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The Herald, 1904-01-08, Page 3"Violet was," hlesaid, "of the same opinion, as he would see:" and in- deed there was a rose -tinted, sweet - smarted note from. Violet—just a few limes—to the effect that she thought her father was right. Be laid the notes down with a feeling or burning pain, a thrill of passionate anguish that frightened him. Nothing on earth, no power of m'an, ,should take her from him. Sbe .was his .own, and he would hold her unt:iI fife was ended. Then he owned to himself th'at Mr. Haye was right e -cruelly right, that without money, With an invalid, father, a failing buy- aness, he could not take a wife. It Wee ,right to defer it. He must be patient. After all, he had not lost her he, reflected. She was still his Own. There came to 'him a mad desire to .see her, to caress the golden hair, to kiss the lovely lips that had on them the breath and fragrance of arses, to clasp the sweet white hands in his own, to hear the music of the voice that bad no equal—a wild, mad 'tonging. He read her note through again to .see if be • had overlooked some kindly word, to see if ehe had written "my love." Then he thought to himself that the little note was .Written for her father to see — for his fajta In her was great; he could not believe that her love for bins Was not as true and ,as fervent as leis love for leer. "Have you some good news there, 'Felix 7" asked the feeble voice of his ,father; and the next moment Felix had repressed the emotion so rap- idly mastering him as be crushed the letter in his hand. "It Is only a nate from Violet, fa- ther," he replied ; and the satisfied smile on bis father's face rewarded him. Darcy Lonsdale knew that while Violet was true to bis idolized son nothing else would hurt him. They were alone —father and son ...for Kate bad gone to the nursery— when *t be hall -door bell rang. Felix said, cheerfully "Here es a visitor." "Few' visitors will come here ; we have lost a fortune, not found one," said Darcy Lonsdale. who had never spoken a cynical word before. But It Was a visltdr, and one whom they were both well content to ,see. It was Evelyn Lester, with a basket of 'grapes and delicacies of all kinds for 'the invalid, and, whet was bet- ter stili, with the light of love and kindness on her sweet face, and with words of sympathy on her lips. As Felix satin her bending over his fa- ther, he halt wished for a moment that Violet had done something like this—had come to see them in their distress. Then he blamed himself for wishing that she were other than she was. Violet was a goddess to be worshipped—Evelyn a mortal womran. He saw kis fa- ther's face brighten as the girl's sweet voice soothed bim with well- chosen 'words. "I knew you' would come, Eve," he said, "Felix, place a chair for her close here by my side ; it is like breathing the fresh air of May !to look at yore, Eve. Now, tell me, child, something that will bright- en ms." It was a pretty picture—the in- valid lying on his coueh, the girl with her sweet face and earnest eyes bending over him, and, avatching them at a distance, the !handsome son. The fire burned !brightly, the lamps were 'lighted, while outside the north wind wailed 'mournfully. Evelyn took up a bunch of ripe purple grapes. "I want to see Tote eat some of these," she said. "Mrs. Lonsdale told me that you ate nothing yes- terday." And taking the grapes out one by one in her white fin- gers, she held them to his Iipe. I3Clw could he refuse ? He was so weak and feeble, he had been so com- tpletelyentailed by cruel words, that he girl's simple kindness moved him. "I b'ave been heart -broken, Eve," be ,said. "1 did not care to get well" etou will live it clown," she return- ed gently; "and those who have doubted 'you will be the first to feel ashamed of their injustice." "You have never doubted me, Eve?" "Oh, never 1 How could I? I should doubt all the. world first" The she rose from her chair and SICKLY BABIES. Weak, sickly babies are a great trial to mothers. They need constant caro both night end day, and soon wear the mother out. Baby's little stomach is the cause of most of the trouble; it is very weak, and in consequence very easily upset. Baby's Own Tablets will cure all baby's troubles. They are mildly laxative, and give prompt relief. Concerning thein, Mrs. R. J. Balfor, Omemee, Ont, says: "1 have used Baby's Own . Tablets for stomach troubles and constipation, from which my • little giri suffered, and they entirely cured her. They produced sound, refreshing sleep, anti I regard them as indispensable in any home where there are little ones" Mothers from all parts of Canada write in favor of Baby's Own Tablets, proving the claim that they are the ' very best medicine for all the minor ills of infants and young children, Guar- anteed to contain no opiate. Price 25 cents a box at all druggists or direct from the Br. Williams' Medicine Co,, 'l3rock-sille, Orae, knelt down by his side. She took both his hands --Stich thin, worn hands ! .—in hers, and held them there. "I came to say' something to you, Mr. Lonsdele," said she; "and now that I am here I have hardly,' the courage. Promise not to be angry, 'with me." "I could not be, if I tried, dear child," he replied. , Her fate flushed, and the light deepened in her eyes, "You have known me all my life," she said—"have 'you not ?—ever since I came here, a little, friendless child." "Yes, it is true, Eve." "And you have always been kind to me. I have co'ene to yolu in a score of childish! troubles, and you were always kind to me. Now T want you to let me repay you for all your kindness." She spoke so 'quickly that he could not in- terrupt her. "I want to help you. You know that I 'heave money, plenty of money, all lying idle -for I want none, and A.unt Jane wilt not touch it. Do accept it; Set me give it to you. I shall never vv,a,nt it, for I shall never marry. Do take it ; you would make me hap- pier than any one in the wide world if yo' uwoula. I am so griev- ed and so sorry that I would go out arid work fpr you if you would let me. If iyou will net accept it, borrow it until you can repay me. Do not refuse me—let me help you." Felix had come nearer to her, listening in wonder to the pas- sionate Words. Mr. Lonsdale drew the fair head dowel nearer to him. "So you would give ,me all your fortune, Eve?" There was a glad light in her eyes when she raised them to hie. "I would—double my fortune, if 1 had it," she replied. "And why, Eve—tell me why; ,you would bo so good to me ?" Tao ,rich crimson flush burned her fair face; sire knew why, but she could not tell hhu. "Because I love you all, and you aro my dearest friends." she replied. "And you would give it to me all without reserve, Eve ?" "All, and more if I had it," was 'her answer ; and then there was sil- ence for some minutes„ while the fire burned brightly and the north wind wailed. 'My dear Evelyn," said Darcy Lons- dale—and his voice was broken with: emotion—"how shall I ever thank you et :An• expect/sloe of perfect rapture came over the girl's face. "You will let me do it ?" she cried. •"You have nva:do me one of the happiest girls in the world. The thin bands clasped hers, the sunken eyes Iook-ed tenderly into hers. "Will I let you give it to me, my dearest Eve ? No—a thousand times a'o ! It is not for the money I am thanking ,you, but for the thought, for the intention. Tone have gladdened any heart, you have gladdened my ]ife—you leave given me the courage to get better, you have given ire hope. I shall be so muck the better of your coming." "But that is not the point 1" she cried. "Dear Mr. Lonsdale, do ac- cept the money. Alt; if you know how little I care fo'r it, and how much I bare for you—if you knew the pleasure it would give me, yon could not refuse!" He drew 'the sweet face down to his and kissed it. "My dear Eve, I would rather have this offer Made to me than any other. You have restored some of my self-esteem, child—some of ray self-respect!," Evelyn looked up In wonder, for Felix had bent down and kissed her hand. He gazed at the sweet, flushed face evith wonder. "Eve," he said, "you are an an- gel 1 I shall never forget what you have said and done. I shall never forget that you have given a des- ponding, almost despairing man hope." And again there came to him' just a passing wish—a faint, fleeting desire—that Violet had shown the same affection for them; but he checked the thought. Violet was a golden -haired goddess, and goddesses did not go about mak- Ing offers of their possessions to un- fortunate men. Eve could hardly be comforted be - cacao they would not take her money. She clid win one promise from Darcy Losdale, and that was that if he saw himself very hardly pushed be would borrow a few 1 ndreds at least to go on with. I;t, though she had tot succeeded in the one great object of her vigil:, she had at least done good—she left more hopeful hearts behind her. Later on, when Felix had seen Eve home, and Kate had listened with eyes and by tears to the story of he generoelty, the family sat round the fire diaouseing the event. "t ,sledn get well, now, Kate." sail Darcy Lonsdale; ''yesterday' I felt that it was a matter of indif- ference to no 'whether I lived or died, and now I have hope. Some prer=ons in the world retain their old faith in me. I ,shelf get well, and, as. Evelyn says,. I shall live my. trouble down." He had not been sd cheerful since. the first shadow of the cloud ap- peared, and from the depths of ber heart ,Kate Lonsdale blessed the generous girl . evvho had done so. much good, "I wash," She said to !herself, " ('that Pelle had chosen Evelyn. X should think of 'his future witti hope if he were going to marry her ;" for in the depths of Mrs. Lonsdale's loving heart there lurk- ed some little fear of beautiful Violet i3'aye. So the winter passed. Mr. Lons- dale recovered Ills health very slowly; The spring of his life seemed broken.; he found living his trouble• down more difficult than he had' anticipate!, Ile had with- drawal himself trout all positions of trust ; he gave up his office as church' -warden; he would no long- er be overseer. "If they could believe that of mo," he :mid, "I will hold no trust amoing theme" ;And he did not. What business was brought to' his office he did, but ho to -longer mixed with hie fellow -men. oto had taken a lead- ing part in alt the business of the town; now he was absent from all the meetings, and there was a sense of remorse among his old frends— a slight feeling that perhaps, af- ter all, they had misjudged him. Still he found fife hard. There were times when the brave heart w:opld have given way but for the remembrance that the few nearest and dearest to! him had trusted him. Felix had had his difficultlee; he hacl bastened to The Limes as soon as possible after the receipt of his letter. Francis llaye received him cooly. "I de not wash," lee said, "to part you' from Violet. I do not say that the engagemnt must be broken of f, but I do say 'that the marriage must 'not take place until you are in a better position to support a ;wife." There was nothing for it but for Felix to submit ; he had to trample down the wild longing, the passion- ate love—and his sorrow educated hint. He Iearned patience, persever- ance, endurance, and self-control. The trial would have been easier to bear had he found that Violet was distressed auout it. He looked in vain for some sign of regret ; there was none. She had written a very pretty note of condolence to Darcy Lonsdale, and when Felix talked to her she shook her golden head and said it was very sad; but when he wont to her with his heart full of passionate love, passionate longing and ,regret, and spoke about their marriage being deferred, she look- ed;very gravely at him and said: ""It cannot be helped, Felix ; and, after all, what does It matter ? What difference will a few years make ? By not marrying now, .. we both escape the misery, of .1l,yrng on limited .•means." But he was tale mad with his misery, ' end was not to be put off with such words. Retook her white hands in his,. aad held them In an iron grasp. "Have you no pity to extend to me ?" he -cried. "Have you no word to comfort me? Here you no heart ? That which is a relief to you Is deadly torment, deadly anguish,, to me. oh, Violet, you Would have been a truer woman it youhad clasped your arms around my neck, if you had laid your face on my shoulder, and consoled me." The ring of passim in his voice frightened her as it n:iways did; she ehrunk with a scared face from rho great love eche could.not understand. "I have to 'work• and wait," lie said. ' Oh, my beautiful love, 1 would work for you as no man has worked, if need should be! It is not that. but. T had built up my hopes, and it is hard to see them all destroyed. I had believed that this year I should take my dar- ling home to begin the life that would be joy for me. I am young and feel's keenly ; it is aterrible disap- pointment to me—a terrible blow. Oh, Violet, help me to bear it 1" She raised her beautiful half-frIght- oned Saco to his. "What can. I do to help you ?" she said. "Kiss 'inc. I will not have a ehys coy, formal. kiss, Violet. Kiss me as though your heart answered to mine. Say you are sorry for me, and that your will love me and help me to wait. Say all this—my heart Is hungry for it." rote' leas been my in.ui—it has brigbt- bn ed my love," Felix kept labs word. He worked hard. and dented lame -oaf mob that makes life bright ; but the labor was one at love. He could not see Violet so oaten as he had seen her—his days were entirely devoted to bu:siness— but he went to The Limes in the even- ing. On the part or Francis Haye there was a fort or armed neutral - WV. He watehed the yoang lovers, he took care that they should not enjoy many tete-a-tetes, but lie did not take any active proceedings. He was a worldly man, and after all Felix Lonsdale might, accomplish s'om'ething in the world. The chances were, all thieve considered, in his favor. Felix bad his consolations in the shape or little lore letters, en - awing violets, forget-mo-nots, pret- ty leaves, or some rare flower—let- ters that in after years were like strains of half-forgotten music. They were very sinnple letters, but they were far more dear and precious to him than if they had contained gems ea' poetry and wonders of prose. The arrival out one of theme brightened his whole day. How he read and re- read: it, pondering each word in his mind, to see how much it conveyed, and then locking the letter away at night with his treasures. In what word's od rapture he answered Vio- let's notes—for he had but one love, Violet ; one hope, which was to win Violet ; one faith, which was centred in Violet... So winter wore away, and genial, lovely spring, heralded by snowdrops and crocuses, came to gladden the hearts and souls of men. CHAPTER IL "Sir. Owen Chevenix" The inhabit- ants of Lilford uttered the name with awe and respect. Ttrose who had never seen Sir Owen made a point of talking about leiui ; while those who had not only ,seen him, but talk- ed to him, were elevated almost to another sphere. Sir Owen was a man of daote. He was that much -to -be - envied person, a. millionaire, and he had just purchased the finest estate In Loomehire. It war called Gars - wood Hall, and lay between Lilford and the town of Oldstone. There had been great excitement about this property. It had belonged to Lord Garswood, w.ho was chiefly famous for his great love of travel. It was seldom that he spent two years in England; and now that he had resolved upon living entirely in. the east, *Garswood Hall, with the grand estate belonging to it, came into the market, and the fortunate purchaser was Sir Owen Chevenix. Sir Owen had arrived in great state at Garswood. Servants, car- riager, horses, grandeur of all kinds, had preceded h]an. Every one was talking or him.' The number of horses in his stables and of servants in li]:v household, the marvels of gold and silver plate at the Hell, the wonders in the shape of magnificent furniture—these things formed the staple of eonversat1on in every house in Lilford. Then came the crowning Intelligence, he was not married— tale millionaire upon whom fortune had lavished her gifts; and the ex- citement scitement rase to a great height when Ole became known. Maid's and ma- trons took tine greatest interest in him, the grandees of the county waited upon him, fashionable mo- thers offered him advice about his hoi:srhold, about the parties he in- tenarer1 giving, and about the people he must invite, while the squires were touch interested in his stable and pack oil' hounds The younger ladies wondered what he would be like, and which among them would be the happy one chosen as queen or Garrswood. He must marry ; 'that was very certain—he could not live alone at such a place as Garswood. The mat - ions looked mysteriously at each ether, and said it was to be hoped he would settle soon ; it was so muck better for a man to marry young. Sir Owen himself made inquiries about the fairer portion of the popu- lation. "Have you any pretty girls In this part of the world ?" he asked one day of Captain Hill, the! 'sporting man par excellence of the neighborhood. "I believe rso," he replied; "I have heard people say so. It is not in my line, you understand." "Exactly. Well, it is in mine—and a very pleasant lino I find It. The only thing I dreaded in coming hither wars that I should find nothing but ru+stio beauty of the milkmaid overt. I have a decided distaste for it ; and the fact of the matter is, I Am look- ing out for a beautiful wife." "It is a verryise,nsible thing to do," eraalit Cap Iain Hill. + i o ne uontinued.) She did as be wished. Shd laid her golden head on his breast and whis- pered to him! that she was sorry for him, and then she raised her fair face acid kissed him. In that 'no- ment he welcomed sorrow, he wel- comed iraiii—it was all changed in- to untold bliss for hint because it Won a little kindness from' her. "1 shall boar it all now, my dar- ling," he said, "The waiting, the suspense, the aincertainty, the dis- gra.oe—I shall bear It all. I shall remember these moments, and I shall bless the, pain that brought me this happineks." . A few moments afterward she look- ed up and gave alittle low laugh. " How strange it is !" she said. "After all, you know, I never quite promised." Felix smiled. He was too happy just 'then to think seriously of her words. , r 1 ' I have given you the greatest lave, Violet, that a man can give a woman. You will not give me ashes In return, I have an Tear—my heart rests on you. The only thing that T deplore is that months must pass yet before I can call my 'darling my own ; yet 1 shall wait and work in hope. ALl things came to him who knows !how to wait ; and yclu will come; .hny beautiful love, in time.'' There was something pathetic in his deep love and his great trust, Ile Left her that evening feeling happier than he had reit for some time. Violet loved him, She bad never been so kind to him before. He forgot that he had naked her for the kindness—it had not .been spon- taneous. " There is a 'silver lining to every cloud," he thought, as he Walked home. "But for this trou- ble a should never have known how Violet loved me. She was so shy and reserved .before, pew She is kind and gracious, Sot- +.• " SINT NIC'LAAS DAY." Its Observance In Holland—Lots of 1+'un tor the Million. Sh'risll screams of laughter mingl- ed with the furious beating of a drum and thea discordant blare of a steam organ playing " Tarara boom de o,ey." Crcu wds of girls In brhiliant costumes with! head cover- ings of gleaming gold, covered with Lace; bare-armed girls, too, in spite of the wintry air, wlik1i they defy. Swains in astraehen hats and breeches of tremendous girth, all buttoned about withl silver. Swains who .parade the narrow street arm in arm, 'loudly calling out to each other anti always with an eye on the laughing girl, "`.Chat is •Netje, the one with the orange kerchief, who is ever smil- ing." Maid the old lady with the lace cap, pointing to ono of the group of chattering girls in the dike' before the window. 'Both lalaas and Piet aro crazy to marry her, and she Cannot give either of them a civil answer. They are fine fel- lows, and to -clay they skate for the •queen's prize on the canal. Yee; the skating carnival or Sint NiO Woe. 1)oee not Diyneor, know d like great kermus of Sint N]c lags ? Over Over all 'Holland tho day of the good `Sint' fL kept by the farmers, and 'there Is touch pleasure,, I ;V1'lsb Neale 'w:auld favor 1P'let.i I have pro - Wised suer a fine 'bruicisiiiker' all tied up In a red bag with! earsanot ribbon of red and igreen—tile col- ors of love and hope, Hyneo? know's." This talk of the becapped old dame was half drowned in the din of the steam organ. There were gaudy booties presided over by fat'. purple -armed vrow,s, 'busy making and 'selling groceries, and waffles; long 'rows of 'blooded tilburys were drawn up beside thfe canal, their shlafts tilted in the air, and the fat, !hollow -backed 'horses eating hay from thio baskets. 'Tis the day of Sint Nlo'laas which answers to our, C'htrlstmas day, and which .Salle on thee '5th of December, in Holland;" and it le also the day of the skat- ing oarnival of tale canal. Sledges of every size and sb!ape are 'here, some drawn by fat, sleek horses, others pushed by means of a steel- abed slicks worked by the occupants Flags are flying, everywhere. Here is et boat blunt of bote and stern. high txp on the ice, sail full, gliding along, 'quite filled with! lauglang. girls, 'whose cheeks seems as red as the flags above them. , From 'thee further end of the dike comes th!e moat noise and glare where are the crowded steam'yner- ry-go-rounds, at which the older peasants' stolidly gape. The girls on th'e stiff, varnished lions, giraffes and cancels, squeal excitedly as the engine 'moves faster, the silver and gold Mead -dresses gleam prettily through the lace of their caps, and over ,all is th!e rancour voice of the persuasive snowman, eloquent over the charms of the fat woman, and the iron -jawed man., There is a sud- den rushl toward the river, and the cause is the coming of the skating contestants, stout, squat -looking fellows, on phlenomenally long -blad- ed skates.—Metropolitan Magazine. STORIES ABOUT EAGLES. ' A. Battle Between One of These Birds and a Stag. Some years ago Sir Charles Mordaunt witnessed in Scotland a strange battle between an eagle and a stag, which, says the Scotsman, completely dispels any theory that the ornithologist may put forward as to eagles not attacking Iargee animals. The bird singled out from a herd one particular, buck, which it succeeded in driving from the rest. It struck the animal repeatedly with its powerful wings, knocked it down and finally killed it. Baron Schroeder witnessed a still more remarkable spectacle. An eagle attacked a fawn, widish was one of a herd in the Highlands. The cries of the little one were answered by its dam, which sprang upon the eagle and struck it repeatedly with its forefeet. Fawn, deer and eagle rolled headlong down a de- clivity, and the bird was dislodged from its hold and the fawn rescued. But Sir Kenneth Mackenzie knows a more thrill- ing story than either of these, for, ac- cording to report, an eagle was rent in twain during a battle in his forest of Gairloch. Flung its talons in the quarters of a roe the bird was dashed against a tree, to a branch of which it endeavored to hold. to stay the flight of its captive. The bird. was halved in an instant. Many traditions are extant as to eagles having carried off and devoured children. In the north of England the legend is perpetuated by the name of many an inn, the sign "The Eagle and the Child" being common. The •]most recent ease bearing close scrutiny ap- pears to be one which occurred in South Africa. A Boer farmer living on the velt just beyond Barberton, whose stock had been harried by eagles, lay in ambush for the aerial robbers and saw one of them descend and carry off the 5 -year old child of one of his Kailir servants. He shot the bird, which, with the child still clutched in its grip, fell into a thorn bush. The bird. was dead when picked up, but the babe was little hurt. The eagle measured nine feet from tip to tip of the wins. Other stories are told to a similar end, but appear less credible eaglthaesn this one, Two will stall: a covert in con- cert. While one conceals itself the other beats about the bushes with a great screaming, driving out its quarry for the hidden eagle to swoop clown and make an end of it, An even more insidious method has been observed, when an eagle, detecting a sheep on the edge of a precipice, fiery at it, screaming shrilly, and with forceful heat of wing hurled it into the valley below, where it could devour it at its leisure. There is a good reason for believing after all, the ancient legend as to the manner in which Eschylus, the Greek poet, met his death. It is said that an eagle dropped a turtle on his bald head.' Algerian travellers are familiar with the sight of eagles carrying turtles and tor- toises to a height and dropping them upon rocks to break the creatures' shells and render the flesh accessible. Steamed Through Herrings An extraordinary experience be- fell the mail steamer Nord while ororssing the English Channel on a recent night. •; 'Mere was an immense shoal of her- rings swimming Blown tie obannea, and tae steniner ,ploughed her wayl throough, churning up and killing the+uran'ds o+f the fish vvitb bei 'read• dle wheels. _ Tae 'Mord 'Ovals se thick that it affected tae progress of the steamer. Hoax--D,o you believe in tale Dan winian tLeory,+?" 3oaax—Yes, but It doesn't go far en -aught There are tote of tello'wes I know who have cot descended from monkeys, but ravel developed 'into to stens, , :