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The Blyth Standard, 1902-10-09, Page 3&z,is ,44 eta ardat- cat, *********4110.10* GIPSY'S MARRIAGE +4144444044404444 "I am t so sorry that my mother is out," he begins having shaken hands nil round; "she Lits gone over to Rivers." "Then we must pay our visit only to you, Sir Maurice," says Baby Grimebaw, playfully. "But It is a Mame to bring you in"—at the same time motioning to the coach- man to proceed. "Oh, not at all i" rejoins Sir Maur- ice, wondering what on earth he Is to do with these women for the next hour, and fearing that they will worry poor Gipsy. "Allow me to Introduce you to my cousin, Mles Dermott," he adds, in hie stiffest manlier, looking from the carriage - load beseechingly up at Gipsy. "Say something to them,' he whispers, and 'then stops Black Bess for it second, But Gipsy does not help him In the least out of his difficulty. She would be blind, indeed, did she not see that Mrs. tirimehaw and all the Misses Grimeltaw are staring with all their eyes, and that not an Inch of her Ill -clad little figure Iran escaped their keen observation. So Sir Maurice dome all the talking; and he has enough to do to answer the fire of queettions. When did he conte home? Dld Lis cou- sin come with hint? Where do the hounds meet to -morrow, and will it be a good day for the car- riages? Thle last query Is from the Baby, who knows quite well that the bounds meet at Hadey'r. Brake; but she Dices to effect pretty little airs of luuocence and a desire for knowledge. "And, oh, err Maurice,"' Baby Grim- ehaw goes on, "do you think it would be safe for me to ride to the meet and follow along the roads? Do say 'Yes, for mamma won't let me," 'Don't encourage Baby to being ..o wilful;' cries Mrs, Grlmshaw, as If talking of a little child. "My pet, unless Sir Maurice promlee.e to take care of you, I cannot allow you to 0 gSir Manrice's face is worth see- ing as he replies that he thinks elle will be much safer in the carriage; he never approves of ladles following the hounds. "But, Sir Maurice, only to ride on the roads?" "No, not even on the roads,"' he anewere, rather severely, "Ladies can have as much hunting as they want In their own carriages.'" And all the Grhnehaws look at each other with eyes that say, "I knew he never approved of the way Mica Blake rode after the hounds, or rather after the men, for that is what she doer.;" and, the Blake 'object bele in their minds, it rises 'naturally to their lips. "And 1' it true, Sir Maurice, that Gladys Blake and Captain Lefroy are to be married immediately?" Sir Maurice says he does not know; and they proceed to tellldm that they heard that Mrs. Blake said the engagement meet be either on or oft, and that Captain Lefroy wanted to get out of It, but Gladys beld him to his word. And Sir Maurice, knowing Gladys web, tells theta rather vehemently that he does not believe a word of It. Then the heli door is reached, and the ladies Orlur.haw enter the dim, cool, shadowy hall. Sir Maurice lifts Gipsy down, from off Black Bose, whispering anxlouely: "Be careful of those women; they will watch everything you say or do." "What a dear old house:" ery the Grime/haws In a chorus, "Like a house in a story book," crier. Baby. "And there le a haunted chamber. And, oh, Sir Maurice! Is it true that there le a magic well, and that you all Bear noteee at night ?" "Quito true,' he rejoins. "On a dark evening the whole house le over- run with ghosts, They come down from Har turret and up from the well; but they are quite hartnlees, I as - lure you—not half so dangerous as living people. Come into the drawing room,' he adds. "I am eo sorry my mother is not hire to entertain you." Bo he be as sorry as he can be; and he watches unfortunate Glptly proceeding In the centre, the Mimes rlmehaw walking beside her like dragoon.. Poor GSpay, who hes never enter- tained a visitor In her lite, looks pitifully from ono to another, and wondere what she ought to say. Certainly the Grlmshaw family keep the ball of conversation rolling easily enough, and kick It from one to an. other with eurprieing celerity. And, 11 their stories are a trifle unchari- table, and if they are it little bit down 011 other girle, it is hardly to be wondered at, for all their lives they have tolled, and no man line fallen a prey to their charms. They see young girls fresh from the schoolroom whirl Into the matrimonial lottery, and whirl out again with a husband In tow, How- ever, Sir Maurice Is In the market yet, and he is past the age when men fall In love rashly. A good, comfortable wife le what he wants, not a pretty -faced doll. Mise Grim - show surveys Gipsy from heed to foot; and then they alt talk to Sir Maurice at once. They are playful and brave and innocent, and just a little "fast" by turns; for if one mood docs nut captivate him, an- other may. And all the time Sir Maurice is mentally asking hlmeela "Will they ever go 9" A happy Inspiration seizes him. Tea 1 And tea Is ordered ; and they are all talking "twenty to the dozen," when the door Is thrown open, and Mrs. Bryan 1e announced, This le worse and worse," Sir Maurice groans, In his own mind, as he advances to greet the newcomer, a sprightly, venomous -looking old lady, who advances airily, one hand on a gold -headed cane, the other leading a email poodle -dog. "How do you do, Bir Maurice ? Take care—the dog will bite you I Yes, I heard that Lady Dermot wag out, and that sou wero entertaining WASTING AWAY The Sad Condition of Many Young Girls. Motheratlhould be very Careful When 'Their Daughters Complain of Headache, Fickle Appetite Dizziness ur Heart Palpitation. Many mothers neglect the health of their growing daughters. Not wilfully, of course, bat because they think the opcaslonal headaches from which they suffer, fickleness of appetite, and pale cheek*, are the natural result of the merging of girlhood Into womanhood. This is a imams mistake. There is no per- iod in a girl's life wjten she neede more attention, and unless the lit- tle troubles are euccesefully treat- ed, more eertoue ones—perhaps de- cline and coneuroptlon—are sure to follow. What every young girt peeds at this period is a tonic medicine that will give her a ricin, red blood, strong nerves, and bring her safely through a critical per - kid in her life. For this purpose there Ie no other medicine in the world can equal Dr. William' Ptak Pills, Thousands of girls through- out Canada owe their present health and happiness to this medi- cine, and thousands of others who aro suffering would soon bo strong If they' would give Dr. William. Pink Pills a fair trial. among tee many young ladies who have prov- ed the great worth of this medi- cine to dues Jennie Boomer, of Boyle, Ont. Miss Beamer says: "acme years ago I became very ill, and my friends feared 1 was going into a decltne.i I was pale; Buttered from terrible headaches; my appetite watt poor, and I grew very thin. 1 became- so weak that I could hardly walk. 1 remained in tide condition for several months, during withal time I tried Several medicines, but none helped me in the levet. Then my mother got the some of Dr. Wil- liams Pink Pills, and nlutcet from the outset they helped me. A. 1 continued the use. of the pills, the severe headaches left me; my appetite rettuned and I gained In weight. In fact, I was soon enjoying perfect health, and have Pince continued to do so. I attribute this entirely to the use of Dr. Williams' Pink fills, anti will be glad 1f some outer weak and ailing girl will profit by my ex- perience." Pale and sallow clierke, dlzzineee, headaches, palpitation of the heart, and the feeling of weariness that af- flicts so many young girls will soon disappear if Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are used. These pllls also cure rheu- matism, dyspepsia, kidney nllmente, St, Titus' dance, and the other trou- bles that come from poor blood and weak nerves. Sold by all dealers In medlolno or sent poet paid, at 110 oente a bow or ale beeps for $2.r by addreestng the Dr. Willlame' Medi- . cane Co., Brockville, Ont, ladfita. Ah—Mrs. Grlmshaw and the Mtasoe Orimehaw l How do you do? Bir Maurine, I had no Idea you gave tea-parties in your mother's ab- sence. Ctmrming—charming 1" Sir Muerloe, warm and uncom- fortable, entangles his leg In the', dog's chain as he struggles to es- cort Mrs. Reyna to a chair. "Who is that," she whispers, lay- ing her hand on his arm—"that lovely ' little object—ail eyes? Really yo.;r receptions are very charming l Pray introduce me to your new acquaint once 1 Upon my word, Sir Maurine, eche le a very lovely girl l" • "It is my cousin—my mother's ward," whlepers back air Maurice, 1n an agony. This Is a nice difficulty for Sir ' Maurice. First, there are all these awful Grimehaws, and now there ie I this old lady, with her needle -eyes and lance -like tongue. She Is the most wicked, epltefd old lady', In the neighbourhood; no one es- capes her ; she writes vorsee, draws carictttures, and In every way enjoys life nt the expense of her. neighbors. • Their wettknessee aro her delight.' -Inti y et there IN no house more pope - ler than Bryan Court, no lady in the country more run after than old Mre. Bryan. It may be that people ire ix, afraid of her tongue that they dn.re, not quarrel with her; or per- halee the skill of the man -cook 11 re- slsmslble for the high favor Mrs. Bryan, Is In with the neighborhood. Sir Maurice wishes her at Jericho to -day, as, In obedience to her cora- mends, he brings Gipsy forward and introduces her. The old indy'a face Is full of mirth as she takes the girl's small fingers in her own claw-like hands and fixes her bright eyes upon her. "Alt"—nodding her head—"I un- derstand your receptions now, Sir Maurice I" But Sir Maurice beats a retreat in- to the thick of the Orimehaw disk - ion, and leaves Gipsy In the hands of the old lady, "And so you are to live here, my deur ?" she begins. "Yea," Oipey answers, with grav- ity, and .stye no more. "Ham I Very discreet I How old are you, my dear Y" "I am seventeen." "And I am seventy. When you are as old as I am, you won't be- lieve to any one but your dentist and your hairdresser—they never tell Iles about one to anybody else. And when did you come?" . 'Only yesterday 1' "Only yesterday I" repeats Mrs. Bryon, Then you don't know any of our celebrities yet. There le Captain Lefroy, who bas committed every crime under heaven short of murder, and 1s to have thq prettiest girl in thecounty for his wife. There are our frlonds yonder, like bees, round Sir Maurice, all celebrltle In their way, chiefly remarkable for tie- ing like myself, well preserved. There Is Mies Blake, who 1e going to marry --But perhaps I ought not to say that to yea," "I know Mies Blake," Interrupts Olpsy; "sho was here last night." Ah"—with a malicious little ehue- kle—"she lute aeon you, then: Miss Flora will have indigestion for a week"; anti the old lady Inttgtte. "And what do you 'think of Mise Blake 7" she asks. ' She le beautiful," Gipsy replies, frankly, allowing all the good points of the beauty ; and Mrs. Bryan laughs again "Only a doll, my dear, and knows how to drese herself ; any dolt can do that. Give me a (:Ice wttlt a soul 1' And for a second she gazes into the htooceut, childlike face look- ing at her with such gravely aster faired eyes. Then she asks, " How are you relatcel to the Demote Y' " My father rtn3 8 r Maurice's (nth r were brothers," Gipsy answers, quietly. " And you mother, my dear Y' "She was Spanish. I never knew my mother ; she died when I was born." " Ah, that 18 where you get your lovely skin and those eyelashes! I thought you didn't look like a Der- mot"; and she glance -et quickly front the girl's dark, witching Inc., to Sir Maurice, standing. dignified itttd king- like, among the GrimeLawe. "fly dear," She pee on, with her horrid laugh, "the women will hate you, and the sten—won't "—looking full into Gipsy's Martial eyes. "Why 7' elle asks, with red, parted lips, and the color 'lulling up In her face. "Why ? Why ?" repeats the old lady. "In a month you won't need to ask that question, my child. My dear, what a piece of innocence you are. It is quite refreshing to look at you." "Gipsy, will you pour out the ten?" Sir Maurice breaks in upon the eon• vereation and carries Gtpey off to the ten -table. Mre. Bryan looks atter the straight little figure that, notwlthsbttitlng the poor drops, is lithe and graceful, and she node her head with complete enjoyment. She sees Gipsy with (lueb- -ed cheeks take her place behind the spider tea -table. The girl gravely tills the tiny eggshell teacups, giving a f(plentiful allowance of eugar to each, n utter ignorance of the sugarless fashion of the period. ' Drumanecn Castle looks as old as it possibly can, and boasts conte of the oldest china, cracked and ugly; and the braes fenders that ap- peared suddenly from unknown legions slt000 out antique mei re- splendent. All these beauties fill the gentle bretste of the Grimsha;vs with longing and delight, "Do you like old cracked blue cups, Mise Dermot?"- asked Mrs, Bryan. " I don't think so," sho answers, hoeitatingly, looked at Sir Maurine for silent advice. " I don't think my cousin knows much of the present mania for old china," he says. Then, turning to Gipsy, Ito adds, "It hasn't retched your part of the world, Gipsy." " No"—with a gwlek, grateful look. " Mre. Bryan, may I give your little dog fora. cream 7 He seems thirsty," Gipsy says, with the etropg love of anlmalc awakening In her inlud iwthy for even this uninteresting; little brute. Poppet !apt up the cream daintily, anti Gipsy, to candle!' fashion, is on her knees, coaxing him with brawl and baiter, when the door opera,, and Lady Dermot malls In, and 01 n glance takes 111 the whole situation, from Mrs. Bryan, eating sit, teful and delighted, to Gipsy, terrblv conspleaoue on the hearthrug, feeding the dog. One look only she turns on her son, and he alone feels and knows what 1x passing In her mind. To the oth- ers elle is graciousness itself — to (tipsy very gentle; and the geests presently take their departure. The carriages roll away ; and then, very eweetly still, Lady Dermot turns to Gipsy. ''It wee unfortunate for your own sake that you should have been ' seen by strangers before we lwtd some proper clothes for you. I thought' you were too shy, Oipey, to care to appear before visitor/1." !t was all my fault, mother," in- terpoees Bir Maurice, poticing the grieved look of Gipsy's face. " I was giving Glpey a riding -lesson, and we were 'Aught to the avenue." "I see," .aye Lady Dermot. coldly. "I thought you lied businoxs mat- ters to attend to, Maurice, this of ternoon." But Sir Maurice Ir. not a saint, and with more haste than tact he walks out of the room. CHAPTER VI. On the following morning Sir Mau- Wee Dermot comes down in his sec Dont. Glpey opens her eyes wide and attires at her coueln in the doorway, I and she thinks him the persottlfloa- tion of manlwess. Red coat, boots, and Luckoktne, all perfect of their kind, nil so fresh and clean, and so , Mem:nog! He laughs as he notices Gipsy's pleased face, but is conscious that her admiration gratifies him. "So you like this, Gipsy ?" he asks, touching the scarlet eleeves, and etnueling tamale her on the hearth - rug, with the biasing fire throwing out its geilel warmth this (told moru- LtWtl-eA, I like. It," she roturne, smiting brightly. "Do you know, Maurice"— with a shy pause at hie name—"i never saw anyone dressed to go hunting before I" "You will see plenty of such per- sons here. ieVe must not lose any time in getting you the riding-hablt and the horse; you will like that, won't you, Gipsy ?" he asks, looking down, and waiting for the uprising of those lashes that hide her eyes NO well, "Oh, yes!" she answers joyfully, with eyes and cheeks aglow ; and then suddenly, with a changed voice, she addle "When 1 got some new dresses, I shall look more like other people, shall I not 7" "No, you won't," he laughs. "You will never look a bit like any one else." "I was afraid I shouldn't 1'I she Ogles; and the tall figure comes ❑ step nearer, "And you must not .try to loold like other people, either. Do you hear, Gipsy?"—with a soft ring In his voice which would break Mtee Blake's heart could she hear It, " Would you like to go to the meet?" Bir Mau- rice asks. 'The meet! What le that ?" I "You must let me he your school- master," he says, laughingly. "Oh Gipsy, what a little Ignoramus you are!" And, forthwith, noth- ing loath to undertake the pleasant task, he gives an explana- , tion anal wins up by asking if she would like to go to -day, "My mother 1 will take you, 1 know," ho says; "she often goes herself when the bounds meet pretty near, and you will like to err nil the people.' But Sir Maurito has reckoned wlth- out his hostess. Lady Dermot nega- tivee the 1;11111 at once, Site has en- tered the room to find iter eon, In- stead of hong, as usual, immersed In the morning newspapers, standing apparently In deep converatttion with Gipsy, who, lecuuug back In a big • ntmchaw, with the dark leather for n most effective background to set off the strange, sweet beauty of her Nee, hooks, atni etniles, and listen.. Lady errand, scanning the two for rt moment s9 sho stands In the open doorway, and noting the un- opened new'apnpers and the perfect contentment on Sir Maurice's face, COMM torwanrd with a rattle of key's In her basket, gives Gipsy a cold klse nn tIte forehead, holds up her own cheeke line bar son's enlute, and, ring- ing the bell hastily for breakfast, throws cols water on the scheme for taking etilay to the meet, ".mother ulay I shall be most hap- py" she says. decidedly; and Sir Maurice, glancing at Olpey's disap- pointed face, moves away, and tears open the newspaper. "Gipsy and I aro going 00 a shop- ping expedition," Lady Dermot re- marke cheerfully ; "and, when we hove leaden few necessary purchases and the dresses are made, I hope she will look very different from what she is at present." (To be Continued,) +++++++4++++14++++44+4++++ t GLASGOW, THE RADICAL 41'44++44+4+4+++44++ 144+44444 "All closely fitting collard are hy- gienic abominations," said the doctor to iris fair patient, "ami the worst among lite entire tot are the high stocks mei linen collars with which women have been Incasing their Umtata duriyg the past few years. You have conte to see me about a dark line which has made Its appear- ance around your neck. It comes from wearing thele tight collars, but I assure you that Is not the wore effect of the fnshdon,'though I find that many- women are looking for a remedy for tt. Them abominatione have disastrous effect on the brain. The neck le always 1n motion and oeutiaualiy aliengtng its shape. Hence tt eboufd either be quite un- covered or have a soft, flexible cov- ering which would adapt Itself to requirement*, Your stiff collnra constrict the velne and prevent the used uy blood from returtuiug freely* from tlm brain. They abate the akin and irritate the glands which are ea nutneroue in the neck. These glands have a very important tune- titan unation to perform In removing wneite products from the brain. Coetsequent- ly when they are inflamed the brain suffers. Anyone who wishes to have a clear head should discard stiff col- lars." "Birt doctor," said the patient, triumpiutntly, "your own wife wears them." "Yon are Illogical, my dear madam, but, then, that Le a privilege of your fez," FROM DEATH'S BOOR. An Ottawa Man's Wonderfully Narrow Escape. He was In Convulsions and the Doc- tors Told 111s •Ielfe he Could not Lave till Mowing, but he Itecov- ered. Ottawa, Ont., Sept. :h..—(Spr0lab, • —At 30e Gilmore street, title city, there resides a man motto has been i nearer the hour and article of death thou anyone who has been pttvileged to live to tell the story. Ho is Mr. Geo. H. Kent, a printer to the jmpioy of the Bank Note Co., of Wellington street. Some seven or eight years ago Mr. Kent was pe:ze'i with Bright's Dis- ease which gradually grew worse till he had to quit work and wire confined to his bed where he re- mained for some menthe. Physicians were in constant at- tendance upon him, but instead of improving he gradually grew worse and worse. At Met Ijp got so low that hie body became terribly bloated and hie skin like tanned loather. lie had eonvulsktns, winch Inertmeed 1n fre- quency and the 'Intervale between these epitome towel so weak that he was barely cousoLous. Ono ntl;ht after a particularly bad spell the physicians told his wife that ho cou:o not live till morn- ing. , A rneseenger was despatched for a box of Doan? Kidney Pille, which wero immediately brought to the dyeing man. Mr. Kent dal not die. On the con- trary in about two months he was at work agntn in the ehop and hoe not saute been off work for a single day. Mr. and Mre. Kent aro naturally very grateluf, and as a mark of i their gratitude have called a eweet little girl born to them some two i years after Mr. Kent's remarkable - recovery by the name of " Edna Dodds" Kent. , Mr. Kent has made a 'worn state- ' ment reciting the details of bis I ease and his cure. Nature His Hired Man, I 1t was in the far south. "How's times?" asked the tour- , Let, " Pretty tolerable, stranger,'' re- sponded the old man, who was sit- ting on a stump. "I had some trees to cut down, but the cyclone level - 1 FA them and envoi me the trouble.'' That war. good." " Yee, and then the lightning set fire to the brush pile and saved me ' the trouble of burning it." "Remarkable! But what are you doing stow 7" "Watttp,g for an earthquake to come along and shake the potatoes out of the ground." Sought mid Found. Three conceited young men wits, as they thought themselves, 'missing along the round near Oxford, met a grave old gentleman, with whom they had, a mind to be rudely merry. "(toot morrow, Fatdter Alutrhatn," add one. "Good morrow, Father Ienne," sold the next. "Good morrow, Father Jacob," crier, the last. "I nm neither Ahrnhnm, Ieano nor Jacob," replied the old gentleman, "but Sent, the son cr Kieh, who went our( to o.k hie father's asses, and, 10; Puce 1 have found them." BABY'S FiRST TOOTH. A Fetidly Event That hoes Not Al. ways Bring Uaml n 1 ,toy, Beiby's first tooth dot's hot tome anannounowl. Inflamed gums nod im- paired digestion pro lute n feverish ami fretful condition about which the mother often feels concern. The baby I boy of Mrs. George 111.eiregor, of IHamilton, Ont., was truubl el with diarrhoea while teething and was erose nal reetlesa. He did not sleep well and matters became xerio,m. The mother writes as follows: 'My sister hctd us el Baby's Own Tablets for Iter baby ami advised mo to try them. I got a box ant lifter giving tho Tahletr: tothebaby a few time. he began to improve nal was soon well, Ho Is now a big, healthy baby awl whenever h'egete fretflor doe. tole feet well I givahint a Tablet and it 111 sono all right again." ftuhy's Own Tablets r' pia:'.o 'With great advantage castor oil undother hus;ou., griping tamp. They sweet - e 11 the etomaeh, quiet h ysweet- euthestomaeh',quiet the nem es anti promote healthfstl sleep. They are guaranteed toeontnht no opiate and to bet nbeolutcly harmless. If your dtvggiet doen not keep them you can obtain a full -slue box by mail, poet peel, by sending eacents to the Dr. Williams' M.tlieine Co., Brookville, Ont., or Schenectady, N. Y.