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The Blyth Standard, 1902-09-25, Page 3s ‘Itte. “fr 4`e&ft" etrtir 11:******* GIPSY'S MARRIA6E During her &tory her Bead has drop- ped lower end lower to hide the tears that must Dome, and 1011 tomo now, spite of all her endeavors to check them,; "Poor, loneiv little girl!" Sir Mau rice thinks; but ho does not know, whui to say. He crosses over and lays hie hand lightly on the short, dark curls, "Don't cry, Gipsy," he rays very gently. "You and 1 are go- ing to be great friends and you must not fret like this," And then he walks away, and watts till the has &ane - what recovered before he make, gently, "Wets it long ago, (tipsy ?" "Three yearn," the answers, solemn- ly : and he looks back astonished. "Why, you could hardly remember her! You must have been quite a child three years eve' "Olt, no, I remember it quite well —only too well! I was 14 when Sibyl died," "Fourteen!" he repeats. "Then you aro 17 now, Why, Gipsy, I had been taking you for a child all this thus!" Sir Maurice exclaims. "You look so young and so email." "I do not feel like a child, but ra- ther Ilke an old woman," Glpsy re- plies, with a faint smile. He langhe at her grave voice. "You will feel young enough when you go out Into the world." He baa seen her only for an hour, and he feels reluctant that any eyes but his own should look upon the wild beauty of her face, child though she be. Though lie knows it apt, she is the first woman who has stirred his pulses yet, that girl with the mournful dark eyes and Childlike wage. Bir Maurice never dreams, as he bolds her snail, slim band and says good -night, that by and by the touch of these fingers will thrill him 'through, that this girl will bring the greatest happiness and the deepest misery to has hone. And she—would she draw back could she see all that Is to come? • • • • • • Bir Maurice follows old Benjamin Dermot to the grave, and comes back again to the white house, af- ter the funeral. And the old mane will le read—a will that to as eoeena tri as Its maker was. To his niece, Gipsy Dermot, be bequeaths the emu of five thousand pounds. Lady Per - mot, Maur(ee's mother, 1e left two hundred a year on the condition of her accepting the guardianship of the mid niece Gipsy Dermot ; but till such time as she is married idle curt reside at Drumaneen Cas- tle, under the charge of Lady Der- n eot, Sir Maurice smiles as be pleturee to himself this lovely nuttden flit- ting to and fro at Drumaneen Cas- tle; and then, looking over at the girl's blank, pale face, he rises and goes overi to her. You understand, Gipsy, Hutt you Are to live with ue—with my mother —and me 7" Tee," she whispers. " Well, we had better start to- atty.' he continues. " I will tele- graph to my mother." She looks up at him with wide - opened eyea ' Oh, I cannot go! Let mo stay here." r t ' , My poor child, you could not live quaint, forlorn little obJ"Ct stand- alone; and we will be eo kind to you. Mg so timidly at his elbow, Glpey. if I promise to make you Is she a child?" she whispers, happy at Druntanepn Castle, will you and then says aloud, "Please intro - come 7" r duce me, Maurice" Be speaks very earnestly ; ha tris Lady Dermot, with a look of hope - heart he kntnvs his mother will have less astonishment, takes the no very warm welcome for the new- girl's email, cold fingers in - comer ; but if he can make her bapPy, cased In the cotton gloves, leo w•llm. and , draws ber forward, but De Gipsy yields; and they pack up as yet she can see nothing but the and go, leaving the ever -rolling brim of a huge black straw hat, for waves fur beheld, amt the dreary Gipsy, like a village schoolgirl, ie white houee wherein all her years *Alluding with hanging head, were spent. "flow do you do, my dear ?" Lady Bir Maurlce'e heart misgivee him Dermot says, kindly enough. nos as they drive the sax long masa to meet be cold rn,t tired." the railway atopen, and, man though "Will she never look up?" Miss he le, he cannot but notice the drees Blake wlriopere, too audibly, for as of his companion, and mentally he Sir Maurice turns scarlet, the wide, contrasts ler with Flora Rinke, so black hat Is raised suddenly, and :elm, so cool, uhvuys so perfectly Gipsy's startled tato confronts them. dressed, It is like a revelation, Such a poor, "Will your mother like me?:' Gipsy oddly -dressed figure, yet with a face asks, suddenly, turning her face to like that, pathetic In its utter loneli- him. nese, with great, sorrowful brown "She couldn't help liking you," he eyes that smile suddenly as Sir Man - answers, though he knows quite well rite speaks! all the time that mothers never do "Gipsy, this le Miss Biller," and Miss like much dangerously pretty girls Bluke holds out her hand, and the when they have sone that must Catton -gloved ono lies in her soft tales of the ease of procuring such marry well. palm for a second, despondent men and women bright, faithful woman. pictures—posalbly of the difficulty of site is vary quiet, and speaks but "Oh. Maurice, what a lovely face!" native and strong. Protect yourself I With unflagging fidelity she daily avoiding; rather than of any donee'. seldom all through the journey ; and Lady Dermot whispers, looking per- against imitations by seeing that the in Spite of inclement weather, goes ty 11 obtaining artistic material of Sir Maurice wonders what her teeny dumbfounded ; then something full name, "Dr, William's' Pink Pills to lay a floral offering on the casket this sort. thoughts are like, as he watches her in ber son's eyes, as she looks at him, for Pale People" Is on the wrapper tint contains the body of her be- All of which proves that there are serious eyes and grave -set Ilpi. shows her at once that the girl lie :;round every box. Sold by all meds- I loved husband. There is scarcely lees many traits in human nature which "Here we are 1" he cries at last, far too beautiful for safely, and eine dealers or mailed post paid at I regularity In her visite to the graves have been there a great while, and •heerlly, ae the train draws up at she turns cuddealy to Gipsy. Dile per box or six boxes for *2.1101 of her two girls, near the tomb of which may be startlingly apparent the station. "Come along, Gipsy! I "You must be tired; come, and 1 by writing to the Dr. Willlame' Medi -1 her husband. only when new conditions bring out cine Co., Brockville, Ont. In W'estlawn Cemetery are all her these old traits in novel forme. am sure you are dead beat." with show you to your room." Miss Blake laughe uneasily *het she 1s left alone with Sir Matur- ice. "What an odd Little mortal!" ails nays, looking up hnto his face. "Can she speak, Maurice?" "Yee," he answers, in bls most nn - approachable manner, "my cousin 1t gifted with the power of yeah." "You need not be so severe,' Miss Blake retorts, Tether erectly. "1 must go and dress," he returns, watches; her Mousey. veil and wraps mettle, and, with the shortly, and leaves the room. "Con- But, after all, she it getting on arm of her faithful attendant an l found these women:" he mutters to very well. She has not drunk out tompaniou for euppnrt, take.; this himself. "They will pick her to of her finger env, or eaten with perioel for exercise, anal wake as pieces between them. And what on lie knife, or upset anything; and feet as possible backward and for- (arth did Flora mean by dressing he tees with pleasure that the for. ward, Her carriage is but little herself up like that." Iorn little damsel le quick and oh. So rapidly does her perform his servant, and seems not too slow to toilet that he is down folly ten take a hint rnIt ntee before his mother again Lady Dermot watches her, too, to notice the change and to com- mnkes her appearance with Gipsy's murmuring gracious nothings now cent on the fact that her deep eor- rettting hand in her own. and then to the poor child, who, row has whitened It more than ten The girl's shy eyes seek his direct. utterly bewildered by the strange. years of ordinary life would probably ly with mute expression; and Sir nese of her surroundings, makee only hut. said you were quite content when hopes, yet the woman whom the 1 gave you only bacon and eggs."' world thought could not live one Mies Blake labghs. Lady Dermot week after the death of William Mo. Saye grace, and Sir Maurice bends Willey 1s to -day pronounced by her Me stately head for a second, rind physician to be In as strong phyel- then looks nervously at Mese, whose cal and mental oomiltion as has been eyes are roaming up and down the her portion, for many years. table like those of a pleased child. Every day Mrs, McKinley taker a A terrthle fear has crept over him brisk promenade about Inc veranda that she will do something dread- between the hours of six and eeven ful at the dinner table, and he in the evering. I3he then the Item erect than it was a year ago, but her hair 19 silvered so mumu that those who know her best cannot fall Maurice smiles buck pleasantly in newer to tete longing wistful look. Ludy Dermot asks hen a few ques- tiuus about the Journey, tette him of things that have occurred during ide obscene, and contrives to keep up a dreullory, one -aided conversation tel faint replies; and on Mies Blake le Canton !ramie believe elle will Implied the taek of making conver- live to gee the nation pay Homage settee, which she does gracefully to her husband by erecting a nit. and cagily, till Sir Maurice is thawed able monument here, le spite of himeelt. Dessert over, Lady Dermot rises from her chair. Mlea Blake (oee the """"""• dinner le announced. same; but Gipsy alts still and looks + MODERN CHIVALR repay meanwhile is sitting mu to, at Sir Maurice, wit h a pleading, t with a look or misery and astonish wistful expreaslon that says "Stay -)4� lie has grown quite rhrerful sud- denly, and hurriee her into the car- riage awaiting them ; and Gipsy, too frightenol to speak its quiet axe a mouse as they roll away in the dark- ness; while Sir :Nieuwe 18 thanking his stars that he is home again. CHAPTER III. Lady Dermot and Mss Blake are sitting In the firelight, awaiting the arrival of 8 r Maurice and hie cousin. They are almost tired of discussing her probable appearance, and have decided that site will be eery gawky and countrified. ,Miss Blake looks remarkably well to -night. She lits dressed hersei1 with unusual care, with a view to impressing tills strange creature that Bir Maurice Id bringing with him, and ti is with unmixter satisfaction that she contemplates herself in the mirror, as she stands on the ►tearth- rug and peeps at her own face through a goodly collection of Dres- den shepherdesses and antique chine. The candles are bghted noir, and the rose shades cast a warm glow on Flora Blake's face. She has donned a wonderful dress of ivory sllk and crimson velvet, long and clinging, with mysterious folde and arrangements, r It is unsatisfactory work, catelIng glimpses of her own beauty only round the elbows of the Dresden (ag- ues; and site moves slowly away down the long room, gliding between spindle tables and fragile chairs till she halts in front of a mirror that runs from the floor to ceiling, with a bank of terns at the foot ; and the beauty of the county cannot re - pees a smile of satisfaction at het own reflection. Adjusting a flower or two, she glides back again to tine hearthrug and the warm glow from the elm loge. "They ought to be here now," re- marks Lady Dermot, who is quite sure that Miss Blake has dressed her- self so tastefully for Miaurice, as an old black silk did duty for the two evenings that they were alone, and all this splendor of Ivory and crim- son has appeared only to -night, when Maurice ie Doming home. "Poor Maurice!" his mother mur- murs. "Fancy hie being victimized and having to escort that girl l I wish he had written, and then I could have sent a maid far her." "Perhaps," laughs Flora, softly, "she is very pretty, and he may not think himself a victim at tall" This remark Is certainly very near- ly the truth, "I think I hear wheels!" she ex- claims, presently flushing a little, and taking one more peep right over the head of a Dresden shepherd, She is looking her best, with her soft, flutfy curl lying on her fore- head, the faint flush of her cheeks enhancing her emits. She turns, with a smile as the door opens, and Sir Maurice Dermot, followers by a slight figure, enters the room. "Well, mother„ dear, here I am; and here 10 Gipsy:" be says, tier- vously enough, touching his moth- er's cheeks with his Itpe; and, then, turning to Mies Blake, "How do you do, Flora?" She puts her cool hand into hie, raises her eyes to his for a second, and thein looks beyond him at the went on her fade, and Miss Blake Is I stay with you?" as plainly as ryes critically examining her from head can speak. to foot, coming at last to the uta- ' "Go with my mother; I will come �y pleasant coucluslon that the girltiv." he whlepere hurriedly, f, -- only wants to be dressed to be a beauty. e "Such eyes --such ooloring—and eye- lashes twice as long as mine, and all curled at. the ende 1" soliloquize@ MIss Blake, casting a glance at her own Melee, whbh up to the present mo- ment Otte bas oonsi lered both long anti thick, Then Gipsy raises her black -fringed Iids slowly, and looks round the room with the grave curiosity of a child, and Flora Blake has ample time to notice the turn of the small, curl - crowned head,ito note the sensitive,red lips and the whole nameless charm dint samehow makes the wild, changeful face so beautiful. la silence she takes Sir Maurice's stiffly-otteeed arm, and for once in Iter Itfe thinks him narrow-minded to show his temper so plainly, for not one word dome he speak 1n the short walk through the hall to the dining -room door, Lady Dermot ful- lowing with Gipsy, whose strong boots sound on the oak floor; and Sir Maurice winces as he hears the sound, and the frown deepens on hie brow as the girl, dazzled by the sueiden transition from the dim, shadowy hall to the blaze of light on the dinner table, exclaims in a clear voice: "Oh, how pretty. And is it like this every night 7" And then, still Bat- tled and bewildered, she gone ere she is very pretty, and very quiet; looking at Sir Maurice, "and you and I am sure you can make her all that Is nice and proper in a week or eo.,, ' He has raised his head, and speaks quite enthusiastically for him; and Lady Dermot lecke at him with grave eyes. Are a Cry of the Nerves for "Hew"' fall la mulost with her,"aha thinks, "and Imuet prevent It." So she agrees with him that Gipsy Is very pretty, adding, however, that 'she Is too foreign -looking, and that her eyes are too large, that alio lecke I dignity and repose, and wants traln- Dr, Williams' PIek flits Make Rich, ing; and she works gradually up to Red Blood seed Dile e'1 hese Polus , her point, and says finally, I agree with you, thoroughly, Fran, the esetem—head the !'rout Maurice, its to Iter looks; and I A high medleal authority lute da- think that, after she has been two years at a good school, she wilt be fined neuralgia as "a cry- of the quite a credit to the family." nerves for better blood," and to ef- "Two or three years at school ! fectunlly drat) 1t from the system the - Ton can't scud her to school, mother," bleed meet bo made rleh, red and , "Whyti not?„ pure. For this purpose there 1s no "At least," adds Sir Maines, dryly, other medicine so prompt and sure in "Uurle !:era's legacy to you depends reetlt us Sr. Williams' Pink Pills, on your keeping her at Drumaneen Castle till she is married." These pills nuke new, rich, run blood : "How tiresome! She will be an with every novo, and impart new life - awful nuisance. Really, Maurice, I do and sew vigor to the person using ; not think I can undertake the them. Mr. John Mcllerruott, Bond 1 charge of her. It is a grave re - Head, Ont., oiterestrongproof of the apousmbllity• attd she is so extraor- Y 1 IN JOURNALISM he sees Miss I9nke'e cold stare of ne- Following is an editorial In the Sept- • tonlshmentntthisbreach of etiquette umber Century, wiilch puts Into and hears lis mother's voice saying Fords whit perhaps many have "Come, my dear: we are going to thought: the drawing -room." Under the title of "A Rich Man In all the years to come Gipsy will Killed," attention Was called, edit - remember the awful half-hour that ',TIMIS, in the Century for August, to follows—the 'questioning, the re- the deference paid to wealth by many, marks, her own shy replies, the Ingenious authors of headlines in the mortification and shame that fill her dully press. Since then an Item of mind, the unkind things so kindly and Pollee newd has appeared under the sweetly said, and the whole tide of title, "Rich Man Charged With Beat - unhappiness that makes her cheeks Mg hie Wife." The curious observers burn and her heart ache. of newspaper pecuttaritiee must ba Lady Dermot stake Sir Maurice in uteri of a tittle* deference, oh the his "den" later on in the evening. part of Journalistic experts, In the "What nn extraordinary glrl that premium) of alleged womanly charms. Is, Maurice!" she begins. Tills deference manifests itself in sev- "What girl—Flora?" he asks, care- erns ways. One 1s the tendency, to lastly. find, or to seem to Bpi, these charms "No)sense, Maurice! You know in all women, especially all young what I think of Flora well enough• women, who come under the profds- I mean Gipsy. Such an absurd name, sfonttl purview of the journalist. All too I" "dcbutnutee," social, dramatic, or "I can't help her name," he re- musical, aro described as attractive turns, sculling up at lsls smoke-etoude. to the eye—this is to be expected, "What is extraordinary about iter, It Is also to be expected that a young mother ?" woman making her debut as a divor- "Why, everything—her dress, her ace, in our feat society, should be manners, her appearance! I never saw put forth journalistically as ex - such a girl 1 Site is like a savage!" eeptionuily g!ittd with good looks. "A very beautiful savage 1" breaks It would not be surprising, If no In Maurice. "Why, mother, of course, matter how plata a young woman, the girl Is shy and awkward; but fond of athletic \entire, should per- form a notable pieco of horseman- ship, it was chronicled under the head of "Pretty Polly Pusfiklns Busts a Bucking Bronco." But the tone of gallantry Is so pervasive that no young person of the gentle sex can come under the notice of the pollee, for any cause, without being quite sure to find her- self described in come newspaper tilt next day as the possessor of physl- oal charms perhaps hitherto undis- covered. The young female accused of crime will not only see herself doctored beautiful, but the ascrip- tion of beauty may have documen- tary proof to the shape of at fetch- ing portrait, showing Iter arrayed In the latest and most attractive fashion of dress and headgear. Not long ago the readers of two of our "up-to-date" dailies were nerved with lortralt-drawings of this na- ture. One would hardly believe, by the way, except on the authority of the newspapers themselves, that the portraits were actually of the same person; but it was interesting to note that the amount of yellowness of these particular newspapers was clearly indicated by the degree of beauty attributal to the fair eut- pm'lt. The immediate offence of the beauty against the public peace,COD- stated In her having "pushed !0" or certain results obtaluen from, the toe; drnsry; and I am euro she has n scraped off^ the face of her rival, of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills 1u oases; temper. tion could set It by the way t tvtwee own facial chance, for some of plus khat. He nays: "A few = In which she flushed up when Flora reason, were left to the Imagine- of ago while working as a tar-: was talking to her tion of the reader.Any female shop - years In Buffalo I got wet. I did ••No toiler, wheat we remember the lifter, under the age of fifty, is like - not orhtuttway Flora badgered rho poor little like- ly to be desoelbed in language which my eluthatheenk!t utWtheth tiwme,ile bruult I aeongtug thing 1" Sir Mnurlre laughs. used to be reserved for the society began to seller for my neglect. 1 "Well, good -night, my drat boy. I columns. No ty)evrltor who has awoke next morningwith cranmeand ,will think it all ober." Aun shetukea wino into contact with any sort of palmy throughout my body. I was hereat off, renvhtced in her own mind litigation, his been known to be unable to go to work and called in that nil men are fools. other than "pretty.' And so it goes: doctor, who left me some medicine. I "t Pretty Paten -on (lira Caught used It faithfully for event time, bit (To be Continued.) Picking Pockets." "A Young ('harmer it dip' not help me. In fact 1 wit' of Irrawaddy Turns Out to be a growing steadily worse and had be-♦♦�♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ •••••• skilful Forger," "A Belle of i)ub01s cane so reduced In flesh that I Elopes With a Colotnil Coachman," weigher. only 118 pounds. As 1 n-ans AIDS/ With this wholesale and un - sot able to work 1 returned to my blushing attribution of beauty to hone act Iain.! Head. Hm Here I placed all sorts aria conditions of woen, uty bell under rho are of a local doe SILENTSORROWS there is a growing habit of even the 'or who geld the' trouble was neural- • N $ )tore respectable press to print plc - Oa, which had taken a thorough tures of young women, of various el - hold upon my entire system. Muter- ties, ou the evident and In this cane lure seemed to follow me for the doe- we'll -sustained grounds of their per- tor'b treatment did not help me, and sone' attractions, Freq ientiy, in I think my neighbors at least 01d not each asset, the Journalist Is not con- belime I wan going to get better. I tent with letting the picture speak W Mel ellen read and heard of llr. II. t 1 for itself, but the fact that the wo- tiauus' Pink Fila and in this Omer- man Is truly beautiful Is stated in gent•y 1 determined to try them. I ), eo many words, In connection with her name; at, for instance, "Miss Me- linda Blank, of Btanktotrn, one of Mr. Blanket four pretty daughters," "The two beautiful Mise Abercrom- bs, it'of Stringville," "Mies Melissa Maggie the handsome sister of the Hon. Blatherstone Miogee, of Kron - in. County)" Along with this deference to beauty often occurs the look from eu below upwd at society, as in some mucin title as this under a portrait photograph: "Thr ben ntiful Miss Shtllahy, a prominent member of the exclusive set of StoeI esvilie." The Jrnirnnllct criticised for profes- sional enthusiasms of tlila kind will dodatless be able to tell strange NEURALGIC PAINS Better Blood. ♦ ♦♦♦•N•♦ MRS. McKINLEY'S • • • •♦♦•♦•♦•♦••••••••♦♦♦♦♦♦• If Mfrs. Lilt McKinley, widow of the murdered President, were to b) known to history by any other ap- pellation than her real name, it should be as the "siI ern woman n a black." say a Panton, 0., despatch. To evert sightseer who stops In the had not used more than three bores little City of Canton, 0., the Keith: - before 1 felt that the pills were help- I ley home continues to be tete one leg me. From that on I gained day , Place that must he visited. by dny, and after I had used some I 11 the visitor were to arrive about ten or twelve boxes, I had fully re -'i half -past ten In the morning he covered my ell time strength, and ' would seethe family carriage wait - have since been able to work at my 1 tug for Mrs. 31oK1nlley and her at - trade as n carpenter without tiny tendant. Invariably Mrs. McKinley le trouble. I have no paha or aches, 1 garbed in sombre black, with closely and I now weigh 156 pounds, 1 drawn veil turd with cloak. Even In think Dr. Willi: me' Pink Pelle an in -1 warm weather she retains the cloak valuable medicine and shall always and heavy, veil. Lave a goon word to say for then." To those who know the personality .e ileo the nerves are )nett tug, wh,'e of the silent n•oman In black the the blood Is poor and watery, or when I spectacle presented Is that of pro - the system Is out of order, Dr. Wil- 1 foamiest sadness ou the part of Mrs. flame' )'ink Pills Is the mrtllhlne to McKinley, so deep In fact that the tnke. They cure all troubles nrisinlr beholder is awe stricken as he niece - front these causes, and make weak. I !rates ou the irreparable loss of the