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The Huron Expositor, 1921-07-22, Page 7i41,1" Ira • • . ' 5: a -embaro . BY Frances Hodgson Burnett Toronto—William Briggs.' • AMPFMNIO/nomm, (Continued from last week.) CRAMS XIV He could not persuade them to re- main to take lunch With him. Thee firmness of Hutchinson's declination was not unconnected with a private feeloing 'that "them footmen chaps 'u'd be on the lookout to see the way you handled every bite you put in your mouth." He couldn't have stood it, clang their impudencei Little Ann on her part, frankly and calmly said, "It wouldn't do." That was all, and evidently covered everything. After they had gone, the fog lifted somewhat, but though it withdrew from the Windows, it remaireed float- ing about in masses, like huge ghosts LAST week the circus and now— Senor Ted, the daring gymnast, holds one death - defying pose while sister Jane makes his picture. A Brownie in the hands of your young- sters gives pictures that throw the charm of child- hood in strong relief. Good pictures, too—a Brownie is such a simple little cam- era to use that any child can get real results from the start. .8r.•umies $2.00 up Autogrcphic Kodaks from $9.00 up. isrit Eisfinari Film, it isn't Kodak Film." Insist on the film in the yellow box. B. UMBACH. Phm.,iPEAFORT11: Ont, DON'T DO THIS! LEONARD EAR CIL RELIEVES DEAFNESS and STOPS HEAD NOISES. Simply Rub it Back of the Fara and Insert in Nostrils. Proof of Sue - ewe will be given by. the druggiet. MADE Hi CANADA ARM SALES CO., Irks Agents, Toronto a S. Lecnaril, Ma., id DI km, Y. City E. UMBACH, Seaforth For Sale by GENUINE ASPIRIN HAS "BAYER CROSS" Tablets without "Bayer Cross" ' 'are not Aspirin at all Set genuine "Bayer Tablets of Aspirin" in a "Bayer" package, plainly marked with the safety "Bayer Cross." The "Bayer Cross' is your only way of knowing that you are getting genuine _Aspirin, prescribed by physicians for nineteen years and proved safe by mil- lions for Headache, Neuralgia, Colds, Rheumatiam, Lumbago, Neuritis, and for Pain generally. Made in Canada. Handy tin boxes of 12 tablets—also larger sized "Bayer" packages. 'Aspirin Is the .trade mark (registered in Canada), of Barn' Manufacture of Monometicacidester of Salieylicacid. While it is well known that Aspirin amens Bayer manufacture, to assist' the public against imitations, the Tablets of Bayer Company, Ltd.' will be stamped with their _general trade plerk, the lid kr Ofint0 ki;•' the:if J ' b'JV theA, Su,Ka$10i,',40011, le Ida eke wt' he beet*** hie ,e4ile at the table, It was en_eatiook which did not impire to cheerfulnese, and the feet that • A.04_ and going back to MeneWater and later to Amierkla left him without even the simPle • emuseletion df a healthy appetite. Thing,/ ware bound to got better af- ter a' while; they were bound to. _A fellow wailed ,be fool if lie Mahal fix It somehow so that he could en- joy himself, with money to burn: If YOU made, up your mind you couldn't stand the way things were, you T Tr a hays eatenlaieordo4n,,puenrtrcotlIgnmg, in. You could fix it so that it would be different. By jinks! there wasn't any law' against your giving it all to ''the ehurch-but just enough to buy flat in Harlem outright, if you want- ed to. But you weren't going to run • crazy and do a lot of fool things in a minute, and be sorry the rest of your life. Money was money. And first and foremost there was Ann, with her round cheeks flushed and her voice all sweet and queer, say- ing, "You wouldn't be T. Tembarom; and it was T. Tembarom that—that was T. Tembarom." He couldn't help knowing what she had begun to say, and his own face flushed as he thought of it. He was at that time of life when there gen- erally happens to be one center about which the world revolves. The crea- ture who passes through this period of existence without watching it re- volve about such a center has missed an extraordinary and singularly de- veloping experience. It is sometimes happy, often disastrous, but always more or less developing. Speaking calmly, detachedly, but not cynically, it is a phase. During its existence it is the blood in the veins, the sight of the eyes, the beat of the pulse, the throb of the heart. It is also the day and the night, the sun, the moon and the stars, 'heaven and hell, the entire universe. And it doesn't mat- ter in the least to any one but the creatures living through it. T. Tern - harem was in the midst of it. There was Ann. There was this new crazy thing which had happened to him— "this fool thing," as he called it. There was this monstrous, magnifi- cent house,—he knew it was magnifi- cent, though it waien't 'his kind,— there was old Palford -el his solemn talk about ancestors and the name of Temple Barholm, It always re- minded him of how ashamed he had been in Brooklyn of the "Temple Temple" and how he had told lies to prevent the fellows finding out about it. And there was seventy thousand pounds a year, and there was Ann, who looked as soft as a baby,—Good Lord! how soft she'd feel if you got her in your arms and squeezed her! —and yet somehow strong enough to keep him juk where she wanted him to stay and believed he ought to stay until "he had found out." That was it. She wasn't doing it for any fool little idea of making herself seem more important: she just believed it. She was doing it because she wanted to let him "have his chance," just as if she were his mother instead of the girl he was clean crasy about. His chance! He laughed outright— a short, confident laugh which startl- ed Burrill exceedingly. When he went back to the library and lighted his pipe •he began to stride up and down as he continued te think it pea, wasas sure as I amer he said. "I wish she was as sure of me as I am of myself—and as I am of her." He laughed the short, con- fident laugh again. "I wish she was as sure as I am of us both. We're all right. I've got to get through this, and find out what it's best to do, and I've got to show her. When I've had my chance good and plenty, us two for 'little old New York! Gee! won't it be fine!" he exclaimed im- aginatively. "Her going over her bills, looking like a peach of a baby -that's trying to knit its brows, and adding up, and thinking she ought to economize. She'd do it if we had ten million." He laughed outright joyfully. "Good Lord! I should kiss her to death!" The simplest process of ratiocina- tion would lead to a realization of the fact that though he was lonely and uncomfortable, he was not in the least pathetic or sorry for him- self. His normal mental and physi- cal and unsentimental training, com- bining itself with a touch of iron which centuries ago hal expressed itself through some fighting Temple Barholm and a medium of battle- axes, crossbow's and spears, did the rest. "It'd take more than this to get me where I'd be down and out. I'm feeling fine," he said. "I believe I'll go and `take a walk,' as Palford says." The fog -wreaths in the park were floating away, and he went out grin- ning and whistling, giving Burrill and the footman a nod as he Passed them with a springing young stride. He got the door open so quickly that he left them behind him frustrated and staring at each other. "ft wasn't our fault," said Burrill, gloomily. "He's never 'had a door' opened for him in his life. This won't do for me." He was away for about an hour, and came back in the best of spirits. He had found out that there wok something in "taking a walk" if a fellow had nothing else to do. The park was "fine," and he had never seen anything like it. When there were leaves on the trees and the grass and things were green, it would be better than Central Park itself. "You could have base -ball matches in it. What a cinch it would be if you charged 'gate -money! But he supposed you couldn't if it be- longed to you and you 'had three hundred and fifty thousand a year. You had to get used to that. But it aid seem a fool busibess to have all that land and not make a cent out of it. If it was just outside New York and you cut it up into lots, you'd just pile it up. He was quite innocent—calamitously innocent and 177 4 black 06t 4 • .. • .,,54.4,. 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He seent- aorameroiel .arid awful in his views. feedreri t. good de teinherpopetedwaasnd-.-nordaw'difare- Thonghte such as them had been of the enorronnta significance which crammed into his brain by, life ever lay ih that word "different." There since he had gone down the stair- must he no risk Of her seeming to case of the Brooklyn tenement with presume upon his lack of knowledge. his twenty-five cents in his ten-year- "It is most kind of you," she geld o hand, with grateful eniphasis, "but I The stillness of the house seemed mustn't sit down.and detain you. 'to have accentuated itself when he can explain in it few words—if I returned to' it. His sense of it let may," him down a little as he entered. The , Hpositively still held her hand library was like a tomb—a comfort- in the oddeet, natural, boyish way, e able luxurious tomb With a bright nd before else knew what She was fire in it. A new Punch 'and the doing he had made her take the chair e morning papers had been laid up0n a table earlier in the day, and he sat I —quite made 'her. down to look at'ethem. "Well, just sit down and explain," "I guess about fifty-seven or eight would detain me. Take all the time • ! he said. "I wish to thunder you of the hundred and thirty-six hours 'have gone by," he said. "But, gee! you like. I want to hear all about ain't it lonesome!" it—honest Injun." He sat so still trying to interest There was a cushion in the chair, himself in "London Day by Day" in and as he talked, lie pulled it out and began to arrange the morning paper that the combine- it behind her, still tion of 'his exercise in the fresh air in the most natural and matter-of-fact and the warmth of the fire made him drowsy. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes without being aware that he did so. lie was on the verge of a doze. He remained upon the verge for a few minutes, and ten a soft, rustling sound made his open his eyes. An elderly little ilady, ha, d-timidly entered the room. She was neatly dressed in an old-fashioned and fur - from -new black silk dress, with a darned lace collar and miniature brooch at her neck. She had' also thin, gray side -ringlets dangling against her cheeks from beneath a small, bleak lace cap with pale - purple ribbons on it. She had most evidently not expected to find any one in the room, and, having seen Tem - harm, gave a half -frightened cough. "I—I beg your pardon," she fal- tered. "I really did not mean to in- trude—really." Tembarom jumped up, awkward, but good-natured. Was she a kind of servant who was a lady? "Oh, that's all right," he said. But she evidently did not feel that it was all right. She looked as' though She felt that she 'had been caught doing something wrong, and must propeely propitiate by apology. "I'm so sorry. I thought you had gone out—Mr. Temple Barholm." "I did go out—to take a walk; but I came in." Having been discovered in her overt act, she evidently felt that duty de- manded some further ceremony from her. She approached him very timid- ly, but with an exquisite, little elder- ly early -Victorian manner. She was of the most astonishingly 'perfect type, though Tembarom was not aware of the fact. The manner, a century earlier, would have express- ed itself in a curtsy. "It is Mr. Temple Barholm, isn't it?" she inquired. "Yes; it has been for the last few weeks," he answered, wondering why ehe seemed so in awe of him and wishing she didn't. "I ought to apologize for being here," she began. "Say, don't please!" he interrupt- ed. "What I feel is, that it 'ought to be tip to me to apologize for be- ing here." She was really quite flurried and distressed. "Oh, please, Mr. Temple Barbell -1," she fluttered, proceeding •to explain hurriedly, as though he without doubt understood the situation. "I should of course have gone away at once after the late Mr. Temple Barholm died, but—but I really had nowhere to go—and was kindly allowed to remain until about two months ago, when I went to make a visit. I fully intended to remove my little belong- ings before you arrived, but I was detained by illness and could not re- turn until this morning to pack up. I understood you were. in the park, and I remembered I had left my knit- ting -bag here." She glanced nervous- ly about the room, and seemed to catch sight of something on a remote corner table. "Oh, There it is. May I take it?" she said, looking at him appealingly. "It was a kind pres- ent from a dear lost friend, and-- - and'—" She paused, seeing his puz- zled and totally non -comprehending air. It was plainly the first moment it had dawned upon her that he did Mit know what she was talking about. She took a small, alarmed step t) - ward him. "Oh, I beg your pardon," she ex- claimed in delicate anguish. "I'm afraid you don't know who I am. Per- haps 'Mr. Palford forgot to mention ire Indeed, why should he mention me? There were so many more im- portant things. I am a soft of dis- tant—very distant relation of yours. My name is Alicia Temple Barholm." Tembarom was relieved. But she actually hadn't made a move toward the knitting -bag. She seemed afraid to do it until ,he gave her permission. He walked over to the corner table and brought it to her, smiling broad-' ly. "Here it is," he said. "I'm 'glad you left it. I'm very happy to be ac- quainted with you, Miss Alicia." THe was glad just to see her look- ing up at him with her timid, re- fined, intensely feminine appeal, Why 4,44,64, *400,44 , • 7 ,,,„,„„........, ,, ....., New Fos 0tik,,,, But you can Promote a „,..,rearsorliesithyCoodition OUR EYE3114[vgigZite,r„,tfr,dr.. Keay your Eyes Clean, Clear and Healthy. write for Free Eve Care Book. Marine eye Mee& eo..0 nal obioeussaefasse• • way—so natural and matter-of-fact, indeed, that its very natural matter- of-factedness took her breath away. "Is that fixed all right?" he asked. Being a little lady, she could only accept his extraordinary friendliness with grateful appreciation, though she could not help fluttering a little' in her bewilderment. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Mr. Temple Barholm," she said. He sat down on the &mare ottoman facing her, and leaned forward with an air of making a frank confession. "Guess what I was thinking to my- self two minutes 'before, you came in? I was thinking, 'lard, I'm lone- some—,just sick bertesemell And then I opened my eyes and looked— and there was a relati.,n! Hully gee! I call that luck!" "Dear me!" she said, shyly delight- ed. "Do you, Mr. Teeple Barholm —really?" Her formal little way af saying his name was like Ann's: "Do I? I'm tickled to death. My mother died when I was ten, and I've never had any women kin -folks." "Poor bo—" She had nearly said "Poor boy!" and only checked the familiarity just in time --"Poor Mr. Temple Barholm!" "Say, what are we we, to each other, anyhow?" He put it to her with great interest. "It is a very distant relationship, if it is one at all," she answered. "You see, I was only a second cousin to 'the late Mr. Temple Harholen, and I had not really the slightest eflaim upon him." She placed pathetic em- phasis on the faet."-"rt was must generous of him to be so kind to me, When my poor father died and I was left quite penniless, lie gave 111 I' a— a sort of home here.' "A ed, peAtsortm of home?" Tembarore- "My father was a clergyman in very straitened circumstances. We had barely enough to live upon— barely. He could leave me nothing. It actually seemed us if I should have to starve—it did, indeed." There was a delicate quiver in her voice, "And though the late Mr. Temple Barholm had a great antip- athy to ladies, he was to—so noble an to send word to me that there were a hundred and fifty rooms in his house, and that if I would keep out of his way I might live in one of them." "That was noble," commented her distant relative. "Oh, yes, indeed, especially when one considers how he disliked the opposite sex and what a recluse he was, He could not endure ladies. I scarcely ever saw him. My room was in quite a remote wing of the house, and I never went out if I knew he was in the park. I was most care- ful. And when he died of course I knew I must go away." Tembarom was watching her al- most tenderly. "Where did you go?" "To a kind clergyman in Shrop- shire who thought be might help me." "How was he going to do it?" She answered with an effort to steady a somewhat lowered and hesi- tating voice. "There was near his parish a very rice—charity."--'her breath caught itself patheticaley,—"some most corn- fortafble almshouse., for decayed gentlewomen. He thought he might be able to use his influence to get me into one." She paused and smil- ed, but her small, wrinkled hands held each other closely. Tembarom looked away. He spoke as though to himself, and without knowing that lie was thinking aloud. "Almshouses!" lie said. "Wouldn't that jolt you!" He turned on her again with a change to cheerful con- cern. "Say, that cushion of yours ain't comfortable. I'm going to get you another one." He jumped up and, taking one from a sofa, began to arrange it behind heft' dexterously. "But I mustn't trouble you any, longer. I must go, really," she said, half rising nervously. He put a hand on her shoulder and made her sit again. "Go where?" he said. "Just lean back on that cushion, Miss Alicia. For the next few minutes this is go- ing to be my funeral." She was at once startled and un- comprehending. What an extraordin- ary expression! What could it mean? "F—Ifuneral?" the stammered. Suddenly he seemed somehow to have changed: He looked as serious as though he was beginning to think out something all at once. What was he going to say? "That's New York Clang," he an- il , learsof )118, 1441C 'mantel, an vent' tato L er, eallY. ' • ' at- air, kin* you itulif genge" Theni inummrink her , puzzled -Use% added, "I mean relation," Odds* Altai/ 'gently'shook,her head. oNo sisters or brothers or Inlolto of aunts or cousins?" . • She shook her head again. • He hesitated a =anoint, putting.kiii hands in his pockets anti taking then* , oat again awkwardly as .he looked down .at 'her. "Now here's where I'm' up against it," he went on. "I don't want to be too fresh or to butt in, but.--Ldian't old Temple Barholm leave you any money?" ! :"Oh, nor she exiclahned. "Dear me! not I couldn't possibly except such a thing." He gazed at her as though consid- ering the situation. "Couldn't youi" he said,,' There was an odd reflection in his eyes, and he seemed to consider her and the ,situation again: . "Well," be began „after his pause, "what I want to know is what you expect me to do." There was no unkindness in hie , manner, in fact, quite the contrary, even' when he uttered what seemed to Miss Alicia these awful, unwarrant- ed words. As though she had forc- ed herself into his presence to make demands upon his charity. They made her tremble and turn pale as she got up quickly, shocked and alarmed. "Dili, nothing! nothing! nothing whatever, Mr. Temple Harhohn!" she exclaimed, her agitation doing its best to bide itself behind a fine little dignity. He saw in an instant that his style of putting it had been "way off," that his ignorance bad betrayed him, that she -had misunderstood him altogether. He almost jumped at her. "Oh, say, I didn't mean that!" he cried out. " For the Lord's sake! don't think I'm such a Tenderloin tough as to make a break like that! Not on your life!" Never since her birth had a male cteature. looked at Miss Alicia with the appeal which showed itself in his eyes as he actually put his arm half around her shoulders like a boy beg- ging a favor from his mother or his aunt. "What I meant was,—" He broke off and began again quite anxiously, "say, just as a favor, will you sit down again and let me tell you *hat I did mean?" It was that natural, warm, boyish way which overcame her utterly. 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