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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1910-03-17, Page 71. - THS NalMtxilsM TIMES,, ,MARQR 17 1y1Q. 7 w., ERT J?AYSON H viJME trE 6W01762'fBRO VtURST ._"Aiwyn Bennett!" "How silly!" "Not on your life! Words of wisdom :from the young—that's what it is. Go ahead and marry Bennett. Be a sport find say 'Yes.' Why don't you want to marry him?" , "For any one of a million reasaos. First of' all, he never asked me to." i "Maybe he's scared to. But If he (wasn't stuck on you he wouldn't be !hanging around here every day an [going everywhere with you the way hi (does. I'll bet $9 he's"— ! "Mr. Bennett!" the butler announced: l'Brother and sister stared guiltily at reach other. i "Speaking of angels"— muttered Per. lry. But Dallas had already turned to welcome the visitor. Alwyn Bennett at first glance [lad Tittle to distinguish him from the av+ ierage good looking young man abort itown. But a closer observer would have noticed a firmness about the( shapely mouth, an honesty and strength ;cf purpose about the eyes, a genera! fair of latent power that lay unawak. .erred beneath the jolly,. purposeless! ;exterior. No crisis had yet called forth }any special manifestation of this pow* ler, and meanwhile Bennett was cons tent to loaf through an existence that (:thus far had been decidedly pleasant The only son of a widowed mother Oho advised and spoiled him, more [than comfortably well oftfrom the *rent fortune amassed by his dead fay ether, possessed of a social position nn. assailable and equally fortunate in }that mysterious quality that spells PoP ty—ail these ulari gifts had saved Alwyn Bennett the trouble of fighting Rife's battle or showing who might bd !iwithin his reach. "Good old Bennett!" hailed Perry. tt"We were just talking about you." make me solid with ber, eh? Well, I guess. All I ask is a statt, and, you'll find a whole lot of cripples slower than .I'll be. If they're walking over I might wander out, sort of aimless -like and happen to meet 'em. Maybe that's a bum idea? Good old me!" Full of his Machiavellian scheme, the lad bolted through the long win- dow and was gone. "Dallas," began Bennett, without preamble, "you must surely know why I'm here today. You've seen that pare - graph in the"— "I have. seen It," site answered quietly: Taken aback by her manner, Bennett hesitated an instant; then asked nerv- ously: "The—the rumor isn't true, Dallas? Tell me it Isn't." "Why shouldn't it be true?" she coun- tered perversely, as though not wholly sorry to witness the new look her words called to his face. The look deepened as Bennett continued: "You don't love Gibbs? Surely you don't love him?" The French windows swung wide, breaking off her reply. CHAPTER IL WYN BENNETT turned sharp - L lyy toward the window, angry at the interruption, but Perry Wainwright, ushering two la- dies in from the veranda, inet his scowl with a wink of triumph. "Not so bad, eh?" called the boy. "Met them as they were turning into the drive. You see"— "Oh," observed the younger of the two women -a pretty, flower faced girl who since her entrance into the room had been engaged in exchantrlug de- lighted greetings with Dallas. "So you . came to meet us? You said you just happened"— "Did I?" asked Perry in deep amaze- ment. "Well, well! The fact is, 1 wanted t� do something startling in honor of meeting you, so I told my ,first lie. I"— "Don't mind him, Cynthia!" laughed Dallas. "He's taken that way ,quite often." "Oh, it's his usual pace, then?" queried Miss Garrison innocently. "I thought perhaps he was just warming up." "And now," pursued Dallas, taking possession of Cynthia, much to Perry's disgust, "tell me all about yourself. Have"— "There isn't much to tell. But there's going to be. I'm going to work.", "Worlc? What for?" "For a living, of course." "Not really." "Yes, isn't it ridiculous?" broke in Mrs. Bennett, a sweet little old lady who now found her first chance to edge in a word amid the general vol- ley of talk. "But Cynthia is set on doing it." "Why shouldn't I? I haven't a dol- lar, and there's a theory that one must live." "But what are you going to do?" ask- ed Dallas. "I don't know. I have a pretty good education. I shall find something. I— Dallas, I think your brother is giving us it!' high sign of some sort." "I am!" declared Perry. "I just wanted to tell you there's a surprise waiting for ybu. Two surprises in one kennel. Want to see 'em?" "What Is he talking about?" queried Cynthia, appealing to Dallas for light on 'the mystery. "About Betty and Prince Charlie," re- torted Perry, "Your two Boston ter- riers that I bought. Want to see 'em?" "Oh, the darlings! Of course I do. Where are they?" "Come along and I'll show you. 'The darlings,' eh? '!'alk like that makes me wish 1 was n dog." r :i "Don't de- ai" s r P suggest- ed est - "d ed Cynthia. "Maybe you'll grow." Still puzzling vaguely as to the meaning of this cryptic ut- terance, Perry followed Miss Garrison from the room, a grin of satisfied am bitton wreath- ing his tanned face. "To think of poor little Cyn - s: thia having to go to work!" ottoaaecl lIlf tb ferry t sighed Dallas, uart-laof, f'rovtt ?hal! looking after room. them. "One Would as soon think of putting a but- WO ut-ted ' into harness. Is it true she has no money left?" "I'm afraid it's only too true," att. rlWered Mrs. Bennett. "Iter father lost everything itt speculating, go was cashier of the Israel Putnam Trust Company acid afterward president. fie" She paused M the office door opened and Thompson, the secretary, Came into the roof'. At sight of Mrs. Bee - nett nett he seotned about to turn back; but, changing his purpose' trotted, t0 the Dallas Wafnterlght.. "Good!" answered Alwyn. "Any- thing Any•thing is better than indifference, What Were you saying about me?' "You tell him, Dallas!" grinned the boy, "BO gtiietl" whispered his sister, ilushing with vexation. "Then I'll tell for myself," !vont on Perry gleefully. "I was just asking her"— Seeiltg the girl's confusion. Bennett quickly changed the subject by Inter- rupting: nterrupting: "My mother will be over here In a Pew imitates, Dallas. She IS bringing Along a guest of ours, who sa lis ,roti and she Were chains fit school—Ml'.iss Oarrlsea." "('err r - • ' , . I'll be ever that ri�ttl.on, Olt !1 so glad to sats Inv uitntn! 1"-- "1 know who Cilie is!" 'tried Perry, ;refilsithg to he snubbed. "Ther say iehe'a n gergeetits looker, i''.'hr t her kennel rrae tinder the ...r' tiier I bought !n hot two pet-w+i'rm,n torrieret, '-sasie.tv..(tel Prince. be that won't table and began to look for some docu- uieuts he had failed to gather up. "What was the rest of the story about Mr. Garrison?" asked Dallas, really interested in the older woman's recital. Thompson's papers supped through his lingers and went skidding across the polished floor. The others looked •tronnd in surprise. "Excuse me!" muttered the secre- 'ary as be stooped to gather up the documents. "Very awkward! I'm Corry." He went on arranging the scattered papers in his usual unobtrusive silence, effacing himself from the general talk. "You were telling me about Cynthia's father," said Dallas. "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Bennett, taking up the thread of her tale. "He was looked on as one of the most honorable bankers in the city. And so he was until his misfortune." sr "MIsfortune?" "More misfortune than crime. His wife was a girlhood friend of mine, so perhaps t am prejudiced in his favor. A famous financier—a dear friend of his—induced him to make a very large loan that proved to be a mistake. He went to the financier for advice as to how to recoup the loss. The financier told him of an investment by which he coulee get all the money back with- out any risk and could make good the loan. Mr. Garrison took his advice, used the bank's funds for the purpose and—the investment proved worthless. The back was insolvent. Mr. Garrison shot himself." "Horrible! horrible!" murmured Dallies. "The 'horrible' part of the whole story came out later," said Alwyu Bennett. "It seems the financier had deliberately ruined Mr. Garrison and was on the other side of the deal by which the bank's funds were lost. In other words. he persuaded his friend to put money in what he knew was a losing venture, then took that money himself." "IIe did it willfully," chimed in Mrs. Bennett, "knowing his friend would be ruined and that the hank's mouey which he lured Mr. Garrison into in- vesting was going to swell his own ill gotten fortune." "I did not think any one lived who could do such things," shuddered Dal- las. "Poor Cynthia!" "Cyuthia suffered least of all," said Mrs. Bennett. "She was little more than a child at the time. Her mother died of grief, and her brother—a prom- ising, clever young fellow just enter- ing college—disappeared." "Deserted Cynthia?" "Not so bad as that. He probably went away sooner than face his fa- ther's disgrace and began life some- where far from home. That was nin' vea i s ago, yet ever since then he sena Cynthia alittle money every month— not n h— not much, but no doubt all he can scrape together above his bare living expenses. She has tried in every way to get in touch with him, but she can't locate him anywhere. There is no clew except that monthly money order. 1 never knew him very well—in fact, I only saw him once or twice—but I've heard he was a fine, manly boy. The shock must have been worst of all on him." "So a man lost his good name and his life, his wife died, his son's life was wrecked and his daughter impov- erished," mused Dallas, "and all that a financier might grow a little richer. 1 can't believe it!" A little ashamed of displaying such vehemence in the presence of one of her uncle's dependents, the girl glanced toward the table. But the secretary had gone. "My husband," prattled Mrs. Bennett complacently, "always said that the men who rose highest in the money world reached thole lofty places over r the despoiled bodies of hundreds of victims. Thank God, my boy has no snch parental record to look back on, 11ty husband was one man in a mil- lion—the soul of honor both in busi- ness and in private life. You've rehd of his splendidcivil war record. Theu he went into business as a contractor and englueer• and earned a fortune, every dollar of which was honest, That's something to be proud of in these money loving times." "What was the name of the financier who ruined Mr. Garrison?" asked Dal- las, still haunted by the narrative she had just heard. "No olio knows. It was suppressed at the time. The facts in the written confession left by Mr. "Garrison be- came public property; but, through po- lttice! ihfiuence, the name or the man responsible for the tragedy* was sup. pressed, IIere I alt chatting on dole• ful topics, while those two young peo- ple titre running all over the place un- chaperoned. Excuse ane, won't you, and , l look hem tip 2 ,r Ilt She smiled at Alwyn as she left the room, and his answering smile showed how folly he understood and appre• elated her motive in leaving him alone a Dl - with Dallas Wainwright. Perhaps a las, too, understood, for she made as though to follow Mrs, Bennett ottt into the lawn. But Alwyn Stepped between her and the window. "Don't go just yet," he bogged. "I've so tench to talk over with you. When they carne in We were speaking of that MOST REMARI(.. LBLE CURES EVER MADE BY ANY REMEDY. Are Daily Credited to the Wonderful Powers of "Fruit-a•tives." Bancroft Man Thinks This Fruit Medicine Will. Work Miracles. It is the old chronic case, the stub- born case, the case that will not yield to the ordinary remedies of the phy- sician, that "Fruit-a-tives" never fails to cure. Many of the cures made by "Fruit-a-tives" are the wonder and ad- miration of the doctors who cannot understand how "Fruit-a-tives" can do what they cannot, Bancroft, Ont., October 17th. "I have been troubled for years with Inds estion—ha've tried everykind of g medicine, and found' only temporary relief. The I used "Fruit-a-tives" and now I are no longer troubled with Indigestion. I think it is a splendid remedy." JOHN REDMUND. 50e a box, 6 for $2.50, or trial size, 25c. At dealers or from Fruit-a-tives, Limited, Ottawa, paragraph a question? "Only the "Even if 1 marry you, "Ah!" The excla Dallas, tho I"— most moth a plaything hav- ing. 'You n the pinythf forget"— no right to if"— "As if it w it? Now, d If Scott Gib the paper—w you know you than I ever,dreamed w then." "What wa feel proud o I could not his life uw What have terneut or What have about Gibbs and yourself. You don't love him, do you, Dallas? Tell me you don't!" "What rig ht have• you to ask me such right that my love for you gives me, dear heart. You must have known I loved you even though I've never said it before. I love you, Dal- las, though till today, I think, I never realized how much. Tell me it isn't true that you're going to marry Gibbs." t weren't true I should not Alwyn." nation was wrung uncon- sciously from his whitening lips. It was as though a pang of physical pain had pierced him. "I would n't marry you," went on ugh More gently, "because you don't really love me." "I do! I do! With my whole heart, "Oh, A1w yn!" she exclaimed with al- er-like tolerance, "what a child you are! What a mere child! Some one t ries to take away from you you've grown used to ever cared especially about ng before; but, now that you're in danger of losing it, you cry out: `Oh, I love it!, 1 love it!' Xou'll soon find an other toy that'll make you "Dallas, you are unfair! You have treat my love for you as ere a mere whim? Isn't on't say `No,' but look me in the eyes and answer one question. bs hadn't proposed to me— if that para graph had not appeared in euld you have come here today and told me you Loved me? No, wouldn't!" "Don't talk like that, dear!" implored Bennett. "I tell you I love you! More reamed a woman could be loved. I love you! I"— "There's a n easy way to prove it, y? Anything"— "By doing something to make me f you. I don't feel so now. marry a man who loiters ay—a man who sits idle while others are thronging past him in the upward climb. You are rich, thanks to your father's efforts. What have you done with that wealth? If you've done no harm with it you've at feast put it to no good use. You are young, tai anted, highly educated. you done with your youth, your talents, your education? How have you us ed then! for your own bet - for your fellow men's? you to offer me? Money? "Bronchitis." THE SYMPTOMS ARE Tightness across the Chest, Sharp Pains and a Difficulty in Breathing, a Secretion of Thick Phlegm, at first white, but later of a greenish or yellowish color coming from the bronchial tubes when coughing, especially the first thing in the morning. Bronchitis is generally the result of a cold caused by exposure to wet and inclement weather and when neglected will become chronic. Chronic Bronchitis is one of the most general causes of Consumption. Cure the first symptoms of Bronchitis by the use of Dr, Wood's Norway Pine Syrup Miss Martha Boar- + get, Little Pabos, 4 Bronchitis Que., writes: "Last Cured. spring I was very }' �poorly,a bad t had ++444444+ cough, sick head- ache, could not sleep, and was tired all the time. I con- sulted two doctors, and both told the I had bronchitis, and advised me to give up teaching. I tried almost everything but none Of the medicines gave me any relief. One of myfriends advised me to try Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. I had scereely taken the first bottle when I began 'to get better and when I bad taken the fourth bottle I felt ai well att ever, my cough had left tae and I could sleep well Dr. Wood's ie the original Pine Syrup. It to put up is a yellow Wrapper, three pine trete the trade mirkrand the pace 25 cents. There are Many imitations of "Dr. Wood'e" eo be sure yott receive the genuine when yon ask for tt. Matlufactur'ed only by The T. Dsilbura 0o., Limited, Toronto, Ont. Social position? I have plenty of both. What else can you offer me? Nothing --absolutely nothing." "My love, for one thing, 1 can offer you that." what is your love better than any ,tither man's? . Behind it is not a record of hard work, of self sacrifice, of aehieyemesit—tier any of the things that go toward making leve strong and. enduring and beautiful -to make it a support that a woman can lean on for life? What have you to offer me er any other woman?" There was a silence. Yet 'when Ben- nett spoke there was a new note in his voice --a ring of awakening strength that impressed Dallas in spite of her- self—that sent a wholly strange thrill through her and set her heart to beat- ing with unwonted quickness. "You are ,right," said he. "1 have done nothing, I've been content to be ;1 rich man's son, and I've nothing to offer that is worthy your acceptance. but that does not mean I never shall have, And by the grace of God 1 shall! You've put things to a new light. I see them as I never did. It isn't a wholly pleasant experience, but it's good form . There's nothing yet that I'm fitted to do, but I'll find something, never fear. And when 1 do"— "Don't say there's nothing you're fit for," protested Dallas, "There's. noth- ing you couldn't accomplish if once you set yourself to it. Why, just think of those speeches you made for Mr. Lorimer last campaign. They were tine. 1 was so"— "Oh, those amounted to nothing. 1 lust did it to oblige him:• And, be- sides, it was fun to sway the crowds?' "'Pilot's just it. You did it for fun and for a friend. Why not do some- thing in earnest and for yourself? The world is fairly bristling with . oppor- tunities for sucb a man as you. Grasp those opportunities: Won't you?" "Yes! And when I do—is there any Hope that you will?" "I have given Mr. Gibbs no promise. l told him to wait." "Then my chance is as good as his. Prom now on I am going to drop the role of rich man's son and be some- thing on my own account. 1f you have faith in me—if you believe in me—if there is 'a ghost of a chance that you can some day love me"— "1 have faith in you, Alwyn," she answered softly letting ber hand lie passive iu his grasp. Then, withdraw- ing it with a pretty gesturb of petu- lance, she added: "Only 1 wish it didn't always re- quire a blow to rouse you to action. Did you ever happen to notice that trait in yourself?" "Why, no. I don't quite understand." 'Mien here's an instance that will show you what I mean: In your senior year at Yale when you were playing halfback on the varsity eleven 1 saw My first football game. It was against Princeton. You were the only man on either team I knew, so I watched you from first to last. Little as 1 understood foot- ball, I could see you were play- ing a clever, hard, conscien- tious game. But it wasn't a tight- ing game—not the sort of game that carries ev- erything before it. Then, in the second half, in one of the scrim- " '/J\1 mages I saw a Princeton man — strIke you. Oh, it was a das- tardly, cowardly blow! Hestruck you when your head was turned away. You saw who it was, and you made no appeal to the referee, but in the next scrimmage you broke that man's collar bone and stunned him. He was carried sense- less from the field, and you kept on. You had begun to play a righting game, and it carried you through the Princeton li'ue for the only touchdown of the day. You won the game for Yale. You were the college hero—the man of the hour. But it took a blow to rouse you. Now do you under- stand?" "Yes, I think I do. Perhaps you're right. 1 certainly remember the blow well enough. imo you happen to know who it was that struck me that day ou the football field?" "No, 1 ltnew none of the players ex- cept you. Who"— "It was Gibbs." "No!" "I'm not likely to nave torgstten. Ask him yourself. Ile will remember lt, I fancy. It was 0 week before he left the Infirmary." "But t can't roniize that Mr. Gibbs would edo such a thin:;! It was so cowardly so" -- "()b, dott't hold it against biro. I•le was exeited :and" --- "Tell Mr. Plmlen I'll set, him in the -livery," called Wainwright frotu 'alt. 'nth. "Mori• wilitirs!" eNelallncd dellar "Come, shall we go out to the tennis ✓•Ilii 1't +y., '['hey ltasweti tlrrrmilt the open Io l'enel' t'1ndow as it'rm ;rvriglJ and debt's an tw•rd the library front the opposite 'tor. "'rho alderman'' it little behind fi tie rid \Valetefeltilt. '•ilWt <luirr;t•tt r !u (is WV S"nu'll ht intrrrwit'l In nivel ng him, (lilies" "Mr Phelan." e••n'xtn+'t' 1 the butler "I know Talc' two +tacit e. soil." 1'e- isrked s voit'a bellied hint. "len seedit't go hollerin' it alt Inc Ilke 1 nits loin' ratified 01 en a-ezt skirt meeting ltornht', "NB.. Wein v right. Aletybe it WAS you he wits ttnlleritt' et." 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