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The Herald, 1904-06-03, Page 3alai fkl i let's Lover 1ra'ar^"b•oul. 1dier'irearo'^4+`"trMrwir false brave and simple -hearted sal his manner to her ? How fervently •liar could not comprehend why she hopped that Sir Owen would treat her, if not kinky, at least with some outward semblance of respect before her old lover 1 She was glad that Marian Hethcote was still with her—it !would have been awkward to have met him alone. When Sir Owen had quitted the room, Marian placed her hands upon Lady Cheveni.s's shoulders and look- ed into her face. " Tell me," she said, "do you like this arrangement ? Does it please or vex you ?" Lady Chevenix met her gaze with a calm smile. " It does neither," she replied; and then Miss Hetbec to understood that the subject of Felix Lonsdale was not to be opened between them. Lady Chevenix never forgot the evening when Felix came. - It seemed to her that everything looked the brighter and the better for his aim- ing. Sir Owen had given orders that the dinner •should bo delayed until nee arrived. Felix. Lonsdale and Lady -Chevenix met with seeming indifference. Jibe looked very beautiful ; she wore a dinner dress of white lace, with lilies of the valley in her. •hair. She held out her hand in greeting to him. "I am very' glad to see you, Mr. Lonsdale," she said. "I hope you will have a few pleasant days with us"; Miss Hethcote next had some - .Made 1'hlevenix had given up Felix Lonsdale for Sir Owen. Some one ;gave him. an explanation of it, and be came Track to ask Lady Maude if it !wlere correct. "I wear you woruld not ask me," kale said, "for it is a. story I Co not like to Ihlear or tto speak of." "Your iwishes are my law on every subject; replied • th'e major. " If yo'u 'tell me that I' must tot ask you,, I will ' mot; hut I am deeply interested—ands I do not often interest myself in •other person's affairs." "I can only tell you w'h'at happen- ed."' she replied—for to no creature living b'ad Lady Maude ever betray- ed one word of the confidence Felix 'had reposed in her. "Tbe occur-+ ranee," she continued, "Is unfortun- ately very common. Lady Chevenix, tape itadss Violet Haye — beautidfai, Violet Efaye,' she was called—was en- Vga.ged to marry Felix Lonsdale. I believe that if Sir Owen had delaycel ?cls coming for three months longer they would have been married. He came, and with bis vast wealth and title soon became the lion of this part of the county. How ilio brokd tier troth -plight, and why she broke It, what excuses she made to her- self or others merle for her, I cart, not tell you ; !but it is quite certain that the went to London, and that Sir Owen followed and married lien thing to say to him, and then Sir these." ' , t •, Owen entered the room. He was most "There can be but ono explanation effusive in his greeting. He was de- -sliti must havo ;,riven up her lover lighted to see hie guest ; he hoped for the baronet," said the major he would make himself quite at home, aibnF. I can not imagine any woman and enjoy, himself as much as pos- preferring Sir Owen Chevenis to Fell siblo. ix Lonsdale." Violet could not help contrasting "You forget that Sir Owen had, as the two men as they stood for that the old song says, houses and lands, one moment side Shy, side—Sir Owen's while Mr. Felix Lonsdale has nothing awkward figure and coarse face with the grand beauty, of Felix Lonsdale, the nobility' of the untitled man with the conamonplaceness of the titled one.. The contrast was botth sharp and strong, she felt it keenly`. Then they went in to dinner. Sir Owen was in one of his best burners, and everything went off well. For so much Lady Chevenix was thankful ; but his brains." Tie major was silent for some min- utes, and then h.e asked: "Is the whrid very hard on these sins, Lady Maude ?" "I do not know- I= know that soci- ety reeeivee Ludy fa:evenis with open arms." "And what do women call such sins ?" ho asked again. "'What is the every hour spent without an out - name they go by in this curious break was a gain to her. world called society 7' " You will give us this one even - "People give them different names —some call them prudence, some fnfthie's:mess," m'What do awe call rush behavior 3'R he asked. "Mine is a plain, nnfn,shionable term," seal Lady Maude. "I call the woman who breaks her word to her lover a jilt, and I call the wrong she cloes by its right name of per - fid " er- fidy." Major Rawson admired the speaker more wine; and the baronet, think- • all the more for her frankness. And in in his heart that the young eo Sir Owens .garden -p tray passed off lawyer was a simpleton for it, went well, everyone prala,,g the graceful, into the drawing -room with him, beautiful hostess ; 'but no olio saw and then fell asleep. Before he closed icer standing later on in the evening his eyes, he said: with tears in her eyes watching the "Lady Chevenix, Mr. Lonsdale will like to son the grounds, i am sure. You and Miss Hethcote will both en- joy a stroll." He never once thought that he was ants to dine at Garwood. Such deadly his young wife to a most deadly peril—the peril of a great things were done by the great land- ed proprietors of the country', and temptation. Ho never thought of ate wee desiirous of lineal -Urge them. Felix Lonsdale as been his wife's loveerr. . He had one who been haft This remanded hint that there wweirs, well - several other matters that required engaged to .her that was a weli- attention—some of the tenants' leases had fallen in, and to renew them would require a long and pa- tient Fearch' in the iron -room, where all deede and do -anemia of va•ue were preserved. There was another im- portant piece of business on hand. One of the farmers in the neighbor- hood had gold some land to Sir Owen had interested her then could Inter- Chevenix, Taut soon after the sale lief t est her now —he never pondered the died, and his knceessors disputed last fact that Felix Lonsdale, the rising right to sell. Most of the old title- l lawyer, the man of promise, the deeds of the Garswood estate re- most clever and skillful practitioner quired careful perusing; so Sir Owen In the county,, was his wife's old Invited Darcy 'Lansdale to stay for ,lover. So he leas down in perfect a few days at Garswood. It would :content while he sant his wife out in-, be much' easier, he thought, to read . to the lovely! summer gloaming with all the various papers there than. tq het+ old low®r. heave them taken to his office. Theywalked on all three together, Mr. Lonsdale thought so, too, and , sayinlittle but thinking perhaps ally promised to ride over to the Hall ; ;the more. They; passed through, the but s(bortly before the appointed time some Important law business called pleasure -grounds ; they lingered for bis presence in London. "I must among the roses and the lily: blooms; go," he said to Felix, "and you will they watched the gold -fish In the have to take my place at Garswood fountain. The air was balmy, sweet, —no one else can do it. What do you and fragrant with the odor of flow - say, Felix ? If you dislike it, 7 w311 ers. give up my London engagement ; but "Let us go on to the park," said I do not think it can make any def- ` Marian Hethcote ; "It will be very; Terence to you. what do you say 7' pleasant there." And the elder man looked anxiously; They passed through the shrub - into the face of his son. ' bet'y and entered the park. The Felix was silent for a few minutes, beautiful fragrant gloaming h'ad set and then he said, with a frank smile: in the water of the lake was tinged "It can't. matter, father ; I go as with crimson and gold a a man of business, not as a friend. lovely light lay over the X will oto it with pleasure. It would tress ; there was a faint murmur be as well for 'you just to write and as the wind swayed the branches of hint 'to .Sir Owen that he might pre- the trees and stirred the leaves. The fer you." peace and beauty, the loveliness and "I do not think he would," returned repose, 'touched them. Darcy Lonsdale ; ""you are decidedly "Shall we eft down here," said his favorite, Felix." Lady Chevenix, tee the lake -side, Mr. Lonsdale was right. Sir Owen and watch the light die out over Seas touch pleased at the change. He the water.?" passed the lawyer's letter over to his They sat down, the two ladies side wife, and elle read it. by side, Felix nearest to Mise I-Ioth- "I am very pleased,'' lie said. "Felix cote, at"their fest. Marian was talk - is cleverer than his father—and I Ing gayly to hire Lady Chevenix like hint. See that he has a nide room, said but little. He who once loved and that his comforts are well at- hist with flush a passionate love tended to" • looked set her. No dream of poet .or o made some vague reply—it painter could ever have been more seerned to her that heaven and earth fair, Tho evening light fell full upon were about 'to Moat. That Felix her face, which was raised to the slieuld ever be under her roof as her sky as she watched the crimson guest seemed to her a Most wonders clouds; It touched her golden hair, fait 'thing, How 'should she receive and was reflected by the rich jewels i1.ni ? ;Would he settee a little in that she were. She had thrown a ing, Mr. T enceinte," s"id Sir Owen, "Enjoy yourself a little before you begin to work." It was a matter of perfect indif- ference to him. If be had consulted lain own inclination, he would have preferred to begin work at once ; but he ronld hardly be impolite enough to say so. Sir Owen liked to sleep after he had dined. Felix declined to take sunset. • CHAPME t XXK4III. Sir Owen had a novae idea—it was, When the June quarter -day came round, to invite the principal ten - white lace shawl over bet white neck and bare arms; •a corner of it was over her head and the shadow of it softened her features. She$ lis- tened to the lively caths✓, of Iter girl •friend, wondering if site should ever'. again be so ,happy, lea light of heart. The !Marian sunk a quaint little song—a 'ballad telling the story, oQ a knight who bad ridden away' to the Iloly+ Land, leaving a girl bride died while he was away—a, sweet, sad song, just suited to tate hour and the gloaming. "Now, Lady Chevenix," she said, "aou must thug for us too; sing that beautiful song youwere practising this, morning." "I was not practising," returned Lady; Chevenix. "I was trying to put some words to an air I think very; sad and sweet. If you would like to hear it, I will sing it. Would you care to hear it, Mr. Lonsdale ?" He murmured some commonplace words about his having always liked good tousle. She smiled bitterly to herself ; and then, in a low, sad, sweet yoiee, she sung these words ; known fact ; but, so soon as he, the victorious knight, had appeared, he had retired from the con- test defeated, and there was an end of it air. iso considered that he had .raised his wife so com- pletely above all her past life, that he had taken her eo completely out of her old sphere, that nothing which "Yes, dear, our love is slain In the cold grave for evermore it lies • Never to wake again Or light our sorrowwith its starry i , Cayes ! And so regret is vain. I !We should have seen it shine Long 'year's beside us. Time and Death might try ;To touch that love divine, Whose strength could ev'ry- other stroke defy', a Save -only, mine • "No longing can restore Our dead again. Vain are the tears And wvainlypwe deplore Our buried love. Its grave lies dark and deep •, Between us evermore." brier voce arab away in a low, sweat murmur that was like the love -plaint of a bird, and they were silent for some minutes, none caring to break the spell. Then Felix looked at her. "I remember those words," he said, "they are taken from a poem called 'Lost Alice,' by Adelaide Anne Proc- tor. I gave you the book, I think, Lady Chevenix That was the first time he bad ever alluded to the past; he had un- til now always treated her as a stranger—as a lady to whom he had been introduced for the first time by Sir Owen Chevenix. Her face brightened when she heard It ; it seemed to her that the broken chain had boen taken up in those simple swords. "Yes, lgou gave it to me," she ac- knowledged ; " and I know every; word of the • oom lay heart —I have read it so often." He looked up in surprise. • "Indeed 1" he said. "I thought that !you did not care for poetry at all, !Lary Chevenix ?" "I fancied that I did not, but I was Mistaken. Daring these later years I have learned, to value and understand many things that were once like so many deir.h letters to m"� Iwish," said Marion Hethcote, "that we could understand every- thing at once. As it is, we learn lit- tle quickly ; it takes lona years to teach us the simplest lessons, and by the time they are learned we must die. As my favorite poet says: " `We live—we love; and then , Stone dead we lie. 0 Life, is all 'thy song , Endure and die ?' Sow much more pleasant it would be if we could master everything at once! What mistakes and blunders we make! I read the other day of a great and wise man, who, when he came to die. said, "My life has been all a mistake.` Mr. Lonsdale, I am growing quite sad ; it is turn to sing for us." "I cannot sing, but I will repeat some verses that I think very beauty ful, if you would like to hear them."' "Whose are they,' ?" asked Lady. Chevenix. ( "They are Miss Proctor's," he re- plied-, and he turned his face away: from her while ho recited them. It seemed to Lady! Chevenix as though the wind fell and all nature was hushed to listen. There was no passion, no regret, in the low, rich tones—theyi were clear and sweet and eloquent—but each' word as it fell in the fragrant gloaming seem- ed to burn itself on her, heart and heart and brain. "The poem is called 'Parting,"' said 'Felix, "and is so beautiful in it- velf, that it cannot fail to please. "'Without one bitter feeling let us part; And for tile' years in which your; love has shod A ,radiance like a glory) round mai head I thank you—yes, I thank you from ' nay 'heart. "'I thank you—and no grief is In these tears; I thank :you, not in bitterness, but truth, For the fair vision that adorned my youth And glorified so' many Nappy years. "'Yet how, much more I thank you that. you tore At length' the veil your hand had woven away, Which hid any idol was a -thing of clay, And false the altar I had knelt before 1 "'I thank 'you that you taught me the stern truth None other could have told and I believed— Viet vain had been m'y love and I deceived, Anel wasted all the purpose of my yotrtlt. "'I ih,ank gmthat. your Band dashed down the shrine Wherein my idol worship. X had p;a.id Else had I never known a soul was made ' To serve and wershiP only the Di - vin. EGG "R UCTON. Pullets for Winter Laying—The Fresh Egg Trade—Exporting Eggs. a0 4++++++444-+++.44-4-44+++4+++++++-44+44++++++++++-444444-4-44 ' For all farmers, a most profital'le branch of the poultry business is the production of eggs during the .winter; says Mr. F. C. Rare, chief of the pout-' try division, Ottawa. Every winter there is a great demand for new -laid eggs; the supply is always limited, and high 'prices are paid. In the large cities, strictly fresh eggs sold readily during the past winter at from. 40 to 60 cents per dozen. Some ,farmers are so situated that they can maintain a city trade in fresh, eggs throughout the year. A premium of several cents a dozen can usually' be obtained for new - laid eggs shipped weekly to the city merchant. MARKET REQUIREMENTS.—There is a growing preference on the home markets for brown shelled eggs. The shells of the eggs should be wiped clean if necessary, and the eggs graded in size. For shipment to the merchant they should be packed in cases holding 12 dozen or 30 dozen each. Eggs to be palatable should be eaten in a strictly fresli condition; therefore, they should reach the consumer without unneces- sary delay. This requires (1) that the eggs be collected regularly every day and stored in a cool room (temperature 40 to 50 degrees F.), (2) • that the deal- er forward the eggs to the merchant at least once a week, and, (3) that -the merchant protect the eggs from deter- ioration while in his possession. PULLETS FOR WINTER LAYING.— As a general rule pullets hatched during May or early June will prove most pro- fitable for winter laying. Farmers who expect to make a specialty of high- priced new -laid eggs next winter should at the present time be hatching out a good number of chicks from which to select suitable pullets. Tho cockerels should be sold in the early fall. Unless they are housed in the fields and require little attention or extra feed, the most profitable age for marketing is four months. After that age the cost of feed per pound of gain in live weight rapidly„ increases. BREEDING FOR WINTER LAYERS. —When the pullets are forced for win- ter egg production, there should be kept in addition another breeding pen of selected fowls from which to rear the chicks. A hen or pullet that commences to lay in the spring will at that time produce stronger germed eggs for hatch- ing than will another that bas had her vitality impaired by winter laying. The farmer should select from ailed: of pullets ten or twelve of the best winter layers, placing a regular leg band or a piece of wire around the leg of each. The next winter these pullets (then yearling hens) should be separated from the laying hens and kept in good health and medium flesh, but not fed for winter laying. In February or March they should be mated with a suitable cockerel; and their rations in- creased so as to bring them into laying at the time when their eggs are required for hatching. Such a process of selec- tion would soon produce a particularly fine strain of winter layers. EXPORTING EGGS,— The export trade carries off the surplus eggs pro- duced. . during the summer months, when prices are low, but has little or no effect on the price of new -laid eggs in win- ter. Efforts to increase our export trade in eggs need not, therefore, alarm consumers in cities or towns. Eggs that are placed in cold. storage from April till July are shipped to Great Britain for the September and October trade; those that go into cold storage in the fall are exported during the winter months.. All these are sold in Britain as "Canadian fresh eggs." Yours very truly, W. A. Clemons, Publication Clerk. " `I thank you for a terrible awak- f And, ifg reproach' seemed hidden in my pain, And sorrow seemed to cry on your disdain, Know that my blessing lay in forsaking. " `Farewell forever now—in peace we part ; And should an idle vision of my tears, Arise before your soul in alter - years, Remember that I thank you from m, heart !' " So, ciearly, one by, one, with cruel distinctness, the words sounded in Violet's ears. She knew, she under- stood, that that was what he would say to her ; in his mind there could; never be even the faintest renewal of their past friendship, and in his heart he thanked her that lass un-, happy love, his great abiding sir - row, bad taught lain many noble les- sons. alie understood—he had said It delicately and kindly, but be lead; meant it —that the whole past past was buried, for him ; he thank- ed her that she had taught him to. suffer, and suffer in silent strength: Site was quite silent for many minutes after he had finished ; it was Marian who talked to hiin and made him recite for them again and again. The sun had set, the crimson and gold had faded from the water, ai gray; shade had fallen over it— all was quiet, calm, peaceful. Lady; Chevenix rested heromehead against the gnarled trunk of an old tree: the peace and repose were novef to her, Presentlg a slight sound in the distance startled her. "What is 'that ?" she said. " `It was only the deer that were feeding, In a herd on the clover grass.'" sung Marian ; and Felix leaked up with a. smile. "I know that," he said. "You are quoting from a ballad called 'Hush.Strange tc say, I was thinking of it a short time since. Tire words were running through my brain." " They have run through my heart," remarked Marian, "often and often. 1 am• matter-of-fact my- self, but thh.t song always brings tears to my eyes. Repeat it to us, Mr. Lonsdale." "I will. There is something in the time that suits the words. The light is dying in the sky, the sun has set, the flowers are 'sleeping, the wood -pigeons are silent, the air is full of dreams. (Ta be Continued.) ; f A HINT TO MOTHERS. If you have a child that is sickly, fretful, nervous, restless at night, or surfers from any stomach or bowel troubles of any sort, give it Baby's Own ;Tablets. Don't be afraid of this medicine; it is guar- anteed to contain no opiate or harm- ful drug. 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