was old enough to walk, and there are not many places in England to com- pare to it. Just imagine being penniless after reigning here!" "It will not be so bad as you think," said. Philip, anxious to console him. "There will be some provision found for her." "I tell you if I died to -morrow she would not have sixpence,' said his lord- ship. "I looked my affairs in the face yesterday, the first time for many years, and if anything happens to me Lady Florence Wyverne would be neither more nor less than a beggar." "But she has friends," interrupted Mr. Lynne. "What are they worth?" said Lord Wyverne, with a sneer. "I know the world. Of all those who have flattered and sought her now, how many do you think will even remember her naive af- ter I am gone?" "I, for one," began Philip, warmly. "I have long wished to say—" "A telegram, my lord," interrupted a footman, who entered the room hurriedly, and presented Lord Wyverne with omie of those unmistakable folded papers, al ways the harbingers of sorrow or joy. "'It is not for me," said Lord Wy- verne, looking at it. "It is for you, Mr. Lynne—no bad news, I hope." "My uncle is ill—dying," said the young man. "I must go at once. How can 1 get from here to Lynnewolde?" "Drive to the station, and take• the train to aBthurst—that's the quickest way," said Lord Wyverne. "How sud- den' He has net been ill long, has he?" "I have not heard from hint for some months," replied Mr. Lynne, who had grown pale and looked half bewildered. "The telegram is from my cousin, Inez Lynne. It says: 'Lord Lynne is ill— dying, we fear. He wishes to see you. Conte at once.'" "How did they know where to find you?" asked Lord Wyverne. "I wrote to my uncle three days ago," replied Philip, and Lord Wyverne noted the warm color that flushed his face. " 1/Vhat a solemn council l I never saw the owls in committee, but even they could not look wiser," said Florence, whose bright face smiled in at them from the window. "Pray do be like ordinary mortals," she eontinued. "How can I make tea or coffee for gentlemen who look as though the world depended on their next word?" "Hush, Floy!" said Lord Wyverne. "Mr. Lynne has bad news. Lord Lynne is ill." "1 am so sorry," said Florence, as her face changed. "Pray forgive me, Mr. 'Lynne. I never dreamed there was any- thing serious. What can we do?" "Nothing at present," said Lord Wy- verne, "Give Mr, Lynne a cup of tea, while I order the carriage. I will go down to the station with you neyeelf," he added, turning to Philip, and then he left them alone. "I am so grieved, Mr. Lynne," said Florence; "bad news always seems to me doubly sorrowful coming on such a bright, beautfiul day as this. Half an hour ago, while we were 80 careless and happy out in the garden there, how lit- tle we thought what was coming for you ! „ ! ;0 She held out the cup of tea, andfPhilip drank it tastily; he could :n t at, aan she watched him wistfully pushed the plate away. "Aro you very grieved?" she asked, suddenly. "Yes," • he replied. "1 esteem Lord Lynne very much. I should; grieve to lose him; and if he dies all my life will be so terribly changed! The first trou- ble is, that I have to leave Severnoke and you." ,she said, you will come again?'' eagerly. » replied; "Yes, I shall come again., "that is, if I can do ao." Philip finished his tea in silence, and Florence watched him it£fie wistful look on her beautiful girlish "You will be ill before you reach Lyn- newolde," she said, "unless you try to eat something. Let me persuade you to"would, do anything at your request," he replied, "but to eat just now is im- possible. You de not know—you can- not understand what the shock is to me. My thoughts were full of something sp very different. I feel lost and bewilder- • ed and unlike myself." He drew near her as he spoke, and held out his hand to say adieu. "I shall never forget thispleasant visit, Lady Florence," he continued. "i have been happier than I ever was in my life before. I only regret that it ends so abruptly." There was no mistaking the young girl's face—the warm color that mount- ed to her white brow, the trembling lips, the shy, drooping eye. If ever a face told a love -story, it was Florence Wy- verne's in that moment when she turned away lest Philip should read too clearly what she could not help showing. He looked at her with a half -mournful smile. The bright, dainty, wilful beauty, whom no one had ever yet tamed, shrunk timid- ly from him. "Florence," he resumed, "if I " The sentence was never finished; for at that moment Lord Wyverne entered the room hastily, saying that the car- riage was waiting. "Good-bye," said Philip to the young girl, "my regret at leaving you is lessen- ed by the hope of being allowed to see you soon again." If Philip Lynne could but have fore- sees where and how he would see that beautiful young girl next—if she had known how many years would pass be- fore her hand touched his again—before she would see his face or he er his voice, she would not have parted wlth him so cheerfully. Twice that morning Philip Lynne had been on the point of proposing for Lady Florence -once to her father, and once to herself; but each time a sudden and accidental interruption prevented the words from being spoken that would have bound. him to her for life. In after years he wondered much what'b life would have been had he quitted ,evern- oke .Castle as the betrothed hnslond of Florence Wyverne. There was not much time foe • thought. In two minutes after Philip Lynne had said good-bye to Lord Wyverne's daugh- ter he was on his way to the station. It was not until Philip was seated in the train that he had time to review at leisure the events that had happened, and to speculate upon the future that lay before him. CIiAII:ER IL It was not a very eventful life that Philip Lynne reviewed on that summer morning as he travelled from Severnoke to Bathurst -'a calm, happy life of 25 years' duration, neither brightened by vivid sunshine nor darkened by violent atorms. His home had been a peaceful one—ne dark, dull care brooded over it; but he remembered how his parents had struggled to keep up appearances, and to maintain the dignity of their name and race. His father was the youngest end only surviving brother of Lord Lynne. He was not a wealthy man. He had but a younger brother's portion, and that was not a istrge one. He married a lady who, though well-born and beautiful, had no fortune; and their union proved a happy one, although they bad been obliged -to economize, and deny them- selves. sometimes tven the comforts of life, in order that they might live as be - No. 2,143 $4.50 For Men Our gold Lockets at $4.50 each, engraved and in a case, are the best value in. Canada. They hold two photos or two plaits .of hair. You should have our catalogue too. WANLESS & CO. RELIABLE JEWELLERS 396 Yonge St, TORONTO Opposite Y. 1V1, C. A. ESTABLISHED 1540 p camethe Lynnes of Lynnewolde. No expense had been spared on Phil- ip's education; for, although his parents had much ado to keep their footing in society, he had bright prospects. He was the heir of his uncleQ, the wealthy Lord Lynne, of, Lynnew•ol' e. There are not many older families in England than the Lynnes. In the earli- est history of the kingdom they figured largely in nearly every reign. One of the bravest knights who served that brave King Edward I., was Hubert Lynne, of the Wolde, as their house was then called. Stephen Lynne fought with the Black Prince, and added fresh laur- els to his name. Henry V. had no brav- er or better soldier than Bertrand the Strong, Lord of Lynne. In the Wars of the Roses they fought and distin- guished. themselves. A Lynne helped to win the battle of Bosworth Field. At the Field of the Oloth of Gold a Lynne was among the handsomest and most gallant knights, The great maiden queen herself visited Lynnewolde, where she received the homage of the then Lord Lynne. When Charles L came from his prison cell to the scaffold a Lynne stood near his royal master, and would gladly have died in his place. When the "Berrie Monarch" was welcomed to his throne none received him more joy- ously than the Lord of Lynne, who had expended nearly ail his wealth in the service of his debonnaire sovereign. But from that time the glory of the Lynnes faded. Whether they were real- ly impoverished through the immense sums raised by Richard, Lord Lynne, for the benefit of his royal master, or whe- ther their zeal died with the Stuarts, none can say; but from the reign of Charles II. there is no more mention of then—at least, in public history. In the private annals of the family there is a reeord of each Lord Lynne who lived and died at Lynnewolde. "He was no better when d .loft, sir,"" id t'ho man, "Miss Lyi�rui begged y�cu Auld nastk4 all passible speed, flrix axay lord hes been askin�g for you all dasy. "Wh{y did they not soxul for me seen - err he anquired. lord was as reekas ed the ,serv±;.nt Tit ay morning; p "He was taken ill on Tuesday ,light with a kind of fit, and he has never pokers since, except to ask for you; and. thea Miss Lynne telegraphed at nos. It is Thursday to -day; he her now been ill three days." "And is on he in clanger?" aced Philip. "When. X left home, air;" said the man, Mies Lynne told me to return as .Iuiak- y as 1 could ,for it was life or Oath." It was 'sot .a very. long ry drive from Bathurst to Lynalewolde, The coach- man did not spare his horses and in less line than he thought it possible Philip saw the dark maraca of wood that sur- round the houRe. (Ta be continued,) sa w e s 0 n 1' t Repeat it:—"Shiloh's Cure will always cure my coughs and colds." LASTINGS GE HEROINES. Women First and Heroines .1114. ti Fo12 any man a Travelling Set is a necessity. This set is especially suitable for gift purposes at this season. It contains a pair of genuine Ebony Military Brushes, with sterling shields for engraving. Com. piete with comb in real morocco Leather folding case. The price is $ S . O O IFROS q 1RY ,... ®gym , ta'8. O S e LIMITED 134--186-338 Yoni B$w TO R 0 4 i`lf` O Must Be Afterward. The stage reflects the manners and thoughts of the time in no uncertain: way. Types of stage heroines are almost as numerous as types of women. Most of them vary temperamentally according to the period in which they are created, and cease to exist at the end of that period because for lasting fame a bedrock of true womanliness is essential. The greatest heroines of the stage— Portia, Rosalind, Beatrice, Juliet and Desdemana—will live for all time, be- cause the greatest characteristics they possess is their true womanliness; and where a heroine lacks this quality she, is unlikely to outlive the period in which she was created. The early Victorian namby-pamby type of heroine has practically ceased to ex- ist. Modern audiences no longer crave for mere maudlin sentimentality. The morbid heroine, too, with her inevitable characteristic of over self-analysis, has had her day. The period when she was appreciated bass passed. The stage hero- ine must, if she is to live for posterity, be a woman first and a heroine after- wards. The present Lord. Lynne had succeed- ed to the title when very young. His father had been a wild, reckless man; and- the once great wealth of the family had nearly all vanished when Stephen Lynne took possession of the estate. Nothing, in fact, remained of their once large possessions except Lynnewolde. He married' twice. • His first wife was a beautiful Spanish lady, who was never seen in his stately English home. Her portrait was in the picture gallery; but elle had not lived to shine, as she would have done, fairest among the peeresses of England. She died in Spain, one year after her marriage, leaving one little birl, an infant, a few days old. Stephen, Lord Lynne, married again— not a beauty this time, but a gentle English girl, one of the wealthiest heir- esses of the day. She also had one daughter; but a son, the wish of Lord Lynne's heart, was not given to him. Lady Lynne loved her husband; she was very happy; and at her death she left the whole of her large fortune to him, giving him the power to do what he would with it. COLD BROUGHT ON KIDNEY DISEASE Brantford Lady Suffered Till Cured by Dodd's Kidney Pills. Mrs. A. It Thomson had Heart Disease, Lumbago and Rheumatism, and Tells flow She Was Restored to tie{alth. Brantford, Ont., Oct. 12.—(Special.)— How Colds, La Grippe and other minor ills settle on the Kidneys and develop Rheumatism, Heart Disease, Bright's Disease and other terribly dangerous ailments; and how any and all of them are cured by Dodd's Kidney Pills is fully shown in the case of Mrs. A. H. Thom- son, whose home is at 48 Albion street, this city. Mrs. Thomson was, some years ago, taken with Cold and La Grippe and Straining, which affected her Kidneys, and the result was Backache, Lumbago, Rheumatism and Heart Disease, which caused both her and her friends grave anxiety. She had suffered some years when she heard of cures effected by Dodd's Kidney Pills, and bought a box, which she used with such splendid results that she con- tinued to take them till she was cured. Since then she has used Dodd's Kidney Pills in her own family and recommended them widely to her friends, all of whom have warm words of praise for the stand- ard Canadian Kidney remedy, Dodds' Kidney Pills. Heart Disease, Rheumatism, Lumbago and Bright's Disease are all Kidney Dis- eases or are caused by diseased Kidneys. You can't have any of than if you keep your Kidneys sound and your blood pure. Dodd's Kidney Pills make the Kidneys sound. Sound Kidneys strain all the im- purities out of the blood. Lynnewolde nad been restored to more than its ancient grandeur, and Lord Lynne was known to be a wealthy no- blemaan; still, many people wondered how it would be with the heir of the Lynnes. The title he must have — Lynnewolde, too, for it was entailed) but a title and a large house are not sufficient for a man to live upon, and many wondered whether Philip would in- herit his uncle's money as well as his name. Pere:aps some such thoughts crossed the young heir's mind even now, as he drew near Lynnewolde. Philip knew well what the want of money was. When his tether died, he heard his mother say, in the midst of her grief, that anxiety had shortened his life; he had known no other care than want of money, want of means sufficient for keeping up the position be thought himself entitled to. His life had been a struggle, and when bis son gazed upon his dead face, and heard. his mother's words, it was no wonder that a strong conviction of the need and value of money crept into his heart. He tried not to think of that now, but to remember the errand he was upon, the dying man who wished to see him, and the two fair young daugh- ters, who would be left orphans if the worst happened and his uncle died. He remembered the last time he was at Lynnewolde-•--Lord Lynne was well and healthy thee. and his cousin Agatha had talked to him of nothing else but hasister Inez, thnt half -Spanish sister, who had never seen her English home. She was expected there daily, and Philip felt some curiosity as to what she would be like. If she were only one-half as beautiful as her mother, he knew she would create a sensation, even in a country where beautiful faces are not rare. He had never seen her, this strange cousin, this Inez Lynne, who had telegraphed for him. Then his thoughts flew book to Flor- ence Wyverne, whom twice that morn- ing he had been on the point of asking to :be his wife. Bathurst was reached at last, and there Philip found the carriage waiting to take him to Lynnewolde. "How is Lord Lynne? he asked the footman who helped to find his luggage and seemed anxious to hurry him away as soon as possible. Would Risk One More Bottle. A Frenchman from the provinces who was paying a prolonged visit to Paris found his hair• was leaving him at the top of his head, and took his barber to task about it. "You sold me two bot- tle.a of stuff to make the hair grow." "It is very strange it won't grow again," said the modern Figaro; "I can't under- stand it." "Look here!' said the country- man. "1 dont mind drinking another bot- tle, but this must be the last.'—Philadel- phia Inquirer. Repeat it:—" Shiloh's Cure Will al- ways cure my coughs and colds." JOKES FROM THE "SMART SET." "Papa, why do brides wear long veils?" "To conceal their satisfaction, I. pre- sume, my son." Spector -.-Your new house doesn't look much like the architect's original design. 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