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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Blyth Standard, 1902-11-20, Page 3. eh‘trixam, oadetenvwfrraith-7.14 Inv et4ittiei;itt r. ************* GIPSY'S mARRIA6E "I nun very sorrybut, not even ls;,ye, between fast falling teals, "of to please you, mother, ens I it renew ya;n' Iutppiness iii my Bret, up the nearest wish of my life, you '.mislteal tlon. I stun never say It Ls with my wenction that you con. ineow." Then, smiling a little, he tract tide mar Owe; but 1 will ot- adds: "There are two things of for no further opposition." wltlelt a roan tw Idmsrlf the beet "And It will ie for use happineee," Judge—a horse mid a wife. Now, my lin responds, fervently 'But per• dear mother, I know you are ,Ileap- haps she does not rare for ate In the pointed; tut it cannot be helped. My way I meat'; still I thought oho ohalce le made. Gipsy shalt tie my did once." wife, and no other.' A flush rises to Lady Dermot'a face He certainly meane what he says. ae she thinks of the piteous ehame For thirty years he had given In to and misery her words brought Into has mother in all thinge, but at last Gipsy's eyes, he has taken the bit In hie teeth "You will remember I did It for the with a vengeance. beet," she says, preeently. "I was "It will be the most foolish thing afraid Gipsy might take a fancy to you ever did fn your life," she says, you— and you know, Maurice, I al - bitterly. "ion will marry an igne- ways looked upon Flora as your fu - ant child eimpty because she has it tare wire; It wee my wish, and I told pretty face. Do not Interrupt tar, Gipsy so. Maurice," she requests, waving her A light breaks over Sir elaurlce's hand. "You will marry her, and re. face. pent It in six menthe." "You will send her here to the, ma "I do not think so," he returns, in they'!" a low voice, a tender light in his They are in the library, where Sir eyol Maurice has trapped hie mother for 'Nom/entre,' , oriee Lady Dermot, fm- this rive minutes' private converse. - patiently. "Haw will you tlke to see tion. your wife totally ignorant of the "gory well," Lady Dermot anewere, common usages of society ? You will and then pine her hands on hie aboul- be ashamed of all the stupid and dere and looks up into hie face, "This awkward tltinge sure will do and say. I tell you, Maurice, now, that that girl ,is totally unfitted In every Tay to be your wile," He may shakes uie Mad and thinks of the girl he loves to dearly, "I do not want a fashion plate fdr a wife," heanewere, "I want a woman to love me and me only. What does it matter about that beastly hum- bug called society ? .I1 my wife pteaoee me, what need any one else Dare?" Lady Dermot lease all patience with "I wish Mad never seen her face!" she cries. "You would have married Flora, aid--" "No," he interrepls, gravely; " I never would have married Flora.' "Weil, I suppose atm will take your own way. Good-tdght, Maurice"and Lady Dermot sweeps away without kiestng ham, Bir Maurice efts alone 1n his "den," and thinks of the time when Gipsy will be his very own; while his rather Molle proud paid bitter tears In the solitude of her room over her son's perversity and the frustration of her scheme, CHAPTER XIII. It le the day of the tall, and Str Maurice tae been trying nnsuecese- fully all the morning to watch Gipsy atone for a few moments. To its eyes, there is a soared, wretched look In bor face, she does nut ap- pear to be happy, and spend'. the greater portion of her time away by herself, poor entad. Ilte very kind- ness frightens her now; all the frank, sweet eomradeehtp of the old days seems gone. In despair Sir Mau rice goes to hie mother. "For Heaven's take, tell me what is wrong with Gilley. She won't speak to me or look at me." Lady Dermot conaklere for a mo- ment, and comes to the conclusion that it le wiriest to make the beet of a bad business. There Is no use in opposing the matoh, for Maurice tam made up his mind, "My dear Maurice," her ladyship WAKE UP, BABY 1 A New Game 0, Mothers. ,Baby's awakening ought to be Wok - ed forward to ae a pleasure, not dreaded as a scourge. He should awaken bright, merry and full of fun, refreshed by steep, ready for a good time. How many mothers dread hie awnkening howls, kneeing that he will keep everyone mieeraole until he goes to sleep again or ,;etc Me food. These cry -Ing flte are the terror of every inexperienced mother. Mre. Gabriel Barnes, Stec Milo Lake, Ont., is a mother who has learned how this trouble can be best stet, until writes us am follows : "My baby' nt- fered much from "'idigeetion, and was cross and regime I gave lam sev- eral mealtimes, but they dad not 11011) lana, I thee got a box of IInhy's Own Tablets anti they helped hint almost at once, and have done him so much good that I evoukl not now be tvithout them. I ran recommend Baby's Own Tablets to all mothers as the beet medicine I have ever used for children." These Tablets are guaranteed to contain no opiate or harrolul drug, and can be given with absolute safety to the yoitngest,weak- eet infant. Sold by all druggists, or sent by mall, poet paid, at i cents a box by writing direct to the Dr. Willlame' Medicine Co., Brockville, Int., or Schenectady, N. Y. Is a great blow to me, Maurice, a great disappointment. I lad looked forward so mach to your making a good marriage," Ile steeps amd kisses her. "!Mother, I ape not a boy, to tall in love one day and out of It the next. I would have pleased you In the chO;ce of a wife, if poeslble; and, please 'Heaven, you will yet say 1 trate dont, weedy." "I only hope you will never regret it," Lucy L,:rmot anewers. ae oho leaves the room. Tho guests are In the drawing- room—tire women, tit leaet—talking over their costumes for to -night. Lady Dermot goes to her own raem, and sends for Gipsy, who ap- peere, pale -faced and wide-eyed, ut the doorway. Her future daughter-in-law : Lady Dermot scale her all over, from head to foot. and back again to the wild, sweet beauty of her taco. Yee, she is very beautiful—there is no doubt about that ; and her ladyshipsigite as she makes tato confession to her- self, "Cemtti in, dear, nod stmt the door," ole says, in a sad, silky voice; and Glissy obeys, and, like a friglttenel child, comers forward to the table. Lady Dermot takes the two small, nervous hands In her cool clasp, and looks into the downcast face. "Look at rue, my dear," and the grave, serious eyee look up for a eecond. "Manrloe le In the library; he wishes to epee* to you." Lady 1)ermot's voice is hard anti her words are cold In a second mite knows that this ignorant, untaught girl has all a woman's shrinking trots facing the man she loves, but who has no love far her. She contemplates the crimson, agitated face, and then moot graciously presses her Zips on Gipey'e forehead. "My dear child, you need not be atratd. Now goManrloe will explain Mineelf. You will find him in the lib- rary. But"—and lore ehe makes a most effective pause—"It I seemed un- kind yesterday, remember, I am Itis mother." Teare shine In Gipsy's eyee ae alto replies: "1 am going away to -morrow. Oh please, Aunt Katherine, don't ask me see him to -day !" Her ladyship only malts, and, wav- ing her hand, says: "Maurice le walting—come I" White as a enh'wdrop, she some So he sees her, and auk all his ale will he think of her as ehe looks to -day, in her sweet, innocent maidenhood, his very ideal of womanly perfection. And hie whole heart swells with a great, padelonate tenderness as he looks at her facie Iter eyes never meet Iiis—they are fI ed on the floor —and he oan see her mouth trem- bling. Not here oan he opeek to her, not here can he see the words that will make her his veru own, "Get your hat, '°Spey, anu come out," he says, alter a brief pause, Sir Maurice, with a crowd of tender thottghte rushing through his brain, o111,1" aeke her quietly to come out with lean. "Must 1 came 1" the asks, nneon- oclous of the deeper, sweeter meaning that lies behind his commonplace emcee. She only knows that she dome not wish ever to be alone with Idm new, Ile walks over to where she stands, and takes her hand, "Vee, please Dome. I bave Nome - thing to say to you today, Gipsy, and 1 would rather say it outside, quite by onroelvee, than here." Had sate looked up into his face, she must have guessed its meaning; but her eyes travel no further than his boots; and the goes slowly away to deltas, with no sweet, shy hope gnawing at her heart. Atka so together they walk away to the woods, where they have often wandered before, under the leufleet, trees, on by the stream, foaming and tumbling down amongst the rocks. There he tells hie love story in hie own way, bit by bit, till he takes hie little Gipsy to his arms, and she, with his first kissee on her lips, awakes from her dream, and knows what her life would have been without him. Sir Maurice entero his mother's dressing -room that evening, tits face banning with delight, "It is all right; Gipsy has prom - teed to lie my wife!" "Bad you the slightest doubt on the subject ?" asks Lady Dermot, totally unnhlo to conceal her an- noyautce, "My dear Maurice, I leave ghee1:n • but please do not expectect o to be very effusive in my con - gra tale Hone." IIis face clouds over as the mo- ther's chlllty tones fall upon hie ear. "You will be land to her ?" he asks, almost pleadingly. "You won't let her see that ,you are not pleased, mother 2" •'Oh, I cannot promleo to con- ceal my feelings on the &atbject, and I do not suppose that either of yon will much carer- she returns, u'ngracionsly. Tire perfect itappl- nesM so phtlmly vlelble on her son's face raises Lady Dermot's wrath, and she proceeds, "1 shall always feel great satisfaction ht knowing that I tried to prevent this, You caul never blame me afterward, elnualee." "I hope there will be no cause to Maine any one," he returns, stiffly;' and then, thinking with passionate rapture of the sweet drama of two in the weals this afternoon, he adds, "Mother, I never knew how happy a, man could feel tilt to -day." "I suppose not," elle rejoins, care- lessly. four Ideas are not very original, Maurice. And now I must ring for toy maid. I believe every one line decided on dreaming for the ball before dinner, so that they may see each other's costumes to perfection." 'tris orange the Interview to a close, and Sir Maurice watke out of the roots. "He le very muoh In love now with tbnt little fool; but possibly he will tiro of her long before they can marry'," ante thinks, and them sends for Gipsy, and eays a few sweet things to tate future Lady Dermot, and wonders at the grave serious- nase of the girl's faoe. Bate has nothing of the conecloue bride -elect about her ; aha neither bk)ehes nor looks please(; and yet there la a settled, steadfast purpose in her large, tlark eyes; and Lady Di 'mot cannot but feel, as she Woke Into the girl's pure, trusting face, that Maurice might have doIte much worse. Anu she admires Gipsy's taot when she says, very shyly and softly: 'Thank you, Aunt Katherine; it la good of You to wish mo so much 1111}- pinots, brcaueo I know you love him oo much" ; thus delicately alluding to her knowledge that elle Is not the wife elected by Maurlce'a another. Lady Dermot kiasoe her more nat- urally and affectionately than oho has done yet. "Maurice Inas made hie own choice, my dear ; it reale with you now to make hie life a happy one," Perhaps, after all, his marriage with Gip»y may not be such a had AN AWFUL MISTAKE Physician Prescribes Nuxvomica tor a Kingston Lady with the Result that She is Para- lyzed. ,V'1 hrill umt Experience Mesut Marrow a Dower ., llhntder Fortunately She itee,xt ted and tells the awry or the Whole Incident. IUngst t, (ant„ Nov. 8.—lSpt'otaD)— That Mr,, C. Lake, of 112 Clarence street, tale city, Is alive to -day, is a matter for wonder. She says: "My sickness w -as brought about by overdose of Strychnine prescribed by a physician. It brought on Parttly- ids affrehug my left lade, braht, arm and limbs "1 waw perfectly helplees, and it was lmposett to for me to raise my left limo or open my fingers. I got no steep and often when I dewed my eyes remnite:a open. f had not the power to close my eyelids, s "I suffered almost continually with headache. "Sly brain felt ae though It was too large for the ekull. My appetite hailed and I became very emaciated, indeed, 1 was nothing but ekln and bonen "I WAS three years alder treat- ment, many physicians having me un- der their care, but without avail. At Met I became discourage) and gave up all treatment, "While readlug a paper one My 1 noticed a te,timony of one who woe cured by Made; lde; Kidney fills. "My waster procured me a box at the Mlle and I started on three pills three times a lity. I soon began to experience a change for the better, which continued until I regained Ute thee of my arm, hand and limb. My headache also ceased and my appe- tite returned. "From Ole I soon picked up flesh and strength until I was as well 'Is ever, "1 thank God and Dodci'm Kidney Mile for my health, for by prayer aid this wonderfui remedy, I was cured and have remained In good health ever since, nitlottgh this wee ovt'r five years ago," thing to the end. Gipsy will be very pliable, very obedient -,elle will want a great deal of help and guidance ; and who is heater calculated to help and guide her than Lady Dermot her- seif 1 Very ikely, as Gipsy 1s ter yonrg and inexperienced, (Heerlen wvill be well pleaacd to have ids mother make Drummneeu notate her headglmlrtert, Instead of removing to Drama tlottse, winch has been the dower house of the Dowager Lady Dermots for centuries. By the (Imo her lady- ship line finished t{reseing, Mlle is re- solved to be perfectly charmed with dear efaurcio's comanlle loveannteh. And she arils down the staircase, ler black velvet rube trailing behind her. the Dermot dtninotels blazing on lar breast, in Iter hair, and on her round 'Irma; ane every trace of am:oyane° lute left her smooth brow. "And what do eau think?" site whispers to Mrs. Bray, smiling very sweetly into that matron's rubicund oountenauee as with one blow she onetime out the hopes of the ,theses Bray Weever. "My ton has found out that he cantwt live without our lit- tle Gipsy ; and the young people set- tle] rt all themselves this afternoon," "Oh I" ani dmvn go the corners of oars, Bray's most expressive mouth. "Oh," repeats Mr=. Bray; and her lips assume a curve of die• appohdment, the face nal j: weary on her massive iosotn rising 'In 1 fall' leg with greater rapidity that es ual. "Awl you are dasappolttei, Lady Dermot," she gets out at last, look- ing at that lady's Immovable Nein- tette nce. "iltsappolnted? No, 1 am charmed. Gipsy he the dearest little thing In the world; and, 11 my (10A l' to, le happy what more can I wish?" "Oh, of course, that is ererything," murmurs MI'M. ]tray, vaguely, smooth- ing out the fulls of for dress, and thinking what a fool she was to go to the expense of coming to that hall. Sar Matestee engaged, tee only inducement for the visit to Drumnnt'en sastie woe gone. Lady Dermot s voice proceeds sweetly agate "Tao le all in confidence, of course. I have told only you, for 1 was really afraid you had all been thinking Maurice was neglecting has guests shamefully, and I know you will make every allowance Mr it man In love," Lady Dermot knows perfectly well that hire. Bray will tell it to every- one mho knave to-night—In perfect confidence, of eouree, and Ole is jnet what oho wants, for the sooner .flee Blake 'tears it the better. Down come the Masses Bray, ar- rayed ae Night and Morning, ono In I black net and with thoneands of - moons and stars alt over her, and the other in pale blue, adorned plentifully with roses. ''Very Very pretty 1" murmurs Lady Der- mot, looking them over, and think- ing that in all her life elle has never l seen such dreadful looking girls, And then the other guests appear, I all In fancy costume—an elderly col- t onel as a courtier, whose chief (ea- t tures appears to be very thinlege in elate silk stockings, it great pro- ' fusion of ruffles 1»ttgdng over Ids I hands, one of which holds an (-nor- ' moue old snuff -troy. He flatters lttmeM'llputt he termite the fast old beau, nett affects a little simpering with the Masses Ilray, and say's a number of fust things that le would not dare to venture on in lite ordlu- i try clothes, Then there are two youths arrayed as pages, also pain- . fully coneelous of their white silk calves, and their garters do not seem to work properly, and require a ' good deal of furtive hitching. And presimrtly there appears another very sweet young creature, a distant cousin to the Dormote, who has mule a great mastery of her dross all day, and 1t turns out to be the White Gat of the fairy tale, and a very pretty dress, too. "It le to be hoped you will find a prince,' remarks Mrs. (fray, still fuming and palpitattng over the news of Sir Maurtce's en- gagement, whereupon one of the pages blushes a brilliant eriteson which almost looks Ilke the forerun tier of an attack of apoplexy, and, to cover lets confusion, he makes a furious dive at the poor stockings. "I hope eo," pure the White Cat, and smiles sweetly on her swain. And then the lost htmeetf stalks lm, looking every Inch a goodly man, attired in the dress of a Spaniels ma- tador, all velvet and gold trace and little tinkling belle, and hit shapely limbs likewlee enetsticd In elik stock- ings; and verily Sir Maurice Dermot never Woko so well a9 tut 1ook9 to- night. They all admire each other's dresses, and walk the length of the Song drawing -room, and there is a good deal of laughing and chatter- ing, In the midst of which Gipsy slips in almost un- noticed. One pair of eyes, how- ever, smile gniokly, as elle appears and takes refuge beside Lady Der- mot, "Humph!" grunts Mre, Bray, look - lag at Gipsy's dress. It Is that of a Spanish peasant ; and the elmple, pretty costume sults the wearer well. She appears very small, almost like a °held, In her short gay petticoat reaching to her ankles, and, with her velvet bodice and white chemtsette and her dark eyes and hair, she looks the char- acter she le Intended to represent. "Very pretty!" they all say ; and Sir Maurice thinks lee darling has neer looked Luo lovely as she does to- night, with the uovv light in her face and the deep calor in het' cheeks. He will tread a gay measure with her by and by, and all the world will see how beautiful his little 1 eweetheart can be. CHAPTER XIV. "Avery fine ball, I vow—upott my word, a very fine boli i" So says old Afire. Bryan, sending her crafty eyes skirmishing In all directions. And a very fine ball It is. If plenty of people, a blase of light, any amount of dancing In a good honest country style, and plenty of flirting make up a good ball, then this le un- doubtedly one of the finest speci- mens of the kind. There is n wholesome healthy WOMAN'S WORK Often Leads to a Breakdown in Health, Si'1'ere Headaches, 1 ,t' of A pp et he, Dieeinese, PnlplatIuu or the Hear( and Other Dletie.esing Myngt- toms hollow-. Wotman'e cares about the 1101090 - hold are maty and often worrying, SDI It is uo wander that tiro health of Bo ltutny tato way under the strain. To weak, tired -owl, de- pr,ssel wouten everywhere, ti,' atony of Mrt. Geo, I,. Burton, the wife of a well known farmer living near Fenwick, Ont„ will come us it Meg - sage of hope. To it reporter who hate -stewed her on the ewbjeet, Airs, Fennl•11 salt: ''les, I ant mete will- ing to give illy testimony to the great good Dr. 11 illtauts' Pink Pills have teens Inc, as my ex - pr elem.', may help some other st.fferer. -t coeple of years ago my health be- gat to give way, and 1 Buffered from 1, tin etola, wit itmost of tdtbdepresving symptoms of tont trouble. 1 becnmu touch meal tie', had diotreseing load- achee, awl a very poor appetite. At first I thought the trouble would Iasi away, but in this I was mis- taken. as I continued to grow woree. My heart began to palpitate violent- ly nt the least exertion: my rest al night wait broken and finally a bad tough set in, and I was scarcely able to du a bat of work about the house. An aunt in Englund who lad been UI Wed written me that Dr. Willie/Be' Pink Pails had restored her to Ite`llllt, std I Setermined to give tee pule a trial. Alter the use of a few 'boxes I nott'ed u distinct improvement in my coalition, and niter intng rhe phis for n few weeks more the trouble hail completely left me. f email Bleep well at night the cough lett me; the headaches that had wade meso mla- erable 1'nntehel, my appetite re - Paned, and I could again perform my homework with rase. I shrill al- ways Get grateful for what Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills have done for me, and 'Btrougiy recommend them to other ollltg women." Dr, Williams Pink PUIe hays nc- compllshsl jest such good results In tltocsan+IM of other caws among ail- ing men awl women and sufter- rr trout arty of the n unerone a11- m,11ts restating from poor, waters' blood, who will give these pills it fair trial will soon be on the high road to health and strength. Dnitatlone are sonne- thnes offered by unscrupulous dealers who care more for their own profit then for th• dr eu,tomen;' health. Be sero that the full name, "Dr, 1111- ttatns' Pink Pills for Par People," le found on the wrapper around every lax jou buy. If your dealer dons not keep these pills Bend to the Dr. R il- Il'uux' M slletne Co.., Brockville, Ont., and they wltt he m'IIlel post paid at 50 tents per box or si:, boars for $2,30, swing 1n the music, a genial, whola hearted way of dancing—none of the Blow, rapturous adoration of one cor- ner of the room, no steering slowly backward, with rapt, agonised coun- tenances, through the crowd. The young people dance as If they loved it, swinging past end round and round, good dancers tots bad dancers. In all sorts of grotesque costumes. The scene Is Indeed a gay and animated one, (To be Continued.) FULLY. Ledignant Boarder—And you call this, ten tninnte't' walk from the eta - then ? Suburban Landlord (pacifically) — Yee, Mr; at toast that, The Importance of Grammar. Wanted—Fxperienced nurse for hot 111 baby. -- Wonted—Au —Weded—A a organist, nut{ a boy to blow the same. Bulldog for Bale, will eat any- thing, very fond of children, Lost—A valuable cane by a gen- tleman with a gold head, little used, Wanted—A boy to be partly out- side and tartly behind the toae- tor. -- Annual Bale now going on. Don't go elsewhere to be rhrtttea—conte In here. -- Logi—Near 'High Gate archway, an umbrella belonging to a gentle- man. with a bent rib.