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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Blyth Standard, 1902-12-18, Page 3iffe;e: l&cda: 9 41. tia adt46 ae, ? 464n/1 Sy/. gilerviw GIPSY'S MARRIAGE 44444444444444* Sato goes etralgbt up to her daugh- ter's room, where. (Bettye elle, In tile gray evenieg light, her grief -dis- figured taco turned away from the window. " The funeral is over," Mrs. Blake begins, looking at the slight, black - robed figure; "Algy lots Juet come betk. It was a very imposing funeral, he says." °lady@ shivers. Jim dead. Jim's funeral ! Never, never to sen him again 1 She rabies her heavy eyes to her mother's face. " 1 caneot talk about it to -day, Mamma." ' 1 do not want you 10 talk, Wady.; I thought you might like to know about it. Nearly everyone woo crying, Algy nay' ; and everybody was there." It Is agony to hear her mother talk like tile, as if she could (emcees Jim's funeral like a garden -party or a ball. • a "Did you think he would leave you anything -1 mean, did lie ever ex- press any wleh ?" asks Mre. Blake, turning away, se that she does not see the horrified look on Gladys' face. "Leave me anything! Olt, mamma, do 'you think ,1 could bestow a thought upon such things now?" and the ring of agony in the broken young voice is pitiful in the ex- treme. Mrs. Blake takes her departure, saying m she goes: "Well, there 1e no use in thinking; he made no will; and you, who ought and ought to have been hie widow, don't come In for one penny. I won• der, (}lady's, whether you think it le any pleasure for me to eee a child od mine fretting alter a man whose untimely death was a mercy to you and a warning toothers "; and, with tbiu parting remark, she goes away, leaving Gladys alone to weep for the dead. The household of Divere le not a happy one thle afternoon—Gladys weeping upstairs, Flora In the draw- ing- room, In anything but a pleasant humor, and Mre. Blake irritated at Jim Lefroy'e want of prudence 111 not making a will, " What do you mean to do abaft Glades, m ,mma r" Hera earl, as Mre. Blake wines downstairs agal ,, with her color somewhat heightened after her interview with her youngeet daughter. "You m gut send heraway for a clutnge. It will be dreadfully disagreeable for you and me t0 put up with her eloping about muffled up In black—as if any 0040 was worth breaking one's heart about 1"—and her cold, b' an+'fn' r I m ,cid as she turns toward her mother. "It to natural she should fell tete death—she wee very fond of him," urges Mre. Blake plaintively. " Yes, but It is not ..atural for me to be disturbed night after n,lgit by Gladye crying In the next room. She has never ceased weeping Educe he died." "Well, where can we go?" Mrs. Blake asks, hopelessly, ever accus- tom d to be ruled by the imperious ,Flora, !teem Blake raises her eyebrows "Wel I am not going anywhere." "I thought cheat it might be plate - tinter if we all went away fon' the sett few months, and that you might wish It, Flora," Mee. Blake says, BABY'S FIRST TOOTH. A Family Event That Does Not Always Bring Unmixed Joy. Baby's fret tooth dove not come unannounced. Inflamed gum' and im- paised digeutlon produce a feverlth and fretful condition about which the mother often feeluconcern. The baby boy of Bro. George McGregor, of Hamilton, Ont., woo troubled with diarrhoea while teething and wan oroats and restless. Ile did not sleep well and mattere became serious$. 'Tho mother writeo as follows: "My sister had used Baby's Own Tablets for her baby and advised are to try them. I got a box, and after giving tho Tableto to the baby a few tines he began to improve and wee scan Well. IIe to now a big, healthy baby and whenever he gots fretful or does bot feel well I give Iran a Tablet and bo le soon all right again." Baby's Own Tablets replace with groat advantage cantor oil and other nauoroua, griping drugs. They sweet- en the stomach, quiet the nerves and promote healthful teem). They are guaranteed to contain no opiate and to bo absolutely 'harmless. If your druggist does not keep them you can obtain a full -else box by mall, poet paid, by sending 23 cents to the 1)r e Wllilamzf Ikedietne Co., Brockville, Out., or 1lotaenestady, N. Y. pointedly ; and Flora sallies hong- , "Yee, and leave people to say that I could not May nod see Maurice) married! I mean to darter at his wed- ding, mamma. lin yea think I care?" she asks, wall sudden vehemence ; and Ore, Blake answers, with a certale amount of truth: "No, I do not think you could rare for anything." "You are right. Do not be In the toast afinit, mamma. I do not In- tend to take to doing good and run- ning In and out of the cottages, as t1•tadys did. It was your own fault If you chose to make ane Lady Der- mot In Imagination, and you have only yoursalf to Hume for your dis- appointment" "Well, I will try to get lllaadys to go away for a time," returns Mre. Blake, steering away from the topic of Sir Maurice. Mise Blake rises and goes to the piano. "Far pity's sake do, mamma '1' ."You are not going to play the piano, Flora, surely 1" cries Mrs. Blake,"Gladys might not like it." "0h, what nougense 1 Wu cannot all go Into mourning." And up thestalrs to Gladys' room float the ermine of waltzes—the very waltz that was playa•d on the night of the ball for the Inst dance sho had danced with Jim ; and In an agony of grief she tries to shut out the mounds that jar so horribly on, her ears, • • • • • By the elle of Jinis gre re Gladye kneels, weeping womanly tears, breaking her heart with that awful loneliness that comes with a great and deep morrow. "Jim, Jim, darling!" elm wide- pers, paeslonately, "efy own! And I might have made you happier 1" she sobe, forgetting all lads faults, and remembering only the one feet that ho loved her. Somebody comes up quietly beside her ; and Gladys raises her eyes for a second, and then lidos her face in her halide. She has not noon John Ker since the moment when 10 1041 her oat of the room after Jim died, and the eight of his face brings the whole scene back with startling reality. Night and day she had thought of nothing else since; yet now elle sees it all again—'he crushed, broken form. end the life dying nut of the noble, handsome face she loved. And she cries now as though mho had nue w,p- elect, he died. John Ker Bays no word; no greet- ing passes between them; but down his face roll tears of genuine sor- row. Ho would have died to save Jin Lefroy, have given his lite free- ly to prevent this awful grief, and he cannot even stay the bitter so05 that come from the breaking heart of the girl ho lovem. There 1e a silence between them till her wild weeping has spent H- eel!: and, then, rising slowly to her feet, she stands, wet and shivering, in the falling rain, "Come away," he says, very gent- ly, and takes her hand. "Yee," she whispers; "I came to say good -by to him," catching her breath at the woods; and, with one long, sad look, she walks away at John Ker's side. "I heard you were going away," he ease, presently. "Yee," she answers, "Mamma wishes It, and it ,1s all the saute to me where I am." "Where are you going ?" Dir. Ker asks, his heart aching with pity for the trouble in her trumuioue voice, "To London, to mamma's .;later." "Ah, then we shall meet some• times 1 I, too, am going to London next week," John Ker tells her, with sash gentleness. "You will let me tome and eco you, Gladye ?" "Yes" she 1111W049, Neatly. " We can meet often, and talk about him. You lovul liieu, too." ,Yes," How much John Ker loved his friend Gladye cannot know. She lute no Idea bow deeply the man at her side Is suffering. She Uinta of nothing but her own grief. neither loss, and never dreams of the strug- gle going on In tete mend, the (rope tat he rattles and beats down Atari and again, the hope that seems so like cruel disloyalty to Ms dead friend. to think of Gladye as belonging to any one else but an seem impossible; she was Irl', fill his. Yet how often, $ince Jina's death, has he thought of that mo- ment when the poor dying fingers joined their two hands together, and left her to him a sacred charge I All anconeclous of the thoughts crowding through hie brain, Gladys raises her wet epee to hle. "What am I to de with my life?" He, of all Wren, to be asked such a question 1 You will spend It wisely and well, I know," he answers, slowly ; and odor, thinks that the sorrow in ids face Is only pity for her. ''I feel are 1f I could never cure for anything agates I cannot fancy life without Jen," she whl,pere; and his name (alle softly from her lipr, and em rt In a long Ogle Then they say good -by 1n the still fulling rain. "Yon will let the come and see you sometimes, for Jim's sake, Gladys?" "Yee," eine answers, with n, sad mile, "and we will talk about him, Mt. Ker, you and I together, tvhen we are grate alone! , They say goo( -by, and lie watches till elle has purged outt of sight, and then lie wnike slowly in the opposite dinrton, Ids face bent down from the driving rain. CHAPTER XVII. it is a soft springlike day, with a I'glit breeze ruffling the peels and !milieu ripples on the water. The tong, trailing branches of the beech treat bend and gently kise the rlp- p1e, ihem sway back again to un - their green, crushed leaves in the warm sir, I1( the initiate of the river, with the water washing and swirling past his legs, stands Sir Maurice Dermot, in- tent on hooking a salmon, and on the bunk sits Gipsy watching Tani. They are perfectly happy, these two, and every now and then Sir' Maurice, as he casts hie line, smiles at 1110 quiet little person on tate hank, and she smiles back again content- edly, She listen to tt,e swim of the line through the air, and watches' the fly thrown, by hie practiced hand dimpling the water, and she hopes he will anon meet with a flail. She is a sweet picture herself, sit- ting leaning against a mossy tree stump, with a background of shim- mering green and mess and ivy ami rocks, till high overhead the sky peeps through the network of branches. G.psy, her lap full of (lowers, and the dogs lying beside her, looks a winsome little mortal, itulecd, 1n a tight -fitting serge dress, and a p.le of primroses around her. The doge have been adorned with necklaces of flowers. Like the child she Is, elle laughs as she fastens the wreath round their shaggy necks, and she watches Sir Maurice as he flehee steadily every Itch of the stream. Out where Sir Maurice stands the stream dances on gayly, and plays over the atones, and splashes and sparkles where the sun - beanie touch, and there Is a sweet, soothing sound of rushing water, and n murmur end a bum of birds and 10- stets around. "In him!" odes Sir Maurice, with a shout ; and G psy springs to lea feet, and the primroses fall in a blower to the ground. Whizz goes the line running off the reel, the rod strained to its utmost teneio i In the first wild drive. Sir Mau lee gives one d Halted look to eee If Gipsy has a good view, and then devotes his whole attention to playing his fish, " 1a must ho a beauty 1" cries I forgetting that he cannot !tear a word. Her pyre sparkle, her cheeks flush I with excitement, es the Deli dashes up stream and down inreittn, and tries by every artifice to get rid of the very un!1 terms customer he has mnnegetl to tweeter. For thirty m'nutes he fights hard I for his life; and then Olpsy can e00 h1m, as Sir Maurice reels in Inch by Inch of line, and the slivery, shhdug creature rolls over slowly, and 'duel, with a wild plunge, dashes awn; agnln. Ia ten mhmtes more he Ia on the bank, gasping telt Inet gasps, with his captor admiring and leen• tally weighing him. "Sixteen pounds, I n.m mire! And 111d you enjoy It all, Gipsy 7" "Oh, yce! And didn't he play hard? Such a beauty he le, too 1" says Gipsy, admiringly. Yes, we must Noma lam up to the house at once. They are no gond 11 they are not burled when Just out of the venter. I wit' Rare another try, for I Raw 0110 rise under the oak tree, You are not tired of watch- ing, darling?" I like G.""That's nh right. Now, what about that luttclleoa-abasket you pro -1 Inked to bring?" Gipsy fetches the basket, and to- gether they lay the table -clots. on an ofd tree slump, and have their luncheo n, wl:h the dogs sitting round, watching for their share. Sir Maurice looks at Gipsy and an les, anti she returns has glance with a sweet look from her serious eyes, a reverent, trusting eepreseion that nlwnys remands him 001 droudly of the look that he never 04105 to any 1 but a dog's eyes. "Why ehoeld Ibe Em blessed' '7" lie e, kg, agile, and retailed out hie ban( towards hers. "O1,, tilpoy, to think that for 1111 m;; life I nm to have Iyou always will& me!"—pressing her small ilagers tltchtly ; ,1(111 the rosy color Goode her fags as her eyes sink till the long lashes hide thein. "Sing to me,' he says, with fond' Imperiousness; and sho sings to leer sweet, rich voice—the sante lovely voice that her young another alarm- ed hearts with long ago. "Anil forever and forever, Ae•tong as the river flows, As long as hearts have passloum, As long as life has woes," , Flags Gipsy, aril paters abruptly, ne. a great stamen lhrowe himself clean out of the water n $tone's throw (00211 wileme they are sittlug, "1 will throw a fly over ham," says I Sir Maurice, tieing and picking up hie rod. But throwing a fly 1s one thing and hooking a 11511 another. Sir Maurice bas nu more luck that afternoon; and by and by, Im reel$ up his Inc and he and Gipsy walk hone slowly together In the sunlight, and they talk of their future life together, of all the years to come, the long Me- nem they hope to live together at Drtlmanecn Castle, "No ono could have made me half so happy as you," Sir Maurice says. "'No one in the wide, wide world would have suited me half so well ns my little Gipsy;" and he look down into the beauty of her face. The corners of her mouth dip and i dimple with coming laughter. "Ami do you remember all the stupid things I used to do, and how 'hocked you used to be, Matinee 7" "I don't remember anything, ex- 1 eept that you 'old you loved me," he answers, laughing, too. ".and what a sweet little Lady Dermot you will make. I mean to have a , lull -length picture painted of you, Gamy," Gipsy raises grave eyes, and take• n long look at hie farce; she can eee the grave, (Inn outline ne he' look. away up at the tower of hie ancestral home, Turnlag suddenly, moved by a sub - 00 magnetism, that tells him a certain pair of eyes are upraised 1 to Itis, ho stulles a fond, tender $tnllc, "Why, no grave, my Gipsy Queen 7" —laying his hand upon her shoulder. A thousand thoughts struggle in her speaking face, and yet the words aro slow to come. "What ie It, dear? Don't be afraid say anything to me;" and his voice i Is low and soft, "Matinee,' she whispers, almost may, "do you know, I am afr'tld I am not good and clever enough Lo be I like your mother, Somebody who knows all about things. I am so lg- mrant, and 00 afraid of people.' (To be Continued.) OH, THOSE MEN ! WHAT A PLAGUE TO TILE WOMEN 1 Did you ever chance to run up against the man whose way did not 1 "1(i Ill' u er:at ata1" r " I know him, I knew him;' (.:1111 a II bright woman to me not long 511100 In answer to that question. " I've heard his history Ircan Ills youth up tree and over. Ive heard It in the seclusion of any dr;tiving-root, awl at •a petit diner a deux. Iknatw all about his piles, hie illsippdntmeuts, hid J earnings, for tyaupatbly. Oh, do, do evatto a piece about ham." 1 fr! hero goat tvttlt n rename shot at the uuauprecieted, misunderstoodhunbante I 110 Is numerous, as omnipresent all ,Bat:quo's gla at. You neat ham In ovary ',trete. 1i' ,think., hie cine is as trifle harder than any other hematite HO anus s1( young when it Married. JIo ill not h-noea his own mine. He 1uddenlly wakened and tumid he wee ant:understood. ,Ills (0,fe is at exeel- lout woman. And rush n good mother. But there it 511011 11 huduty In his lie. There le a void that ought not to be. Now, If he had hail a wife like you. I .would be willing to bet some- thing liaudw,ne that every woman who rends this will say• : " R'hy, I be- lieve aahn mean) Mr. S, and 5.,. That's }ma the way he talked to 'i'he fleet husband Icier aunt who era0 ant appro.:he l had married his landbuiy ie daeghter. The last—let Isle see—what was the trouble with the last 7 Ah, yes, hie antis did not like the ranee of his nese 11 1111 wanted film to wear his hair ,pompadour in - But really the worse sufferer of Rha two was the nun with Ilia noes Who felt that its wife did not ap- preciate his good points and who was looking about for some philanthroplo Italy Wee would. I'vo often wondered, sir, what you would say !1 you could actually look Into the ueurt and read the mind of the woman to whom you turn for consolation when you feel you are not appreciated at home. Doesn't 1t ever 'recur to you that that woman 1e etudying you very much as 0 eaturaltel studies an in- tact? "Here's another nue," she is saying; "Hew like the last one he is. Why, he has got the very same for- lorn droop of the mouth—pathetic, he thinks It Is—yes, he sighs Just like the other- Ile stye precisely what that Met naeundereleod husband said. Same genus—was hoping I lied found something rare, but it's the same old epseimen after all" Doesn't It ever occur to you that the woman le la ughleg at you—laugh- ing at your stupidity, your weeknoes, yunr v.tuhy? 1 suppose not. lour egoll:'.m is so supreme ; you fancy you have but to pour out your com- plaints of your wife's coldness, her lack of appreciation, her failure to "understand" your wonderfully com- plex and profound nature, and the wqman who listens will console you without any queetlon ; Indeed, with thanks for tho distiction. Now, let mo tell you soniething. A menslble, eluate, honest woman tuns not a particle of respect for the man who com1)1.1m to her of iris wife. elle may listen—yes, a roman sometimes enjoys Bering a mat make a fool et Mewl:. But In her heart etre despises Itim. I11 tell you the sort of unhappy m ailed mem a fine woman admires and pities—the man who is married to a tool but who 1e too proud to talk about It. Ile bears his burden bravely and unoompin111 ugly. He treats hie silly little wife with re- spect and speeke always with defer- ence of her Ile le not deceiving the world one little bit, and in hie heart he knows he is not. It im dangerous bucbners—tits as - !megaton of the role of consoler ex- traordinary to mleuntlorslood hue - bandit I knew a girl once whet went in for that fort of thing. She nIsreve ons interested In some each a ttresoms. Q sorstsons, Jwliit 0" ❑11 terrible tragedy for tach a bril- liant, brainy fellow to be chained to Hitch a stupid dreg. The whole world night know everything he ever toed to her. Oh, dear, yes; she simply irympatltized with him and un- derstootl'hin and went to luncheon with hint. Only very evil-minded people could nee the slightest harm In their iriendialp. Well, that girl fetched up In a divorce court no a co-respondent. have not the nllghtest doubt of her Innocence, but elle had been doing ooneo1((1on 'tante, and sho had to pay- for her lndlecrotlons. Mieenderetood hu'b:uuls, do you un- derstand your wives? Bo you, un- appreciated tar, ever take time to get acquatintedl with the woman who liven In your house? Of comae, when you were married you were going to love through all eternity. Al, well, eternity to a long time, no you soon discovered. Your girl woo an angel ; your wife 1a only a woman. You understood your angel—oho was always to drift on roan -colored clouds through gold- en 111110011e to the continual crying of cherubim and orraphim. lent golden ,unehine 1)1111 roseate delete do not harmonize with bread and butter. Lipo to too hard and prmle for nngcts and eternal love. And thio yelling of 13:1 11103 l' not so 1100110 no the conga of seraphim. When did your angel become a wo- man and cave to understand sou? 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