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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Blyth Standard, 1902-11-13, Page 3idtv LJ iLI'W ONJ �i �rtaT+fPiy, V� GIPSY'S 11ARRIA0E 444444444•4444* "Terrible young person !"' mur- murs Lady Dermot to Mrs. Blake, as Miss O'Hagan, with a crashing, flour- ishing accompaniment, commences 0 second comic Bong—more comic than the first—with a rollicking chortle which Ie heartily Joined In by the male portion of the assemblage. Lady Dermot's sup of discomfort' is not yet full. She seed Mrs. Bruno bending over Gipsy, evidently asking her to slag. MSllo sees Gipsy's fright- ened look, and tine unspoken Appeal from her dark eyes as ehe looks up Into Sir Maurtce's face. He oldies, and himeelf leads her across the room to the piano. Lady Dermot trembles for what may follow. She need not tear; Gipsy, In her white draperies, looking sadly nervous and very beautiful in her confumlon, takes off her gloves, and, after a moment's hesitation, commences, lu her eweet, tremulous toned, a quaint old ballad, go melodious and pleeeing that every one is delighted; and even Lady Dermot is eallefled when Gipsy, Mussing to attempt any- thing more, Domes over and takes refuge at her dile. "You sung that ballad very nicely, dear," Lady Dermot condescends to flay, but wished with all her heart that her ttleee had not been bleared with a voice which makes her so much more attractive. The meek] over,'carde appear; and Mrs. Bryant's guests iltvatlably ply well try their dttutere, for the old lady plays, and plays high, too, and every ole must', do the same, and to- night Is no exception. When thecar- rlages roll away, the owners leave behind them a little pile of gold and silver, and Mrs. Bryan, gathering It up In her claw-like hands, smiles to herself maliciously. On the floor, lies a knot of crushed and withered violets'. Mrs. Bryan picks them up, and looks at the drooping blossoms. "As sweet as the child herself," she thinks, and then lays them down again. CHAPTER XII. 'The thaw has come, the world le green again, and the freshness of spring prevails. Everybody it ht rap- tures about the coming feelltitles— first the ball, and on the tiext day I the Hunt races. The sleepy vil- lage of Drumaneter Is quite agog with anticipation. The one hotel is crammed to overflowing, . and the country houses round about are full of gueete. Lady Dermot has filled Drumaneen Castle with vieltors of all aorta, and Sir Maurine hay no time for love- maklug, this week at any rale. The conversation rune 011 fancy drosses and the horses tthat aro to run, and every one In the country thinks hie own horse is sure to win. Sir Maurice has three In training, but Captain Lefroy, they eaay, means to win everything, and so the talk pro- ceeds. Dresses come home from the dress• makers, and carriages fly to meet every train, and drive away plied up with auspicious looking cardboard boxes, and the laches are wild with excitement. Even the O'Hagan' bave caught the infection. "Spare nothing," cries the O'Hagan himself. "Get the most expensive dress; our girl shall cut them all MISERABLE NIGHTS What to Do When Baby Is Fretrul and Sleepless. It is Wrong to take up a wakeful baby from the mocha and walk it up and down the tlebr all night. It demoralises the infant and enslaves the parents, Baby does not cry for the fun of tho thing: it cries because it is not well—generally because its etohnaeh is sour, its little bowels competed, its akin Itot 1111(1 feverish. Relieve It and it will sleep all night, every night growing stronger in pro- portion. Just what mothers need le told in a letter from Mrs. E. J. Flanders, Marbleton, Que., who says: "I cannot say too much in favor of Baby's Own Tablets. They have worked Ilse a charm with wy baby, who was very restless at night, but Baby's Own Tablets soon brought quoit sleep and rest. I shaft never be without a lax while I have a baby!" Baby's Own Tablets cure all minor ailments of little ones, and are guaranteed to contain no opi- ate or harmful drug. They are sold at 25 cents a box' by all dealers, or you can get them by mail, post paid, by writing direct to the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co.. Brockville, Ont., or Schenectady, N. Y. nut, and no Mistake. Let it be a 80 - guinea, a 40 -guinea, a 50 -guinea these 1f she lines, 1 can pay for IV—Jing- ling the money In his pockete. "They oau't do it," he cries, triumphantly. 'They haven't got the money. My daughter shall be the beet dressed woman in the room, the most ox• pensively dressed—none of your peasant dreseee and beggar wo• maws costumes, but an out-and-out etlk gown at a guinea a yard—a dress to wear plenty of Jewelry with —that's my style"—and he puffs himself out and looks every inch tho well-to-do soap -boiler. And Mies O'Ilagan, who secretly wonders, how, with all their wealth, uobaly koowe them, decides on going as the Bank of England, and the BD - guinea silk dross has imitation bank- notes stitched all over it, and ache suspended from every available point; real sovereigns form earrings, and real soveralgns are strung for a bickluce and bracelets. The O'Hagan la delighted. 1 "They shall see the money 1" he cries, triumphantly. "It's not every man can show as many bank -notes are that to his name{" In every house it le the same ; nmotiget the ladles, dream is the toplo, anti hareem form the men's staple of conrereation. The gentle breasts of the Grim- shawe are agitated with conflicting feelings; they are all six going to the ball, and the brains of all of ihesa know no rest night or day planning ecsatumea To look young is their one wish, And bitterly flow their gentle tongues bcoause they minuet find out what Miss Blake, the beauty of the county, Is to wear, Sir Maurine wishes heartily that it was all over, and the house empty again, Never for one moment does ho see Gipsy alone, and he is sure—yes, he feels certain that she is avoiding him. She is always with his mother now, always to be found 1n the draw- ing room, helping Lady Dermot to entertain the guests who have come for the Hunt ball. Thero are no pleasant walks/ to- gether now, none of those long talks In the ditn half -Tight; if by any chance he tirade her alone, a half. frightened look comes over her face, a shamed, distressed expression, and she It, off like a startled bird. And then conies the announcement that, immediately after the ball, Gipsy is going away on a visit to Lady Dermot's sister, who le May. mg for tho continent with her daugh- titre. "It is so kind of , her to think of our little madcap," Lady Dermot says, In her most dulcet tones. "You will have every opportunity, Gipsy, to cultivate that lovely voice of yours. You have no idea how well the phlid sings"—turning to one of her gueete, a Mee. Bray, who hay. Mg two unwleldly daughters of her own heartily dislikes Olpey. The girl Hays nothing ; but he would be something less than woman slid she fail to note the pain in Bir Maurloe's voice, as he whispers to her, and to her only: "You must not go, Gipsy." "1 would rather go," she eaye, In a hopelessly ead vane. "And pletaie do not try to stop mot for I mean to learn to slug like my mother, and go on the stage." tip oome the Misses Bray, and break in on the oonvereation, - "Plenae, Sir Maurine, will you show us the tower ? Lady Dermot says it Ls worth seeing." "With pleeeure," And so he gee, pausing for one moment to add, "Come Gipsy P" But the girl has learned her lesson well. "No; I have promised to help Aunt Katherine with the flowers," she re - piles. anti stays where he left her, In the shadow of the deep, oak -framed wintlow, 13y and by Lady Dermot finds her in her owu root% She is very kind and sweet to Gipsy to -day. "Anti Po yon like the, idea of going abroad, dear 71 was sure you would." Lady Dermot does not ,,say that she wrote, begging for an invitation for this troublesome niece, whose pretty face to turning Sir Maurice's head. "You will be very happy with your aunt and cousins; and, dear child"—with an uneasy laugh—"I think Mise Blake was Jealous of the way you rah after Maurice. Now, there—don't flare up and get in a passion! You were so young that I nm sure neither Maurice nor I ever thought of you except asachild; but lately I fancied Flora woe a bit Jealous; and, after all, a young girl cannot be toe particular." With burning eyes 'and flaming cheeks, Gipsy looke at Lady Dermot. "He war always kind to me," she In Ignorance of such folly. It would says, witea abet al munconsio spas -of only pain him, and nowt child, I CoDsumution aloe In het' robe, all unooneeloue of moat say it—suoh knowledge would the patties of that "he." lower you In hie estimation very Lady Dermot takes the hot, flush- much." ed face in her cool, white hands, and Still no word falls from Iter; but laughs softly the e have tie sob h c ed La{y Der ut of • t "Me dear Gipsy, you would rather goes on, more ohoerfuily : have me give you a hint titan any But there is no harm done. Mau - one else, would you not? When you rice lnaen't a notion that you have are older, you will understand that been such a goose as to Mee your e young girl cannot run about heart to him. You are a dear eister all the day like a school- to him, and In a 'Mort time you alit boy with a gentleman. Maurice laugh over all thie, and wonder how wouldn't say fro for the world ; but 1 you could ever have stied tears about don't think, dear, he quite approves of your devotion." ouch nonsense." Gipsy raises hor head at last, and, And, with another studied smile, with a deep sigh, torus her wet, she leaves the room. angufeliet face away from the light. Left alone, Gipsy bursts into a Love and marriage—alba has never passion of erying—why, she, can bard- thought of these things yet. All un - 17 tell. But Lady Dormat's words coneclously to herself, she Mae fallen have done what all Sir Maurice'' ten- to victim to the common tate of life; tier 'looks have not aocompliehed. The the devotion of the child is only un- sold has come into the statue, the other name for the love of the wo- chiid le a woman after all. and Glpey man. Yet ehe mays nothing, her (cem- ent] never feel the same again. lie uloue lips make no confessions. is liar lino, her friend no longer, Lady Dermot wondore at the proud but the mail ehe loves wltlt the allelic°; she discusses the subject whole strength o4 her heart. And gtfl half playfully, and never dreams tt with the knowledge comes a bitter o he passim: of feeling th at le shame that le the tears ht the shown only by the trembling that world cannot waelb away. shaker' Gipsy from head to foot. l'erhupe Lady Dermot guesses in cold water, my dear, and what may be pausing In the quiet °otue down soon. I thick Maurice Mae gone over to Rivers, and you w'on't see him till dinner -time, so you need not be a bit afraid, you silly little thingl" lilpsy bathes her eyes as direct- ed; but instead of appearing duti- fully In the drawing -room, she be- takes herself ,oppressed by this new, strange feeling, out of the house and through the quiet wood& And, while Lady Dermot discourees plea - 'sant small talk and disputant tea in the turret -room for the delecta- tion ut the Misses Bray, who vote the charming little octagonal cham- ber the loveliest spot In the world, somebody very tall and strong aceta somebody very email and pretty creeping home, and Sir Maurice catches Cloy alone at last. One look at her troubled face and heavy eyes, and a great longing "Bathe your eyes well, dear, room upstairs; for presently ehe comes in very softly again, to find Olpsy in nn agony of sobbing, "My dear Gipsy !" site exclnlms. Lady Dermot looks at the melancholy little figure with the hidden face, and then comes forward quickly. "My poor child, do not cry like that. Gipsy, I was afro1,1 .a: this." Then, In her eottest tonus, and putting her arms round the girl, she goes on : 'Now, dear, tell me all about it, as you would to your own mother, and I ant Maur - ice's mother, you know." Only choking sobs come In revenge, and Aunt Katherine thoughtfully strokee the short, ruffled hair. "I was afraid It would come to this, dear, and I tried to prevent It by sending you away," she says, soothingly. "Maurice was very much to blame; he meant to be kind to you ,and now he has only made you to comfort her rises up in his breast. very unhappy. I saw, dear, you were - " Wliy, Gipsy, what is all dile ?" —In low, deep tones. "Aro you fret- ting at going away, dear'" "No," falters Gipsy, walking very List, and wishing she was anywhere but here with him. What has come to her 7 All the sweet, guileless simplicity seems gone, her voice is changed. "What is it?" be asks, in such fond tones that she crimsons hotly. "Why do you avoid mo always now, Gipsy?" ho asks, as he looks down at hie lovely cousin hurrying by hie aide, "Once you and I were such Mendel Ib you remember, you al- ways came to me for advice and help?—and now I never see you for a moment 1" (iipey is no heroine; sho is too i frightened to speak, too unsophisti- cated to give any answer but the true one, If sho does speak at all. Without n word of warning, she starts off and runs as fast as sae ens toward the castle. Sir Maurice does not try to fol- low her. 111 e01110 other way he will find out the tuystery of the hitch in this lovetwtking of lits. And 110 goes straight to the foundation - head. "I want to speak to you, mother; will you come to hay 'den' to -night after the greets have gone to bed 7" he says, meeting her on the stair- caee. Her ladyship replies in the affirma- tive, and wonders what be can have to say. When, however, ehe does appear In the room, Sir Maurt.e docs not leave her long in doubt. " What have you been saying to Gipsy 7" At the abrupt, etratghtforward question, Lady Dermot girds herself up for the battle. Please be more explicit, Maurice," she says, looking, at her son, the prlde of her life, the Joy of her eyes lie takee both her hands to his and stands up before her. " Mother, I may as well say at once that I love Gipsy with my whole heart and soul, and I lope to make her my wife." ' You are mad 1"—and, as ehe speaks the blood rises to Lady Der - mot's face. "Maurice, you would not dream of doing such a teeth thing 1" " Why not ? Sire is the only woman I have ever cared for; why should I not marry her 7" Why, indeed 7 Yet 'Lady Dermot poke about for one of the many hun- dred reasons against this match.. "She is too young," she urges at last. "'My love le but a lassie,'" Sir Maurice] gays. "True, sho is young; but, mother, elle is the only woman 1 lutve ever wished to make my wife —she Is everything I wish." " Upon my word, you are easily pleased 1 Really, Maurice, I thought you would have had more erns° than to take up this fancy for a child like Gipsy I" Lady Dermot Is thoroughly an- noyed, and Bir Maurine Is terribly In earnest. 'Mother, I must have my way,' he soya, smiling. " I am sorry you aro not pleased with the wife I have chosen." Hie mother looks at him, standbig erect in his grace and manhood, and plays one more carts. " Are you sure she likes you, Mau- rice?" " I was sure of It till the last few clays," he answers, almost Badly. "But to -day ehe seemed still more charged. Mother, have you tried to turn her epithet mo 7" Her ladyship proeses her handker- chief to her eyes. " I always !hoped you would merry 1• lora. Oli, Maurice, believe me, you will regret this!" He has flushed Crimson at the n.en- tion of Mise Blake's name. "I never thought of Flora as a wife," he answers, in a low voice. "I thought, smother, you always under- stood that we were friends, and nothing more." beginning to like him as something more titan a friend, and I tried to warn you. You know, Gipsy, It Is a terrible thing for a woman to care for any man who has never spoken of love to her." There is etlll no answer—only the delicate fingers are locked more tight- ly over the piteous misery of her face. "And then you were not very good at concealing your feelings, either, clear," Lady Dermot continues. "I could see 'quite well that you were foolish enough to let your silly lit- tle head run on Maurice, and, I was most anxious that he should remain AFTER THREE YEARS Mr. Joseph Rochette Released From Rheumatism thetlerel Much Agony, Itis Appetite 1'ai,ed, and His Sttr•agth Lett Him Hope tin• Similar Sutrcrers. Only those who have suffered from the pangs of rieumatlxm know how mucic agony the sufferer Las al lines to endure. tyle sywptonts often vary, but among them will be found acute pains In the mus- cles and Joints, the latter some- times much whiten. At times the patient le unable to dress himself, and the slightest Jarring sound ag- gravates the pain. Liniments and outward applications cannot pos- sibly cure rheumatism; it met be treated through the blood, and for this purpose there Is no wadi - eine yet discovered can equal Ur. Williams' Pink Pills. When given a fair trial these pills never fall to euro even the most stubborn oases of rheumatism. Mr. Jos. Rochette, a well-known resident of St. Jet" orae, Que., is an interview with a reporter of L'Avenir du Nord, offers strong proof of the value of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills in cases of Wu kind. Mr. ltoohette Hayti: "For near- ly three years I was a great suf- ferer from rbeumatlem. The pains seemed at times to affect every Joint, and the agony I endured was terrible. Sometimes I could scarce- ly move about, and was unfitted for work. 17te trouble affected my appetite and in this way my weak- ness increased and my condition became more deplorable. I tried a number of remedies, but nothing helped me until 1 was advised to take Dr. Williams' Pink PilIa, and then relief came. Gradually the paints left me, my appetite improv- ed and I became greatly strength- ened. Before 1 had taken a dozen boxes my health and vigor was such that 1 telt better than I did before the trouble began. I have not since had an ache or pain, and I feel convinced that Dr. \Villiamt' I'Ink Pills are the beet medicine In tier world for rheumatism." Dr. Williams' Pink I''ills are Hold in every civilized land, and their enormous sale is due entirely to their great merit tut a medicine. They rine all such troubles an rheumatism, sciatica, locomotor ataxia, partial paralysis, nervous headache, kidney aliments, neural- gia and the weakneeees that ;afflict so maty women. Do not let any dealer persuade you to try some- thing else which he may say ie "just as good." Flee that the full name, "Dr. William' Pink 1';ils for Pale People," ie 011 the wrapper niounl every box. If in doubt, mend direct to The Dr. Williams Medi- cine Co., Brockville, Ont., and the pills will he mailed post paid, at 50c. per box, or six bouts tor $2.50. Salt pork is a famous old- fashioned remedy for con- sumption. " Eat plenty of pork," was the advice to the consumptive 50. and 10c) years ago. Salt pork is good if a man can stomach it. The idea behind it is that fat is the food the consumptive needs most. Scott's Emulsion is the mod- ern method of feeding fat to the consumptive. York is too Scott's Emulsion is the most refined of fats, especially prepared for easy digestion. Feeding him fat in this way, which is often the only way, is half the battle, but Scott's Emulsion does more than that. There is some- thing about the combination of cod liver oil and hypophos- phitcs in Scott's Emulsion that puts new life into the weak parts and has a special action 00 the diseased lungs. A sample will be sent free upon request. its sure that th;, picture in Ila h,rn, of a la,w1 a on the rough for sensitive stomachs. 1,n per of , e,y Willa 01 i..,,1. 1, c„ncl,uy. SCOTT & BOWNE, CHEMISTS, ' 'Toronto, Ontario. :m 1 11; ail drnggista "Flora carve more for you than Gipsy ever will!" exclaims Lady Dermot, vehemently. "I hope not," be returns quickly. "By word or; look I have never given Fiera the eilgltlricst cause to think I had any regard for Iter beyond friendship. I know you always hoped I would marry her, and 1 am sorry If you are disappointed." "I am bitterly dlsappuinted. J Sir Maurice walks lute and dowu the room twice before he speaks. (To bo Continued.) SHE WAS GIVEN UP Doctors Held Out No Hope to Mrs. Huffman, of Napanee. A Wonderrid Came and One is hieh Gees to Show• the Wonderful Adsanee- ulent lteeenl ll' Made in the Science. ol'Medicine. Napanee, Ont., Oct. 27.—(Speclal.)— Thts town has furnished a cube which hurt caused considerable talk in the county. Mre. John C. Huffman had been troubled for over six years with female weakness and kidney trouble. The pain was so great that site emald not bear !t, and her kidneys gave her sus much bother that she could not entertain any company in her home or take any anent pleasured what- ever. Her urine was very much die - colored and gave her great trouble 1n lousing. Lt addition to these symptoms she had all the 1)0111s, beauacbes attd weakuees Of Female Trouble, Mrs. Huffman tried physicians' treatment and many other medicines, but instead of getting better else was gradually growing worse and was very much discouraged. Many of her friends thought she would never get better, but one day ehe picked up a newspaper and read an advertisement which said that load's Kidney Mlle would euro Female Trouble, As she had meal eo many other things without being able to get any help, she was very doubtful, but cou- chette] to try this remedy. Site used six Nikes and was com- pletely cured. She is to -day sound anti well, without a single symptom of her did trouble left. She was eared early five years ago, and Is to -day an sound and well a woman as there is in Napanee. She says: "1 can eonfideetly recommend Bede's FLlney Piles to every woman /II Canada, for they cored me coln- 1irtely, and mine wits a very bad arse, "They no' men - et]] a great me- etnr. and 1 all always recommend them to women who may be suffering int 1 wee with Female Wetlkness and Kidney Trimble." A benutilul memorial wln'loty Ix be - Ing pl,te ni in the chancel of St. John's clhurrh. York Mills, to the memory of Ow late Canon User. A epoclal sort ire of dedication will be held on Sordny morning next at 11 o'ciloek, whet. the window will be tinselled,