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took steede ot the pretty 'young fecee
present and ObserVed the waye of their
owners, he felt that Jessie woad de
herself no credit among 'them, he was
Re Maxentee ORHY. Oot sore that any could :surpass her,
Thet one of those yoang fitees ster-
paesses not only Jessfe'd but every other
tn the room, he was perfectly sure.
He watched the slight young figure
belonging to that flower face, as it
glideu through the mimes of the waltz,
with a deepening glow in his dark
gray eyes, and a strange new fearful
joy thrilled him when her soft floating
drapery swept him a sudden surge of
the dance. A friend spoke to him, un-
heard, smiled at his absorbed earnest
gaze, and passed on.
"How are you, Randal?" said a bus -
sea captain, sauntering up to him later
on, but Philip continued to gaze at the
surging tide of waltzers, grave, rapt,
unconscious, until the question was re-
peated, and the hussar, languidly
smiling, laid a hand on the lad's should-
er.
"Eh? oh? How are you, Medway?"
he exclaimed, starting and flushing.
"I didn't hear you come up.'
"Or see me, too hard hit;" he return-
ed, his beautiful blue eyes full of mirth.
"What is her name?"
"Legion," he returned, quickly,
"Look, Medway, there's not a really
plain or ill dressed woman in the room
to night."
Captain Medway smilled benevolent-
ly and lifted his eye brows. "Youth-
ful enthusiasm, fine thing, refreshing,"
he said. "Awfully hot to -nights fright-
ful crush, eh? Don't you dance?"
"Rather."
"Want a partner? Know my cousin,
Miss Maynard? Girl in white over
there?"
Philip te ied to look indifferent and
not blush; "I—ah think I have met
Miss Maynard," he statiamered"I dare-
say she's forgotten; besides—ah—her
card will be full by this time."
"Oh, come along, look, she's sitting
down, introduce you again," replied
Captain Medway, amused at the sub-
dued eagerness on the lads honest
brown face.
"Oh! Mr Randal is an old acquain-
tance," said the pretty dark eyed girl,
in a low voice with a subdued, warble
in it, on his introduction. "I am so
sorry," she added with genuine regret,
"not one dance left. Unless—" she
paused, looking at her cousin.
"Unless for once I'm magnanimous
and give up. No—let me see," taking
her card. 'I'm down for eleven, shall
I substitute Mr Randal's name, Ada?"
"Thank you." Two gray eyes and
two dark ones rested gratefully upon
Claude Medway's face, Ada Maynard
floated away with her partner, and
Medway's well built, well carried fig-
ure passed slowly on with a certain
princely grace, leaving Philip full of
young gratitude and admiration,
When the band struck up the first
plaintive cords of No. IL Philip w
already at Miss Maynard's side, eager
to claim her promise at the first mo-
minnossible
CHAPTER II.
,T THE nALL.
By the time the days were beginning
t� lengthen again in 1W people had
almost ceased to think of the Crimea
and all its terriblee lessons to the na-
no oue dreamed of the more
dreadful storm now lowering on the
far Bast, and in part occastoned by
eastern Misconception of England's
strength in the Crimea. Even in In-
dia, where the first low mutterings
of thunder had already been heard,
some strange madness lulled the Eng-
lish to a perilous sense of security and
blinded them to the handwriting blaz-
ing on the wall before thera.
At home people went on tIMir usual
cOmfortable half hearted way, think-
• ing, in spite of their recent rude awak-
entng from dreams of universal peace,
that the mad race for wealth was not
again to be interrupted, but that every
man wa,s, to sit in the shreclow of his
owleallop front and eat the fruit of
pale factory hands' drudgery, ufitrou-
bled. People grumbled impartially at
everything over their breakfast news-
papers, reconstructing or destroying
the British Ceristitution or propping
up the venerable fabric according to
the several mandates of their several
journals, but not dreaming of more
WM.
One night at the end of January,
Philip Randal, now a fine, well set up
lad, with bright, keen eyes and a heal-
thy brown face, found himself, very
emart in his ball uniform, at a large
military ball, trying very hard to look
bored, but in reality full of enjoyment.
Ile liked dancing and ladiessociety,
and was fresh to gayeties of this kind.
Ile wished the deficiency in ladies had
been on the other side, but then as so
many Of those gold laced, stalwart
warriors lounging languidly against
walls were too vain, too lazy, or too
clumsy to dance, it did not matter
much, since no lady is ever too tired,
too bored, or too yam to dance, so he
might have his share of partners, in-
eligible as he was.
He thought of his little sister at
home, when he saw so many fresh
girl faces in the brilliant whirl of dan-
cers, bright as rolling sunset clouds
turning before him to the accompani-
ment of love laden waltz music on a
fine string band.
There are people who despise waltz
muaic; have they ever been young?
ever danced? ever flung themselves
like swimmers upon thoselsrightwaves
of melody, and stayed only by the
pressure of one young hand upon an-
other young waist, floated far away
into ideal regions, rising and failing in
spirit with the ebb and flow of music?
Besides that poetry of motion which
xzw zxtx.
o_ an getleave m1400414% My brother
has often 001104 it,"
lie Started Up at once and pushed
through the Whirling crowd. The xnu-
Sie '.'as all discords now, the' ?KVA)
seemed spectres, bright 'eyes mocking
phantoms, the flowers poisOnena, the
lights burned blue and baleful. He
had been dancing and fooling while
his mother lay dying.
His partiler gazed after his retreating
figure until it was lost in a maze of
floating draperies and brilliant colors,
and the tears gradually filled' her eyes,
"Poor fellow r" she murniured, "poor
boy! Iles he a sister? or any one to
care for him? I wish he had just said
good -night.
Philip was able to obtain leave at
once, and before long he had torn off
his gay ball uniform, put on plain
clothes, sprung into the mail train and
was rushing swiftly through the dark-
ness, a dreadful terror tearing at his
heat t.
The train moved too slOwly for him,
flying past fields and woods, farms and
hamlets, and park Firdled mansions,
all covered up and hidden beneath the
mirk as the future is hidden beneath
the shadows of uncertainty, the throb -
throb of the engine keeping time in his
brain to the melody of that last waltz.
It was a cold night, he was glad to
draw his coat( collar round his ears,
and shivered in spite of leis thick rug.
It was not so pleasant to Took out into
the blank depths of surrounding night
as into Ada Maynard's eyes. •
Jane, you can lay MU' ilaude en. One
for MS and one to be kept ;Against
Meade's burying, You've been a good
husband, ' Matt," she addeftlater; "we
hove seen trouble together anslf We'Ve
had' mercies. I'Ve been ever btAtirp utt
times rev dear; I set too Ildtlett stoi on
having things plean and tidy about me
and men do make such a litter in a
house. But you was always clean for
IL man, my dear, and shut doors after
yet, and I wish my tongue had been
softer."
At the close of the short sunshiny
day she fell asleep, and when she
awoke, wandered a little.
"Mansions, many mansions," she
murmured, "but I could do with the
littlest house,. so I could keep it clean
and flesh for the angels to go in and
out of and the four we lost."
Then she slept again, and Philip with
gentle violence drew Jessie from the
Mom.
"All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark
of hazel eyes."
was the line that came to his memory
and sung itself to the dance music.
And amid the thOu•glits crowdmg
on him at this first shock of bereaval,
in the thousand memories, tender,
happy and sad, he still saw the bright
face uplifted and heard the clear voice
speaking, saw the white muslin and
blush roses, the rounded arms, rich
dark hair, and hazel eyes lit up by the
dawning spirit, and was glad in a way,
though his heart bled and his consci-
ence reproached him, as he thought of
things he had done and left undone,
and wondered why he had not been
more tender and dutiful to her who
had been more than mother to him
and had never been harsh even in re -
It was too late now; it always is too with Philip Randal's thick curly hair,
proof.
late when we think of these things and whistled derisively through the
with vain regret sharpened by the ray thinlocks of MrMeade's uncovered
keen edged pain of loss. head. But neither Philiptnor his fath-
The engine throbbed on to the melo- er heeded the cold wind in the bitter
dy of that last love burdened waltz, blast of bereaval that beat upon them,
stars passed in solemn shining proces- as they stocd by the yawning grave
sion over the heavens, until the gray which swallowed up Philip's childhood,
wintry dawn paled them and the chill and buried Matthew Meade's youth
earth showed ghostly and desolately and early manhood, the struggles of
in the cold light, life's noon and the Soft sunbeams of
The sun had dispersed the mists and
• declining years, making a dead silence
f than half his memories.
•
CHAPTER III.
A CRUEL BLAST.
The bright late -win t er sunshine con-
tinued, • but its softness wore away,
there was a cold fierce unrelenting
brilliance in the blank breadth of light
pouring from the cloudless sky, it was
that treacherous radiance through
which thli eastern wind stings with
unsuspected sharpness; icicles mad,e
fine ffiigree work round the mill pond
and depended from the bridge arches
and mill wheel, the roads were like
iron, the great willow on the bank
shuddery(' in the keen wind, and com-
plained audibly. as if against some
conscious cruelty; all the little eager
buds, which had been pushing too
hastily forward in the genial air, stop-
ped in their sheltering cases, rebuked
and silent, and many lIttle birds whose
courtship had already made consider-
able progress, were obliged sorrowfully
to postpone the wedding day, and
drooped, disappointed songless bunches
of feathers, upon the dry crackling
boughs.
This keen cold wave raved exulting-
ly over the open and exposed cemetery;
it lifted the pall from Mrs Meade's
coffin and tossed the clergyman's sur-
plice irreverently about him and flut-
tered the leaves of his book; it played
quivers so strongly: through waltz Two gliding steps and a turn, anct
music that it is pain to sit still at its 1 they were off, borne away and away
sound, it has all the tenderness, the far from the prose of life, lost upon
sadness, the infinite unconscious long- the fairy sea of that enchanted, music,
ing, the etheral exaltation of youthful rising and falling upon the bright
love. Young people listen to waltz waves of its yearning melody, uncon-
'ffineic with yearning, looking into the scious of physical being and motion,
vague rich future; old people listen because of their very intensity and per -
with yearning and recall the golden fection, isolated in a coinmon beati-
past. tude, they two alone, each revolving
"I am never merry when I hear round the other as a sole centre and
----sweetennsice2mightbe saidsof Stra,uss's- -80,11VCS ormutinuras-two-stars-cast in--
- or Gufigl's waltzes. • But the sadness to space free of any solar system, might
do. At last, as if by common consent,
seems pleasanter than mirth. .
Phihp listened, a pensive delight they paused, breathlese, flushed, radi-
irradiating and refining his features, ant, and Philip guided his partner to a
which inclined to a square soliditlr, seat beneath a trophy of arms and
and, leaning against his door jamb,
imagined Jessie one of that bright
,telwd of flower decked, bejewelled
ladies, whose filmy draperies floated
mistily about them and merged into
one broad mass of color with gold -
laced sc,arlet and blue officers, with
the varied facings and decoration dis-
tinguishing hussars and lancers, artil-
lery and engineers, cavalry and infan-
try, the brilliance toned down here
and there by the black blot of a civilian
dress. What a different blending of
color some of those present had seen
at Balaclava, when the heav y brigade
wedged themselves through. the gray
mass of Russian troops! Some of the
dancers present had then starred the
Russian gray wIth English scarlet.
Philip lead left a two day's old letter
on his mantelpiece.
"DEAR OLD IPPIE," it began, "do
write oftener. Four of Miss Blush -
fords are still in love with you. five
with the new curate (not a quarter as
nice as Mr Ingleby), and two with the
drawing master. They are such sillies,
they steal his pencil chips, and even
his pencils, for keepsakes. He is al-
ways pleased with my drawings, so I
mean to be a famous painter. What
geese those officers must bel How
glad I am that you pretended to think
the donkey they put in your cot was
Captain Hare, and took possession of
his room instead. Father and mother
are Iluite well; so is Sebastopol, I leave
echool this half. Your affectionate
sister, "JESSIE MEADE."
"They want me to be confirmed this
spring, but I don't want to be good
yet. I should like some fun first."
• What a baby the sweet child was.
Yet she would soon be a woman,
though always a tender. slight crea-
ture, a thing to be protected. And
what was to become of her socially?
The more he thought of it the more
impossible her position seemed. How
could that dainty bloseom like creature
dance with such rough fellows as her
cousin, Roger Plummer, even if dan-
cing were in vogue in that set? and by
what possible door • could she be ad-
mitted to more refined circles? It had
been better, he sometimes thought, if
the child bad been taught dairy and
housework in place of Mangnall's
Questions, French and piano playing;
her hands would in thaf case have
been rougher, her susceptibilities
blunter, her face not less sweet, and
her heart as pure; Roger Plummer and
young editions of Mr Cheesemon would
not then have jarred upon her, she
would then have no more thought of
quarrelling with her place in life than
a flower does.
"A violet by a mossy stone half h id -
den from the eye. '
She would have blossomed sweetly,
and as sweetly faded, untroubled and
unnoticed, in her place. ' It never
struck hi.n that eassie's exquisite grace
and refinement was as native to her as
the perfume to the violet, and widely
different from Miss Blushford's thin
and spurious veneer of history and
arithmetic, her feeble pencil drawings,
piano struminings, and petty proprte-
. pitcher's eactdein
Ch lehrto Or/for
was shining with c -old radiance, like a
smile which conceals a sorrow, and the
forenoon was well advanced when he
reached Cleeve, and look a fly in his
haste to reach the mill. It looked
peaceful and pleasant when he drove
up the mill wheel was turning with
its familiar sound, scattering the clia- had struck home. Cousin Jane, in
sun lit pool,
mond spray over the stillthe piegons were wheeling about with whose hands he was now the gentlest
clanging wings and iridescent breasts, of lambs, had him put into a warm bed
the dogs barked cheerfully., a hen loud- at dusk, and dosed him with various
homely remedies of her own.
ly announced that she,had laid an egg, "Dear heart," she said, after her last
snow drops gleamed white in the gar-
den borders, the window panes spark- visit to him that night, " I never
led in the sunshine, and Philip's heart 1 thought to feel that loving to Matt
gave a joyful leap; for the blinds were Meade; many a spar we've had together
to be sure. But to see him lying there,
not down; his mother lived.
In a moment he was in the parlor, poor lamb, and taken' whateyer you
w -here --Jessie ifirytd1ff givesen,easemeelces ashabe; 'tis enou h
after a long night of watching. She to melt the -heart of a stone. Aiid I
prang up with a stifled cry to meet sure I freely forgive him all—notthat
s
I didn't give him as good as he sent.
him, her eyes and mouth marked with
purple shadows, and her face pale as Dear, dear, I do I never done
think
your poor father justice, Jessie. It is
the snow -drops in the garden. • not every man would take on like that
for a wife and it's not a many I seen
took so bad with a chill all of a sudden,"
here Mrs Plummer paused to cry with
a cheerful seese of the value of her
physic and nursing, and of Mr Meade's
double virtue both in falling ill and
in appreciating it.
"I never could be called a croaner,'
she added, "but I've seen that in Mat-
thew Meade's face to -day as is only seen
once."
"Mrs Plummer," cried Philp, "don't
talk nonsense, Is this a proper way to
speak before Jessie?"
"It shan't be said that I didn't pre-
pare his family beforehand," continu-
ed Mrs Plummer, dolorously.
"I shall go for Maule at once," said
Philip, freeing Jessie's slight and
drooping form from the clasp in which
he had taken it when he saw her stag-
ger under her cousin's words. "My
poor Kitten, Father is upset, but there
is nothing to fear."
Philip's words were too true, there
was nothing either to fear or hope for
Mr Meade; the cold had struck to his
vitals, and broken down as he was by
the shock of his sudden sorrow he had
not strength to throw it off, but suc-
cumbed at once.
Four days after Mrs Meade's funeral,
Philip and Jessie were watching by his
bed in silence, as the evening was clos-
ing in.
He shivered while they drove slowly
home, and scarcely took any notice
when Jessie led him to an amr chair by
the blazing fire the had made and gave
him some hot spiced drink. He con-
tinued to shiver, and refused food; it
was too evident that the bitter wind
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flags, into which she sank smilingk
"My kitten! My poor kitten! cm,
'
while he leant against it Union Jac Philip, using his pet name for her.
above her. and, opening her fan, used Then .he sat down, drawing her on to
it gently n her behalf.
•"I sometimes wonder if there will
be dancing in Heaven;" sighed Miss
Maynard, who was still in her teens.
"You dance so well, no wonder that
you enjoy it," he replied, wondering at
the glory of the rich dark eyes, and
the curled mazes of the deep black hair
and the sweet curving of the warm red
lips, "I suppose you dance it great
deal?"
"Ohl no. I am only just out. This
is only my second ball. And it will be
the last, I am afraid."
"Surely not. Why should it be so?"
"My last at home, I mean. We go
out to India, mother and I, next
week," she meted.
Philip sighed too. "I am sorry ,'•
asked; " can nothing be done?
he said, after a pause, "no more chance ,`Nothin , nothing, I tell you, he
for me of another dance with you."
He left off using the fan and looked
dreamily at the bright moving crowd
with a suddendisenchantment, "Poor
little butterfly," he thought, "you will
be snapped up the moment you land.'
Then she would be a flower hovering
butterfly no more; but a gentle little
hearth cricket, guarded and sheltered
by some strong man, Cherished or
crushed, he wondered, with a sudden
fear, as he turned and looked at the
sight fragile form and delicate face.
Could sorrow or suffering touch a
thing so fair and tender? The thought
was as preposterous as painful. Why,
she would fade at the first touch of
pain as a rose leaf shrivels at the first
breath of frost. Sunshine and soft airs
should be her's through life.
The waltz music was still rising and
falling in golden wavelets, Philip and
his charming partner were resting
after another turn in a palm shaded
alcove talking the light nothings to
which young voices lend mutually
charmed eyes lend enchanted meaning,
when a dark shadow fell Imon them
from an approaching figure, and the
repeated utterance of his name at last
aroused Philip's attention. He took a
paper handed to him by a mysterious
figure which glided swiftly away and
was lost in the crowd, Miss Maynard
turned her head, seeing his attention
was thus claimed and looked at the
brilliant figures fitfully seen dancing
between the palm leaves for a long
Sparc. •
When at length she turned her face
toward Philip, his head was resting
against the draped flags, his face had a
bluish tint and his eyes the amazed
stare of it wounded animal.
"You are ill I" she exclaimed; "what
i•an I do?"
"No, no," be said, recollecting him-
self at the sound of her voice. "Bet,
it should have come before, hours be-
fore. Too -late now. f (to late."
She read on the papee he showed
her, "Your mother is dying. Come."
"And I cannot go till to -morrow!" he
said.
"You can go at once. A mail train
passes through et two. It is not much
past one now. If you are quick you
his knee, and rocking her softly to an
fro as if she were again the baby he
had so often hushed to sleep, and Jessie
cried as any baby might have done.
Cousin Jane had opened the door
softly and shut it again. "Poor
things!" she said, "let them have their
cry out, 'twill do them it power of
good."
"But you must go to her. She has
been wanting you all night,"said Jessie.
suddenly starting up.
Then Dr. Maule and Cousin Jane
came in, the latter with red eyes and
haggard face, the former vigorously
taking snuff and swearing beneath his
breath.
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replied tes ily, "keep quiet and do not
make a row. No that anything mat-
ters to her now, poor soul. Confound
you, Philip," he added, "I ain't a
man of science, though I know more
than you think; but all the doctors in
the world can't help her now I"
At this Mrs Plummer began to cry
again, and unnecessarily besought
Philip and Jessie to calm themselves,
though they were both unmoved in
their crushing sorrow.
•
Now ma'am, stop that!" growled
the doctor, who was himself shedding
copious tears, "and take care of that
girl. Let her cry, but make her eat."
And he bustled off, promising to look
in again. "As if there weren't plenty
of tiresome old woman to spare in the
town, without taking Mrs Meade," he
grumbled as he went.
"She slipped on an apple paring on
the stone steps and hurt her spine,
poor dear," explained Mrs Plummer,
when he was gone. "I said to her only
last Tuesday week, 'Martha,' I said,
that untidy hussy '11 be the death of
you some day.' And so she was," she
added with a satisfied air. "But her
mind is clear, my dear, and she wants
you. Keep up before her, there's a
good lad, do."
When Philip reached his mother's
room, there was no more need to ad-
monish him to be calm, for the sight
before him effectually quieted hire,
and the memory of that day always
lived in his mind as a solemn, sweet
time of rest and peace.
The spring sunshine poured itself
unhindered into the room; Jessie had
placed a bunch of snow drops, "fair
maids of 'Feb/ uary," she called them.
in her mother's sight; Sebastopol
wieked comfortably- with her only eye
before the fire; and Mrs Meade herself,
the centre of all the sorrow, smiled
peacefully from her pillow. It was so
strange, so solemn to Philip to find his
mother idle; it seemed impossible that
the houshold wheels could run with-
out her aid. But for this unnatural
stillness, she did not differ from her
usual self, and talked calmly of many
little things she wished done when she
shouldbave started on herlong jonrney.
She was content and thankful to be
ed a len illness. "Where there's
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Sabbaths. After trying a Physician,
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say now what remedy he prescribed
—I saw the advertisement of your
remedy and obtained a bottle. I
received such quick and permanent
help from it that whenever we have
had Throat or Bronchial troubles
since in our family, Boschee's Ger-
man Syrup has been our favorite
remedy and always with favorable
results. I have never hesitated to
report my experience of its use to
others when I have found them
troubled in like manner." Rztv.
W. H. 1-IAGGARTV,
of the Newark, New A Safe
Jersey M.E. Confer -
1 ence, April 25, 'gm, Remedy.
Ani ars rsady. My we dings sheets, ,,
--E XPECTED
The Times Tea Warehouse
IS THE ACKNOWLEDGED LEA_DING HOUSE FOR
CHOICE CHRISTMAS and HOLIDAY GOODS,
A full assortment extra selected Valencia Raisins, London Layers, Royal Clusters, Black
Baskets; choicest and finest Filiatras, Paints and Vottizso Currants; New Figs and
Fresh Dates. Finest Shelled ALMONDS, WALNUTS and FILBERTS, New CAN-
DIED LEMON, ORANGE and CITRON PRIFiLS, all of which will be sold at very low
prices. We have the largest and beat selected stook of
r Grtt"v tgd MatIvfr 1VoodburyiNj,
. "T. ,
FANCY :CHINA • CROCKERY & GLASSWARE
In town. Dinner Setts, Tea Setts, Toilet Setts, at greatly reduced prices.
J.W. IRWIN,CLINTON
Sole Agent for the noted Ram Lars Pure Indian Tea, ancetSt Leon Water.
Have Wanted and Must Have
I HAVE
A full stock of D. M. Ferry's and Steel Bros Field and Garden SEEDS and CORN.
Full stock Field and Garden TOOLS. A few pieces of CROCKERY and GLASSWARE
which will be almost given away. Full stook of JEWELERY, TINWARE, HARD-
WARE, SCHOOL SUPPLIES, GROCERIES, CANNED GOODS, OILS, HARN ESS
and all goods in connection with the Harness business. I WANT a continuation of
my present customers patronage and a few more if I can get them by honest dealing—
to close up at 8 o'clock p. m.; to•giye every customer as much for el as they can get any
place else; to take any kind of farm produce in exchange for goods from a pound of iron
to a load of grain. Hides and Furs for which I will pay oath. I MUST HAVE all
my 1891 accounts settled by the 1st of May, at the latest. The balance of my Crockery
and Glassware will be sold or given away as soon as possible to make room for other
goods. Three more Robes to be sold this spring. I will give Crockery or Glassware to
the value of 5 per cent on all accounts paid during March.
GEO. NEWTON -
LONDESBORO
APPLICATIONS THOROUGHLY REMOVES
DANDRUFF
O. L. CAVEN.
Toronto, Travelling_ Pt:mixer Agent, 0.5. it.
Says: An61•Ditintrus3s opertectromover otDan-
droff-fta tuttoll nuirvelloiei-oth my own cum
few miplirAUoul tot Orarthoroaghly removed
it W:1'4dandrnff sitZglrgrtnaVir DItla!"bictairid
OlifitIAKTE1 55',0titou 8valet. greitth.
Restores Fading flak toils
original color.
Stens falling of hair.
Hasps the Scalp clean.
Makes hair deft tied Pliable
treosetes Crowth.
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