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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton New Era, 1892-03-18, Page 3mug iEART /film sooty/ tiee Of speech atul merinor, 'When ne 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 • Wfaxo 181 1802, What is .,,e‘sel•t • `e.‘ eee,, • ,` \ \ N.•' • • • • • 4.• t - e•teeeseeesseeesetees. e • • eeteaWC..eleeeeeee Castorla. is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's preseriptiOn for Infants and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor ether Narcotic substance. It 13 a harmless substitute for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor 011. It is Pleasant. It guarantee Is thirty years' use by Millions of Motherg. Castoria destroys Worms and alla3rs feverishness. Castoria prevents vomiting Sour Curd, cures Diarrhoea and Wind Coil:. Castoria relieves teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency. Castoria assimilates the food, rcestilaten the stomach and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Case toria is the Children's Panacca---tho Mother's Friend. Castoria. "Castor% Is an excellent medicine for chil- dren. Mothers have repeatedly told rno of its good effect upon their children." DR. G. C. 09000D, Lowell, Mass. "Castorla is the best remedy for children of which I am amminted. I hope the tl.iy Is not far distant when mothers will consider the real iuterest of their children, and use Castoria stewl of the variousrmack nostrums which aro destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, inorpk.ine, 03oothing syrup and other hurtful agents down their tlyoats, thereby sending them to premature graves." Da. J. P. KINCHELOE, Conway, Ar The Centaur Company, TT Castoria. " Castoria is so well adopted to de/terse thai I recommend it as superior toauy pr.:acription n knowto me." It A. Ancona, M. D,, 11 1o. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. " Onr physicians in the children's depart- ment have spoken highly of their eapere ence In their outside practice with Castoria, and although we only have among our medical supplies what is known as regular products, yet we aro free to confess that the merits of Castoria has won us to look with favor upon it" UNITED nOSPITAL AND DISPENGAEV, Boston, Masa ALLazi C. SMITH, Prea., Murray Street, New York City. 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. "Is there no hope, doctor?" Philip Clearing Saleil Auction — — At one p. m. or. March 12th our doors will be thrown open for the purposo of selling our fine stock of TAILOR'S TWEEDS and TRIMMINGS Nothing will be reserved. This sale will continue for two weeks; aftsr- noons will be reserved for:private sale. Parties purchasing goods will pay cash, and anyone wanting their goods cut or made up can have the same done at our shop at it very low price. D. Dickinson, auctioneer. Walton : ; Morrison, Remepte; the SMITH'S BLOCK. CLINTON Opposite Cooper's 1 Book F tore 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. 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