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Clinton New Era, 1892-01-29, Page 3DY NoRsEmAx in , v9=104410 therSP WA A VPiti, of .100-140 Saco*, , .. ,, . , poetry in hianatOre ati,well as in hers; i lin was vs,tu er a pleaaantsleoldn l'''. iik0 Meet NQPNY.%;1044 n0- was Witeleall putx; at fivc-inniAbirty,, and fit' WM, . , . AO VS IO'Ve Of sport and Or outdoor life A4011440 that she collid net help feel* r 'UNA 1444, had.not ti/hbed- him, at .the gentler ing kindly tawavd him, She hoped that , , tastes-..41ret spouery and love Of the children would behave well, and bone, , girced at QUO nervausi, voliOrtrAP sPectatere had droPpodln, but the church was very quiet, and up in the awned there :were only,Roy and bis best man, Madame 1.4echertier. old , *tort, Siverteen,"and the father, and pm, tiler of the bridegracan, Charles ()s- and read, the service, and his pretty .Laughter -in-law had begged leave to 011,1 the organ, for she had taken OM+ 319t te SWitishild, but to e !WO Wady; When at' <her father. Wow' t* 11$111est she had - called upon Atter the V,Vedding was over and Ton0. Proccolon had once more passed OeWn the aisle/ ti,l/e still went bn play- ing, having a love of finishing in her nolo% Charles Osmond. Cattle out of Ithe'veetry and stood beside her. • I am glad you played. for them," e Aid when the last. chord had bean "It Was net at all the Sort of ding to be without music. It was One of the nicest weddings I eve v at,nshe said ; "and as to your oreestiet—he is all you said, and more. Do you know, there is a strong look • about hiat Which liomehOW made nle think of ray father,. Oh I do hope he ,ivilFbeable to payoff the debts.° "',4Ttlere is only one thing that could .hfutler him," saul'Oharles Osnaond. "What is that ?" asked Erica looking •.'"alp quickly, ""Death," he replied quietly. 'She_raade no answer, but the word :did not jar -upon her, for she was one sit these who have. learned that death indeed the'Gate Of Life. Silently she pushed in the stops and 'sicked the organ, - CHAPTER lOrie spring evening, rather more thats two years after the weddhig, Sigrid was working aavay in the little back gard'en, to which, now that her house- h,old duties were light, she devoted a ga!i•xV deal of her time. It joined the garden of Rowan Tree House, and, for greater convenience, an opening had TheeiV made in the hedge, and a little green gate put up. Upon this gate lean- ed, Oecil, chatting comfortably, her ten-. • tdasaequet under her arm, and with a pleasant consciousness that the work of the day was over, and that Roy and • Frithjof might soon be expected for the nightly -game which, during the season, they. seldom cared to miss. " They are late this evening," said Sigrid. 'I wonder whether Herr Siv- • ertsen has caught Frithjof, I hope not, for thetennis does him so much good." _ Is he working very hard ?" asked Peen. " He always works furiously; and lustasow I think he has got whatsome enie called the 'lust of finishing' upon him; and we see vers: little of him, for when he is not at business he is hard at • work over Herr Sivertsen's manuscript. That it really seems to agree with him; they say, you know, that work without 'worry hams no one." . "A very moral precept," said a voice - behind her, and glancing up she saw • Frithjof himself crossing the little lawn The two years had not greatly alter- ed him, but he seemed more full of life and 'vigor than before, and success and hope had entirely banished the look of &inflict which for so long had been ainly visible in his face. Sigrid felt pr ,him as she glanced round.; theie Was something in his mere phy- Ideal strength which always appealed to her. , "We were just talking about you," eliAo said, "and -wondering when you • avoiald be ready -to play." " After that remark of yours which I overheard, I almost think I shall have to eschew tennis," he said, laughing. " Why should I give a whole hour to it when Herr Sivertsen is impatiently 'Waiting for the next instalment ?" f.! Herr Sivertsen is insatiable," said Sigrid, taking off her gardening -gloves. "And I'm not going to allow you to re- turn to yoer old bad ways; as long as you live with me you will have to be something more than a working drudge.'. "Since Sigrid has begun baby's esti"- cation," said Frithiof, turning laugh- 'ingly to Cecil, "we notice that she has become very dictatorial to the rest of us." - "You shouldn't make stage asides in • such a loud voice," said Sigrid, pretend- ing to box his ears. "1 am going to meet Roy and to fetch the racquets, and you take him into the garden. Cecil, and make him behave properly." "Are you really so specially busy. just now?" asked Cecil, as he opened the little gate and joined her; "or was It only your fun ?" "No, it was grim earnest," he replied. "For sinceHerr Sivertsen has been so infirm I have had most of his work to de. But it is well-paid work, and a very great help toward the debt fund. In ten ears time I may be free." "You will really have paid off every- thing ?" "I quite hope to be able to do so." "It will be a great work done," she said, thoughtfully, t' But when it is all finished, wonder whether you will not feel a little like the men who work • all their lives to make a certain amount and then retire, and can't think what to do with themselves ?" "1 hope not," said Frithiof; "but I own that there is a chance of it. Yon see, the actual work in itself is hateful to me. Never, I should think, was there any one who so loathed indoor work of all kinds, specially desk work. Yet I have learned to take real interest in the • business, and that will remain and still be my duty when the debts are cleared off. It is a shocking confession, but I own that when Herr Sivertsen's work is no longer a necessity it will be an • itnmense relief to me; and I doubt if I shall ever open that sort of book again." "It must be terrible drudgery," said Cecil, "since you can't really like it." "Herr Sivertsen has given me up as a hopeless case ; helms long ago ceased to talk about, Culture with a capital C to it; he no longer expects me to take any interest in the question whe! her earthworms do or do not show any sen- sitiveness to sound when placed on a grand piano. 1 told him that the bare idea is enough to make any one in the trade ft:budder." Cecil laughed merrily. It was by no means the first time that he had told her of his hopeless lack of all literary and scientific tastes, and she admired him all the more for it, because he kept so perseveringly to the work, and dis. regarded his personal tastes oo Man f I They had, moreover, rhony poin t noirttaifte. Plteher Cala° dal "Sec 1" she xci I d " the e th lit 0 take lt Mother, ler she if Egi fend of theta," He steeped to gather the flower for her, and AO she took it from him, he mit palmed at her for a moment she e , r e wen, who was' born flirt, first narcissus. How earlyit Is! I must speedily' forgot her dislike, and was (PIO willing to meet the stranger's ed. vanceS half -way. In two minutes' time she was contentedly sitting. on his knee, while Lance Steed shyly by, stu- dying his father with a gravity -which was, -however inclined tiCI ,134) Igrie441Y was poking very. pretty that evening, her gray eyes were usually bright, there WAS a soft glow of color in ler fair face, an air of glad contentment seemed to hover about her. He little guessed that it was happiness in his success which was the cause of all this. Even as he watched her, however, her coins faded, her• lipe degas' to quis' ver, she seemed to be on the point of fainting, "Is anything the matter ?" he asked, alarmed by the sudden change in her face. 'Ave you ill; 'Cecil?" She did not reply, but let him help her to the nearest garden seat. "It is the scent of the narcissus; it is too strong for you," he suggested, "No," she gasped. "But a most aw- ful feeling came over me. Soraething Is going to happen, I am sure of it." He looked perplexed. She dropped the narcissus from her hand, and he picked it up and put it on the further side of the bench, still clinging to his own theary that it was the cause of her faintness. Her face, which a moment before had been so bright, was now white as the flower itself, and the look of suffering in it touched him. His heart began to beat a little unea- sily when he saw a servant approach-. ing them from the house. "She is right," he thought to him- self. "What on earth can it be "Master asked me to give you this, Miss Cecil," said the maid, handing her a little pencilled note. She sat up hastily, made a desperate effort to look as ff nothing were wrong with her. The servant went back to the house, and Frithiof waited anxious- ly to hear what the note was about.— She read it through and then handed it to him. It ran as follows :— " Mr. Grantly has come, and wishes to see the children. He will not take them away for a few days, but you had better bring them down to see him." "He is out of prison 1" exclaimed Frithiof. "But surely his time is not up yet. I thought he had five years?" "The five years would be over next October. I knew it would come some day, but I never thought of it so soon, and to take them away in a few days!" "1 remember now," said Frithiof; "there is a rule that by good behavior in prison they can slightly shorten their time. I am sorry for you; it will be a fearful wrench to you to part with Lance and Gwen." She locked her hands together, mak- ing no attempt at an answer. " How exactly like the world," thought Frithjof to himself. "Here's a girl passionately devoted to these children, while the mother, who never deserved them at all, has. utterly de- serted them. To have had them for five years and then suddenly. lose them al- together, that is a fearful blow for ladis they ought to have thought of it before adopting the children." "lis there nothing I can do to help you?" he said, turnnag toward her.— "Shall I go and fetch Lance and Gwen?" With an effort she stood up. "No, no," she said, trying hard to speak cheerfully. "Don't let this spoil your game. I am better, I will go and find them." But by a sudden impulse he sprang up, made her t4e his arm and walked to the house wit% her. "You are still rather shaky, I think," he said. "Let -me come with you, I can at any rate -save you the stairs. How strange it was that you should have known beforehand that this was com- ing I Did you ever have a presentiment of that kind over everything else ?" "Never," she said. "It was such an awful feeling. I wonder what it is that brings it." He left her in the hall and ran up- stairs to the nursery, where he was al- ways a welcome visitor. Both children rushed to meet him with cries of de- light. Cecil has sent me up with a message to you," he said. "To say we may comedown," shout- ed Lance. "Is it that, Herr Frithiof ?" "No," cried Gwen, dancing round him, "it's to say a holiday for to -mor- row, I guess." "No, not that exactly," he said; "but your father has come, and Cecil wants you to come down and see him." The children's faces fell, It seemed almost as if they instinctively. knew of the cloud that hung over their father. They had always known that he would some day conae to them; but his name had been little mentioned. It was diffi- cult to mention it without running the risk of the terrible questions which as children they wet e so likely to ask. All the gladness and spirit seemed to have left them. They were both shy, and the meeting with this unknown parent was a terror to them. They clung. to Frithjof as he took them down -stairs, and catching sight of Cecil leaning back in one of the hall chairs, they made a resh for her, and poured out all their childish fears as she clung to them and kissed them with all the tenderness of a real mother. "We don't want to go and see fath- er," said Latice stoutly. "We had much ,ather not." "But you must think that he wants to see you very much," said Cecil. "He rememl3ers you quite well, though you have forgotten him; and now that he has come back to you, you must both make him very happy. and love him." "1 don't like him at all," said Gwen perversely. " It is silly and wrong to say that," aid Cecil. "You will love him when you see him." " I love you," said Gwen with a ve- iemen hug. "Rave you only room for one person n your heart ?" "1 rather love Herr Frithjof," said iwen, glancing lip at him through her. .yelashes. They both smiled, and Cecil seeing hat little would be gained by discuss - ng the matter, got, up and led them •oward the cb awing room, her pale, brave face contrasting curiously with )wen's rosy theek-+, ,z-ul rebellious little Lir. Mr. Boniface sat talking to the new - 'timer kindly enough. They both rose s Cecil and the children entered. " This is my daughter," said Mr. Bo- iface. And Cecil shook hands with the ex- risoner, and looked a little anxiously re— Children Cryfor and not critica When he had quite satisfied himself he went softly. away, returning before long with a toy pistol and a boat, which he put into his fath- er's bands. " Whet is this," said Mr. Grantly. "It's hay favorite toy's," said Lance. "1 wanted to show them to you.— Quick, Gwen, run and find your doll for father." He seenaed touched and pleased ;,and indeed they were such well-traned children that any parent must have been proud of them, To this ex -convict, who had for years been cut off from all child -life, the mere sight of them was refreshing. He seemed quite inclined to sit there and play with them for the rest of the evening. And Cecil sat by in a sort of dream, hearing of the new home that was to be made for the chil- dren In British Columbia, where land was to be had for a penny an acre, and where one could live orc grapes and peaches, and all, the most delicious fruits. Then, presently, with many ex- pressions of gratitude for all that had been done for the children Mr. Grant- ley took leave, and she ledthe children up to bed, leaving .Mr. and Mrs. Beni - face to go into the garden and tell Rely and Sigrid what had passed. " How does Cecil take it ?" asked Sig- rid anxiously. " Very quietly," was the reply; "but I am afeaid she feels losing them 80 soon." Frithjof, with an uncomfortable re- collection of what had passed in the garden, doubted if Mrs. Boniface fully understood the depth of Cecil's feel- ings. He left them talking over the drawbacks and advantages of colonial life, and went into his translating ; but though he forgot the actual cause, he was conscious all the time of a disturb- ing influence, and even while absorbed in his work, had an irritating sense that something had gone wrong, and that trouble was in the air. He went to bedand dreamed all night of Cecil. She haunted him persistent- ly; sometimes he saw her leaning back on the garden seat, with the narcissus Just falling from her hand, sometimes he saw her with the children clinging to her as they did in the hall. From that time forward a great change came over his attitude toward her. Hitherto his friendship with her had, it must be owned, been chiefly selfish. He had always heartily liked her, and enjoyed being at Rowan Tree House, had fallen into the habit of dis- cussing. many things with her and va- luing her opinion, but it was always of himself that he had thought—of what she could do for him, of what he could learn from her, of how much enjoy- ment he could get from her music and her frank friendliness, and her easy way of talking. It was not that he was more selfish than most men, but that they had learned really to know each other at a time when his heart was so paralyzed by Blanche's faithlessness, so crushed by the long series of misfor- tunes, that giving had been out of the question. pHAPTER XXXIX. Hardly had the bustle of departure quieted down at Rowan Tree House, when a fresh anxiety arose. Herr Si- vertsen, who had for some time been out of health, was seized with a fatal illness, and for three days and nights Frithjofwas unable to leave him; on the third night the old Norseman pass- ed quietly away, conscious to the last minute, and with his latest breath in- veighing against the degeneracy of the age. ' "Frithiof is a rare exception," he said, turning his dim eyes toward Sig- rid, whb stood by the bedside. "And to him I leave all that I have. As for the general run of young men now-a- days—I wash my hands of them—a worthless set—a degenerate—" His voice died away, he sighed deep- ly, caught Frithjof 's hand in his, and fell,back on the pillow lifeless. When the will was read it affirmed that Herr Sivertsen, who had no rela- tions living, had indeed left his proper- ty to Frithiof. The will was terse and eccentric in the extreme, and seemed like one of the old man's own speeches, ending With the familiar words, "for he is one of the few:honest and hard- working men in a despicable genera- tion." Naturally there was only one way to which Frithjof could think of putting his legacy. Every penny of it went straight to his debt -fund. Mr. Horner heard of it and groaned. "What 1" he exclaimed, "pay away the principal; hand over thousands of pounds in pay- ment of debts that are not even his own —debts that don't affect his name 1 He ought to put the money into his busi- ness, Boniface; it would only be a fit- ting way of showing you his gratitude." "He put into the business what I va- lue far roore," said Mr. Boniface. "He put into it his honest Norwegian heart, and his legacy will save him many years of hard, weary work and anxie- ty." When summer came it was arranged that they should go to Norway, and Frithjof went about his work with such an air of relief and contentment that, had it not been for one hidden anxiety, Sigrid's happiness would; have been corn plete. tr: -19 Her marriage had been so extremely happy that she was less than ever sat- isfied with the prospect that seemed to lie before Cecil. The secret which she had found out at the time of Frithjof 's disgrace weighed upon her a good deal, she almost wished that Roy would guess it ; but no one else seemed to have any suspicion of it at all, and Sigrid of course could not speak, partly because she was Frithjof 's sister, partly because she had a strong feeling that to allude to that matter would be to betray Cecil unfairly: Had she been a matai-inak- er she might have done endless harm; had she been a reckless talker she would probably have defeated her own ends; but happily she was neither, and though at times she longed to give Fri- thjof a good shaking, when she saw him entirely absorbed in his work and blind to all else, she inannied to keep her own counsel, and to await, thou,gh somewhat impatiently, whatever time should bring. One evening it chanced that ...ere alone tor a. few minutes Orloff the Intorvals Of an Amateur cancerk -0001 11:0004 HAAA to get up At WIAtogh* pe /low do you thiril; it has 00404 ?" said Ate he filtt down beside her in the little inner Room "Capital ; Cecil ought to be congra- filleted," he replied, " I iira glad she has had it An hand, far it must have taken her thoughts off the children." " Yes," said sigrid ; "anything that dor 7that is worth something." et she' spews to me to have plenty of interests,' said Frithiof. "She is never idle, she is a great reader." "Do you think books would ever svaotilesef.y a woman like Cecil ?" exclaim- ed Sigrid with a touch of scorn in her He looked at her quickly, struck by Something unusual in her tone, aisd not at all onderstanding the little flush of hot color that had risen in her face. " Oh," he said, teasingly, "you think every one has your ideal of happiness, and cannot manage to exist without the equivalent of limy and baby, to say nothing of the house and garden," "1 don't think anything of the sort," she protested, relieved by his failure to appropriate to himself her rather un- guarded speech. "Norway will be the beat thing in the world for her," he said. "It is the true panacea for all evils. Can you be- lieve that in less than a week we shall actually be at Bergen once more ?" And Sigrid, looking at his eager, blue eyes, and. remembering his brave strug- gles and long exile, could not find it in her heart to be angry with him any more, Besides he had been very thoughtful for Cecil jun lately, and seemed to have set his heart on making the projected tour in Norway as nearly perfect as possible. To Sigrid there was a serious drawback—she was obliged to leave her baby behind in England; howevor, after the first wrench of part- ing she managed to enjoy herself very well, and • Mrs. Boniface, who was to spend the six weeks of their absence in Devonshire with some of her cousins, promised to take every possible care of her little grandson, to telegraph DOW and then, and to write at every oppor- tunity. It had been impossible for Mr Bomface to leave London, but the two younger members of the firm, with Sig- rid, Cecil, and little Swanhild, made a very merry party, and Frithiof, at length free from the load of his father's debts, seemed suddenly to grow tee years younger. Indeed, S'igrid, who for so long had seen.her hopes for Cecil de- feated. by the cares and toils brought by thee same debts, began to fear that now his extreme happiness in his free- dom would quite suffice to him, and that he would desire nothing further. Certainly, for many years he had known nothing like the happiness of that voyage, with its bright expecta- tion, its sense of reliefs To look back on the feverish excitement of his voy- age to England five years before was like looking back into some other life; and if the world was a graver and sad- der place to him maw than it had been long ago, he had elt any rate learned that lite was oot limited to three -score years and ten, and had gained a far deeper happiness of which no one could rob him. On the Wednesday night he slept little, and very early in the mor- ning was up on the wet and shining deck eagerly looking at the first glimpse of his own country. His heart bounded within him when the red roofs and gables of Stavanger came in sight, and he was the very first to leap off the steamer, far too impatient to touch Norwegian soil once more to dream of waiting for the more leisurely mem- bers of the party. The quiet little town seemed still fast asleep;.he scarcely met a soul in the primitive streets, with their neat. wooden houses and their delightful look of home. In a rap- ture of happiness he walked on drink- ing down deep breaths of the fresh morning air, until corning at length to the cathedral he caught sight of an old woman standing at the door, key in hand. He stopped and had a long conversa- tion with her for the mere pleasure of hearing his native tongue once more; he made her happy with a kroner and enjoyed her grateful shake of the hand, then, partly to please her, entered the cathedral. In the morning:light, the severe beauty of the old Norman nave was very impressive ;lhe knelt for a mi- nute or two, glad to have the uninter- rupted quiet of the great place before it had been reached by any of the tour- ists, It catne into his mind how, long ago, his.father's last words to him had been "A happy return to Gammle Norge," how for so long those words had seemed to him the bitterest mock- ery—an utter impossibility—and how, at last in a very strange and different way, they had come true. He hadcome back, and., spite of all that had inter- vened, he was happy, TO DE CONTINUED. Mr George Tudhope, township clerkrof Oro for nearly 50 years, is dead, and his funeral took place on Thursday at Orillia. "August lower" I had been troubled five months with Dyspepsia. The doctors told me it was chronic. had a fullness after eating and a heavy load in the pit of my stomach. I suffered fre- quently from a Water Brash of clear matter. Sometimes a deathly Sick- ness at the Stomach would overtake me. Then again I would have the terrible pains of Wind Colic. At such times I would try to belch and could not. I was working then for Thomas McHenry, Druggist, Cor. Irwin and Western Ave., Allegheny City, Pa., in whose employ I had been for seven years. Finally I used August Flower, and after lasing just one bottle for two weeks, was etc; tirely relieved of all the trouble. I can now eat things I dared not touch before. I would like to refer you to Mr. McHenry; for whom I worked, who knows all about tny condition, and from whom I bought the medi- cine. I live with nay wife and family at 39 James St., Allegheny City, Pa. Signed, JOHN D. Cox. 8 G. G. GIMEN, Fele Manufacturer, 1-;1.- 1:ra , New Jersey, U. S. A • hP • &.&:•%1••• , eastoria Is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's prescription for Infants 4 and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance'. 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I hopo the day is not far distant when mothers will consider the real interest of their children, and use eastern' in- stead of the varlousquack nostrums which'are destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, morphbae, soothing syrup and other hurtful agents down their throats; thereby sending ' thaw to premature vexes." Da. J. F. zwommos, Conway, Ls Castoria. " Castoria 1 owelf adaptedtooblIdree that 1 recommend It aasuperior Lowly piszeriptIoe known to me." II. A. Aeolian, K. D., - 111So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "Our physicians in the chIldren's dewier ment have spoken highly of their experi- ence in their outside practice with Castor's,. and although wo only Lt.° among our medical supplies whet is known as regular products, yet we are free to confess that the merits of Castoria has won us to look with • favor upon it." :.••• Unrrlan floirerria. Ana DISPENBMIT Boston, 'ALL= C. 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