HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Blyth Standard, 1903-02-05, Page 3GIPSY'S 11ARRJA6E
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"No, Sibyl ; Uncle Den told me yo
were fiend," Gipsy say,,, 801, mol
thinking of the agony that the knot
ledge had coot her, and of all sur
rots' and tears that had (*.Howe,
A haat look roues ever
fare.
"So ho told you that ? Well, I sup
pose it was best; and I often wis
1 was dead 1"
And then sho buret into a tit o
weeping—tire hardly -shed tears of
'insurable Peart—at the touch o
Gipay''s ((p8 on her cheek,
-My dear sister, how very love!
you are!' Sibyl says, half seely, look
Ing pt her younger sister's bright
glowing beauty. 'And you are Lad
Dermot! 1 saw your marriage 1
the papers, dear, and I have prays
every night since that you nigh
be happy."
"Apt) 1 am happy," the young wit
Hays, softly, with a proud, tea
der light In her eyes. "0h, Sihyl
you will know how happy 1 an
when you have scot Maurise 11"
"Yee, dear!"
'they look into each othor'e lace
for a second. There in a sad yearn
tug expresse;l in Sibyl's, while h
Gipsy's earnest eyes 11es n flues
tion site flares hardly ask --the stye
tory of her sister's life. Tho two
faces are so like, yet eo unlike—
one with ell the freshness of youtl
and beauty, with r(ehnees of cul
oring, and, above all, the stamp o
happiness and contentmuent; the
ether, young, too, and so like 0
feature—the eyes and mouth the
endue; end eke, too, has the SUM
ourly,.ehort hair. it le 0l'psy'tflave
,
but only as It would look with all
the IIght and Joy and gladness
stamped int.
"Anal I was like you once," sibyl
myth mournfully, a look of anguish
homing Into her great dark eyes;
and for a second she turns away,
and her' hands hide her fare.
Gipsy watches her, with teare in
her own eye*. She Is half -afraid of
this new, 8041 Sibyl, so unlike the
fond, loving companion of old. Site
looks down through the glade of
the wood.
"Maurice will soot come. Irow,
surprised he will be. And, Sibyl, you
will tell me, then, won't you, why
you never wrote or came home ?"
tlbyl'e fuse is scarlet when site
totals round.
'Gip*y', you must never tell your
husband I ant alive, never let him
know you have met me. Do you
lmtlerstaod 1 Promise mc. I am
dead, you Imo!—dead, dead. Heaven
Im(01%H 1 wish' I was!" elle winds up,
paselcsnately, laying her hands on
Gipsy's shoulders. "IVhen you hear
what I have to tell, then you will
wish I bad been Indeed dead and
buried, 11 our husband, 1 Macy,
would not feel very grateful to hie
wife's relatlree If they brought dis-
graoo on hie family,' site. says, with
an hysterical hob, speaking very
fast and looking Moho Gipsy's trou-
bled face. which has suddenly turn-
ed crimson—the young wife seems
to hear Sir Maurloe's voice saying
again that he oonld never Io•give
t her 1f she brought any disgrace on
the proud old panto of Dermot.
l.'()OI) BLOOD
u' Very sorrowfully and sadly 8110
Y, licks into 81hyl's eyes,
'- "I hate molt kept anything front
- 1 Maurice before-,' Gipsy 11)10.
1. She feels afraid of this wilt -cps!
8 wentlm 11, W11080 811010 1110 11111 lml
Well] to be n. protest against son
- terrible wrong. The Joy of the sudd
it reunlor, Is damped 1,y the etrangen
of the mooting and the nl,latery th
f scums to overlie lig the p tot 1'fe of I
11 10(8ttr Gipsy trembles siightly, a
f (.02110(11iag Tike a presentiment con
to her. Little enough elle dreams th
Y her' next few' ward44 will 11y the fol
- dation of all the agony and misery
Mr own alter -lila.
"If you do not want to meet 111
Y riot, We 1(1u1 better comae away,"
he d says. doubtfully, look:na; wistfully
t the limn 4101011 1Ile open guide In t
wood, and wlr.hing almost that
o spite oe Sibyl she could see his 101
t•• known figure, and then there 1001
l0 11 1( en;l of concealment; she 2(e
1 Only Fey-, "here Is Sibyl," and s
knows and feels, with a great thr
of tendcrneas, that she may trust t
s revrt to hie love. Little she thinks ho
•
(efferent It may all be if he diresc01
—how her life enet hie will be alter
by this one e)rcumetonce.
12( a smote! Sybil has caught 11
hand and dragged her away threat
the tnagled bracken and hranrbi
1 dcsip tato the wood, puslriing tvl
'mate and Impatien to through t
f thlek undergrowth of hazel tree
and Gipsy follows her half relu
1 tautly,
'Chey are hardly out of sight wit
Slr Maurice appears, walking brisk
up the grade ; lightly he springs 00
the rustic gate w)lerion Gipsy 11
leen perched, welting for him, I
very foot resting on liar spray
0rimeom leaves lying on the gran
and there 13 nothing to tell hint
the near presence of hie wife — not
leg to whisper to him of the begl
'ling of their trouble.
Swiftly he aro/tees the wide. Ile
and dieappoare In the dim dletan
whllo his wife efts among the t10
and fern, looking gravely in
Sibyl's facto. The sunt mite suddenly
a rel haze, and tho wood grows gra
ani dark, and still Gipsy listens t
the long, dreary story of Slbyt'! br
ken life.
It is a common enough sto
though very pathetic and pitiful tol
by the gtrl'e own 11pe. It 18 the of
okl *tory of a 010411an'8 faith and
man's faithlessness, too much true
on the one ode and broken volas and
heartiersneee on the other.
"Ani then," whispers Sibyl, In
low voce, looking straight into 10
eheilotve creeping up slowly throng
the trees, and catching her treat
as the end of her lite -history get
very' near, "he said we were to b
married."
Poor girl ! Even yet what a work
of teucterness Is expressed In he
words! But the tenderness le 0111
momentary ; her lore, even tonus aro
very steady as she goes on, and It 1
tansy's barrio' breathing that can bf
heard 1110 Sibyl 01178, calmly, with such
unoon88(I01I8 pathos In the few- word*
"And i believed in him."
"Ana then "" w•111>p(u'e (;il>ey, \vitt
hot tears rolling down her cheeks,
Sibyl sus o, steadily 111 the 84(184
dreary voice:
ng
would never let me write to
you. lie saki that, for many
reason*, our marriage must be kopt
mel et. Don't cry, Gipsy—please don't,
dear; It w'on't do 1uly good,"
" 1 emit help It," nobs (((((7, reril-
izing nue truth of . Ib l's own words
--dolt it trout) ,ji.0e been bet ,r,
Milord, had site been really dead.
Sibyl's toter. 0! perfectly unnr,ve,l
as, she rea.•h:v fat sunnier Frt., un
agony In hat. slul'y.
"Tien nth; baby 41 (0 horn."
"Oh, Site r'-01(4(1 n. g ep and a
quick thr111 of Re: mettle ; and Gipsy
seizes her sister's hand, and looks
with loving endemism to the
white, alerted Mee. She iv longing
to ask n hundred questions, but dates
sol ; and sho only hooka dumbly' at
ho *e1 mouth and (8essioente, herd
eyes.
'He walled for thea, end thou lie
left me. lie canto and kissed ate, and
left me with life child ht m;,- arms;
011(1--;tui-1 have never' seen hint
liner," The hard vola). breaks It little;
but the (,roes o1 calmly stili: "Don't
snake me cry, Gipsy ; I want to tell
'(181
811. nem. 8 t
Long flit,
h rtvanl
some
111
1>' 1
n wrote a letter t0 me to say
that I had never bee11 married : and
01,er tint 1 fill dl end airiest died—
only for my baby, t should. 00,
1;1(45y-, pray lhai yon may Hetes eynn
hear of sorrow Kuri, 118 mine.!"
" And your rill; r.',il t ?" milts Gipsy,
iu a choked voice.
"lIo is elite and well," Sibyl an-
swers, with no visible tenderness in
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friends In London."
There Is something' t1 her tone
which forbids further questioning,
and Gipsy feels this.
"Th0 10118 you know- 11 10111 me rho
better," Sibyl 1,40(•4 011. "1 came only
because 1 must 01'' 1110 niln I drought
ds was my husband."
of For 8. moment tau' misery In her
11; race gives plus), to something almost
of likes holm.
11- "T1tey spcke w'lih a strong Scotch
11- 0000111 rut that hotel; 111111, Gipsy,
sometimes. I think, could It have been
Id Scotland after all t"—;til 1 have often
ole, thought, If I could sec him again,
re lc might all come right. '1 would do
to anything he 1(800(1, s tbnitt to 11 ny-
h1 Allege for the boy's sake," she, cries,
Y pul4Slonatefy ; anti the ere In her eyes
o I8 drowned suddenly with tears.
e- "Heaven help are, I love bhu so !"
she wails. "Aryl; 1 think 1 could bear
7 ; nayt111 1014 only to a00 Ins taco again.
(11 1)h, Paul, Paul 1"
a I'Tete !" echoes Gipsy, trembling
from h408! to foot es the recollection
t
of lolonel Bryaus face on the (fret
night of their meeting hashes actress
her.
"Yea, Paul Bryan," Sybil say*; "1
e found out by chance that he w living
Il ' 11111! here, "Do you know him. Gipsy?"
It "Trw; he Is coming to a hall at our
11 house to -night," Gipsy wtye, and knits
e her brows for a seated. Then, an if
i taking a sudden resolution, she turns
! a. lovely', blushing face to her sister.
r "8111,-1, let mo tell Maurice ; he will
Y know what had hotter be done. If
eyou only knew him --s(1 kind and good
to everyone,"
! But Sibyl will not 110110 of It. Sir
I Maurice Dermot and everyone must
remain in ignorance of her being in
1 existence.
"Let mo be dead !" she cries, hit-
, terly.
, Very reluctantly Gipsy promisee,
8401(111):111 the time that it would be
indes'orib11bl7 comforting to whisper
1 the while, story to her husband, with
his 811•oug hand holding lyre.
The .shadows are more than shad-
ows.) when they say a lingering good-
night.
,t stall see him to -night !" whisper!!
Sibyl, brokenly. "I trust to you,
Gipsy; you must manage to lot me
WO him."'
"Yee" promise* Slimy, and walks
home In the gloaming by herself,
with only' one wieli—flat she could
tell all to Maurice the moment she
meets 111111.
CIIAT'TE1( XXIV.
Li;hts everywhere—the usually dint
old rooms of Drumanoen Castle scent
all aglow. Lights shine on the pol-
i0h,x1 floor, on the pictures nod the
flowers, and on Gipsy Doming down
the wide old staircase, a v1111on of
pale yellow silk null gauze caught
back w•itji gluh'e do Dijon roses. A
very charming picture she looks
index! — a dainty little lnIstreeo
for this grand old house. Iter
cheers aro pato to -night; but her
mammy brown sarin 1118:18 00 color;
111(1 only her haslet nil 1101'100(1 tint
her eyes look tire!.
"You 100(0151 too far, Gipsy," ho
8(178, egrveying her with proud ad-
miration ; 'and it won't do to look
tired before the deeming bogie*,"
1 Iler mouth trembles, and the dark
17(0 look lovingly into his. If she
could only tell Ido about Sibyl
"I ran away from school with him
nasi 100 t1'a.veiled on, and on, and on
all the nigh(. Olt, Gipsy, (tipsy, I
trusted hint so! lie sail 100 wero go-
ing to ecotlend—that before morn-
ing the ahou be 1n n Scotoh town ;
anal, if I missal as les wife in that
ckiuntry,lt would be ns binding 11s any(
church ceremony ; and so--" In
spite of a -1l her self-control, the
words get very tre111111orle mor ; elle
turns away her qubvoring face and
droops her head. "We passed as man
(11111 wife, Gipsy," she says, se low
that Gipsy eau hardly hear the smo-
thers( words.
"Arad *(1 70(1 were, Sibyl," sale says,
eagerly. "1 have read a Scotch story,
and in that It was stated that such
a course would be legally binding,"
00, the misery and shame on the
poor, colvuls-0d face that turn* to
her fur one second!
'It was not Scotland!" and then
these fails a silence broker only by
Gipsy'* uncontrollable weeping.
Sibyl sits tearless, with woe -filial
Pyre looking into vacancy; and It is
she who *peaks fret.
"IIo deceived me -1 w2(* 80 young,
so ignorant ; and then we 'travelled
from place to pleat 12( Scotland af-
terward ; and, Gipsy, I was de hap-
py ; and le—he loved me then 1"
with one backward glance at her
tool's paradise, and a sigh for the
happinoe* that can never be hers
this side of eternity ngaiu. "For a
whole year I believed I was 1118
wife, and I don't believe any one In
he wide world was no happy as
. 1ly only trouble wile 11148t he
this moment, as he stands beside
her with this tender look tut 1118
face 1
"What pretty little curls!" 110
A BED TIME STORY.
Written Especially for the Little Folk
G? Jack Slatting.)
mauuay' .W111 Bele 61110010k1 tend
the Tiny Bear resile for Ited, lei
hough lir Mil take!! them up Shit's
nod 11008 ins rest. But it lakes:1
one time 19 put two lithe 141(111.0
to hued hough Bruin, of course,
rioter guns oat wi11d! atenlega, and
8.0 he tarter had t0 hurry hie work.
I know some boys aria girls who
play th;t1 they ere henry when heti
time 0011100. They seem io ihielt
that tee principal thing 11 I3,01'
does is to growl. Now, that i111'1
right 111 all, and if folks are going
to telly that they ere beard 'they
ought
O
It L
11 •
,1
I t fair and
square.
Mars
only gu olvl when they 11111(10):
brads hue 1111.010 *VW 1 real beer
with a ,.ore Mal yet. lnlway lit-
tle 1)41)10 110000 growl whcii Dui
time comes since little boys Dna
girl+ piny that they aro herrn, lit-
tle 18.1108 plry that (hey Ura i11 -
(l0 hogs and girls, and 'lunge Brain
pla30 that ho Is a big man. They
ploy lute of games Ilke people, bet
they 840111 10 like to play "It 11'
beet of neytIlIng. llough Brute le
the policeman, and Tiny Bean• and
8!horlocks, the llueve0, 15011 tlhealoset
the jail. Tiny 10',r goes to the
dreeeer, and then he 8hont1, "1
sloie a rii(unond rIng I stole 11
(011 mond ring;' ani Bough liru'u1
JnMnp; 1, i him. Int putt before he ems
there They scrambles under the bed.
Rough Bruin goes after hint Tiny
gets out the other side, 112(11 turns
x somersault over the top of the
bed. Then Fllverlcks shouts, "1
01010 a lady's purse, 1 stole it lady's
purse," ail Bough Bride hurries af-
ter her. Bet she skits out of the
room and tarn off the light Ile
8110 goee, and then sh0 1114140 0 1( tui
00110 clothe_e in noellu'r closet be.
fore Rough Bruin can find tam elec-
tric light button 111 the dark. Then
h0 Minh,+ high and low everywhere
841 in Ilio right prune. AL first They
keeps (inlet, but he gets tired of
being hfl oat of the fun, and comes
to see 1011111 Is (101((41 on. Presently he
laughs because Rough Bruin le su
stupid. Then ltottah Bruin pounces
on him and hauls him off to Jall,
]lough Bouin laughs, and Sliver -
looks laughs. and she gives h0r-
nelf away, too, cud she 11118 to hunt
n new ((hien, too. Bough Bruin gets
Tiny into Jo 11 in a hurry, and hurtle!
after Bltvcrlodte. But the closet dour
doasm'l !.hut well, and before Rough
Bruit gets back Tiny IS oat again,
and before Tiny 1s caught Sllver-
looke he out, too.
Alter a while, Rough Brain 8'nys,
"Aro we to have a dunce to -night,"
and both the little ones sliced
"Yes, yes." No Mewl Bruin reaches
for and gets, his violin. (hal Tiny and
slherlocks deem, and Rough Bruin
plays, 1.4011101.1 1003 Rough Bruin
1111 11008 and plays, too. They ]rove n.
Jolly good time together. One night.
Tiny ]tear mild:
"I'apn (Jd you make the fiddle?"
"No, Tiny"
"11'rile 11,00144 did you get it,
"184 you want tt kn0w'?" 11(1041
Rough Bruin.
"les," Keil bulk little ones at
� ou0e.
''11 -11,' eael 1101)41Bruin, "Justus
sono as you are in 1851, ((18(418 16'1(1
1 tell yoy ell 11110111 11."
llough Bruin had to make 'ISO,)-
I say !!'s prny'cre oyer 11111—he sal(1
them eo Inst. 1.4.!1‘.1,..1:1then it was
hardly n Jiffy until both the little
(42(08 were In the cribs.
else ( Pe>v
Bruin n * aha "Once,
when , 1 was Inst a young beer, 1
(4101 11ultmg fur a new berry patch
mad 1 tp41 ever so far (levity from
here. 0118 aftelefoon I wan trulk-
Ing in the 100041-, when '1 lntnlled
i8 !
(00(1'0 g tint 1 thought 1111181 be
goo! to trot. It e hint smell like
tweet' or 11er0108 or porridge, o1
anything' like your mother 1101 008.
1 inns (mite hungry, s0 I went to
NCO what it g180. 1 1.401 ell a 1;00111
1 pile of baskets piled up on a 1a-
, lin. There wasn't nnyboly near,
but i ithonght they didn't quite look
Ilke, bear:,' baskets. 1 opened otmeef
1 thorn, (tai O! you ought to have
! 80011 the nice thieg4 to it. I tasted
some, of the thherr, and they were
afetal thh141.4 1 ever ate. Then
I looked through nil 11: a other h(1s-
0rte and put the thtnge I didn't
tytlnl on the ground, When I had
enough to eat I wandered 011 awl
came to a platform, where there
were ever 1,0 many people. 1 tons
1((1.0001 at first, but I wanted to
('ay" thanks to the people for the
Mee things I had taken' out of their
hn8ket8. Some of the people were
sitting 'trrund under the trees,
trims otbere were playing violins
(01 the platform and some more
people were dlneing there. The
111 m '(0 (8118 the hest 1 wag* heard,
Tot never know what playing is
till you hear people play;' said
Rough Bruhn. "Beare really don't
keo ' how to play at all,
"%Sell, first of all, when I got
near 1 forgot about saying 'Menlo:.
i stood and lislrncd. Then the.
Itlosl in my toms began to tingle,
and I started dd'(-n to dance, 100.
but filet then some Oce /screamed:
"'0, here's a bear! O, here's a
bear!!' and everyone else screamed;
and ran ;oval', as if frightenedBut
no one 1.11000 tune so frightened as
1 was," laughed 'trough Bruin. "I
rv(1s su (righltened I couldn't run.
"I thought they would 0on(e heel:
•1n(1 kill me, but no one came hark.
Thru I event (101011 to '110 pla (form
and danced a little myself. Then 1
81101 t11t8 violbi laying there, an.l
1 thought 1'11 like rt, so 1 brought
[t home stilt mc."
Maniple' Muff say's she fumes that
the next time Plough Bruin goes to
p11. piano, icnh', hi, will bring home a
says, fondly, touching her 001111
lightly. "1 never Dow any one with,
hair like yours, darling."
She le on the point of s(1yi1g that
Sfbylx' hair is Just the some, bat
remembers suddenly, and stands
crimson and silent, thinking of poor
Sibyl, who will, by and by (40 croucle
tug 02( the terrace outside to try
to 1411011 one glimpse of Colonel
Bryan.
(To be Continual.)
Ilk '108lnuonIII 1.
Iiow do you like your new ty'pe-
vriter'," Inquired the agent.
"It's grawnd," 51(1(8 Lha; immediate an-
swer. "I wonder how L ever got on
without it."
„11'111, w'ouli you Mind giving ate
a little testin>ulal to that 411(511?"
"('ertah,ly not ; do it gladly." leo
he rolled up his sleeves, and h1 nn
In0•ellj,ly short time pounded out
this:
":titer using lir anit(ua, l tag
llacka:tion n type writ, er for lire
!month an 11 Over. 1 unhesaltotingly
p10uoce. It lobe al even more than
the Manufacturers Claim? for it
During' the time been In p(ssessloe r(.
11, err 10011111 8111 01 has more that
18,141 for itself in t114e 811ving of It
an dlelror.—dohs L. (ebbs.'
"There 300 are, sir."
"TIM said sai41 the agent, and nerst.
gn(001y went away, -
Il,ol to ('hieago Hot( 1 ti•e14.
t'1r1,•hlud Leach,
Perhaps the only Imre way to
avoid tieing creamated in a Chicago
hotel le to engage 11 room next to
the fire e50ape and then sit 1p ail
night on the ground (loot' with the
stoat door open.
A:011 11011 1Y in(Iem,
Ju1:4 (1 1'000-11'1101'44 11 bachelor,
pa ?
1Ir. I'ek--.1 bitehllor, ray son, ie
man who 01111 MOH l0 811.1x14 1118 11:11-
11111e0,4 fur :1 gold brick,—('hi;^t go
3108.
DIZZY SPELLS AND
ACHING HEAD
Tell of Shrivelled Arteries and Exhausted Nerves They
Warn You of Approaching Paralysis or Collapse ))r -
Chase's Nerve Food the Most Potent Nerve Restorer.
The sufferer from nervous head -
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a victim of vertigo or paralyeis, for
these symptoms trill of depleted nerve
mete and a wasting of vigor and
vitnllt,y,
Otho• Indications of nervous ex-
lmustlon aro troubles of eight, 1101008
In the ears, Starks before the 0yee,
stomach troubles, sleeplessness, told
hands and feet, restlee.nes8, (11i1(t-
hilite, Weakened memory-, lark of
energy and enthusiasm, tnusrulnr
Weakness, fainting spells, bodily pains
and aches, and tired, languid and
despondent feelings.
Nervous dlsaases Ore most din -art-
ful to contemplate because of the
frequency with which they end In
p1arelysie, locomotor ataxia, epilepsy,
insablty. A(1 muyrul)nt of Die body
or Ile metuberH is eonlroll01 by the
nerves, and hence it follows that
p0 relyels of 80111e 10rn1 18 the nat-
ure! ronsrguenee of exhausted and
dr/Meted nerves.
Pr. ('hnsm'u Nerve Food cure* dizzy
('1)01111, headaches (111d all eymp10(1)8
of nervous exhaustion by actually
Increasing the quantity and quality 1
of the blood end creating new n,vyn
! force.
etre. ilann, No. R Leonard avenue,
Toronto, says: "For a number of
years I have been troubled with
w-0vlkness awl fainting spr11)4, n1.05-
; 011e,
( 05-
o11e, ei11; 11011111011108, and, in furl, fns.
nervous system seemed to be In an
rxhoastet condition. Langu1d, dr-
pressing footings would coni" torr me
at. 1411,•4, and 1 would become
cou):,g)d and drelIoOlrtll.
yours,' or trentmeul with, Dr. 1'.ase'e
7t, arra Fool (do not hesitate to pro-
louaae it 11 5,10111101 ntrdirioe for
weakmrss of 11II kinds. It hos I 1100
of great benefit to me, f0- my nerves
aro m111'II 81'1111100, 1.1111 dizzinaa4 and
fainting rprll4 ut Inngrr trouble ale,
mel my system has Ilion generally
milt up."
Br r0ting vela' Wright while uslnpg
I'r. ('ba04'* Nerve Food ,you can
prove that healthy, solid flesh and
firm mus01es are Ixeiug added to the
holy. f;radually had certainly the
system i* Will up, and 871111)(0)15 of
dl8rase give way to health, strength
and vigor. 50 cents a box, 0 boxes
for 1112.50, at all dealers, or Edelen-
sou, Eaton & Co., Toronto,