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The Wingham Times, 1903-07-16, Page 7i TILE MOHAN TIMES, HU 16, 194; c: Cruel � BY LAURA JEAN LIBBEY Author of "A Broln. Betrothal? " Parted at the Altar," 04'The j dress of Cameron Hall," Etc•, Etc. purchase my pitiful secret at the ITowa d 'to follow him, he quitted 1 the apai tment•. 'When the door had closed behind •them both men stood eyeing each other fixedly out in the entry. I "'"`oiled!" hissed Fielding through his clinched teeth. "1 can not cour- • ped her to write tett note and eiga it," "Go right ahead,. as we have laid out the plan," replied Howard,- " "aud take my word for it no one will be the wiser. You have all the, chances in your favor. Who would think of such a slight matter? ]]rave it through and the game is yours," 1 "If she had signed the note it would eases made assurance doubly sure," i replied I?ielding, thoughtfully. "The happiest moment in my life r will be when I see proud, haughty Raymond Leslie humbled in the dust ,•with shame!" cried Deward*, hotly. t "You must not fail, Fielding. By none bold sweep you would have a •-charming young wife, and I should i witness the humiliation of the man I have sworn to be revenged upon for interfering in my affairs once, ; and revenge is doubly sweet in this .case." And while the two rode slowly back to their hotel, vedetting the most diabolical plan human ingenu- ity could ever have invented, the busy wheel of fate was revolving :. slowly. The maid whom Fielding had en- gaged to guard Rosebud for the pro- -sent turned the key in the lock, into like a stealthy shadow, glided I. the room where poor Rosebud sat with her white hands idly clasped in her lap and her, head bent low upon her heaving breast. "I am to be your maid, miss, !she said, untying her bonnet. I"You aro to be my jailer, you mean," said Rosebud, bitterly, "I 1 could dispense very well with the serviees of a maid in nay present captivity." f The girl laughed a little, odd, soft elaugh. 1 "You are pleased to call things :by the hardest names," she answer- . ed. "I am sorry for that." The tone of the girl's voice sound- • ed -slightly familiar, still Rosebud .paid little heed to it. bythe Der hair was quite hidden cap she wore, and blue boggles con - keeled her eyes; very little of her fa.e cwas visible. "It is very. true. You are simply my jailer and nothing else," retort - .ed Rosebud, with something like her. 'cold willfulness breaking forth. "But you do not realize what a cruel 1• ...thing you aro doing or you would set roc free at once. I will n>plce you a rich woman for life if you f will only set are free." ".I can not do it," said the girl, •c steadily, "I am bound by it certain oath, which I can not break, to watch over you." •'If you knew my story," wailed poor Rosebud, "you would pity me . and relent. I ant young; might make something of my life yet." "T do know your history," replied -.the girl, "and I feel sorry for you. You have had a hard life of it.' 1 "And yet you will not help me to eescape?" cried Rosebud. "1 did not know a woman could iindeed be so 1 cruel to one of her own sex. I :•thought money would buy every- ' thing, yet it will not buy my free- l.donh—it does not tempt you." I "The darkest cloud often bas a ].silver lining," said the girl, signifi- cantly. "All things are possible to those who know how to patiently watch and wait." For the first time Rosebud raised cher troubled eyes. i "I do not understand you," she ...said, simply. "You refuse to allow nie• to escape—what then is left for • me to watch and wait for? Shame '-and disgrace, that is all! It would be better if I could die, here and now,. before the world branded me with its cruel scorn!" "Perhaps your husband, Mr. Leslie, will be able to compromise the gnat- ter•—to buy your secret up for you— .and the world will never know of the shadow that hangs so darkly ov- •er you." "You do not knot Raymond," wailed the poor child, wringing her I hands in despair. "IIe would not sacrifice of his honor—ho would scorn to do it; all his love would turn. to loathing when put to such it test. Ah, you do not know Raymond; he would refuse to look upon my face "again.," "Love works wonders," answered the girl; "it sweeps down in an in- stant walls of pride that have been built up for, long years, Yon can not tell how steadfast your hus- band's love will prove until it is actually put to the test." "You have refused niy prayerful pleadings, yet yea hold out hope to inc. can not understand why you do it,"said Rosebud, incredulously, "Yet I must not believe you. You are not for my good or you would help me to escape." The girl turned her face from her, looking out over the waste of water, making her no answer. "Would It make any great differ; ence, miss, if you should write what he asks of you?" asked the girl, hes- itatingly. 'IIs swears he will keep - you here for, years until you write it." "Then I shall die here," replied Rosebud, "for I shall never write it —never. if I perish here, God will avenge my wrongs, as surely as -heaven shines above nice Percy Field - hag and his miserable companion will find I was brave to the last and de- fied them." "I have seen braver, bolder spir- its than yours broken down for the want of hole," replied the girl, sage- ly. Rosebud laughed, and the laugh was terrible to hear, it was so full of bitter pain. "'lope! the word seems a mockery to cue, my good girl," said Rose- bud. "My heart is broken; for by this thee my husband's love has turned to loathing. You jest when you tell inc there is hope for me— for me. I must pay the penalty of my folly at a bitter price." CIIAPTER XXXVI. What shrunk your woolens ? Why did holes wear so soon? You used common soap. REDUCES XXIMNSE Ask ter the Oetap se Sar. ses teiliPtuausly, "do you imagine that I would. flinch?" Bravely enough the words were spoken, but her trembling little heart sunk with fear—he ]celled so violent t and thoroughly desperate, Site thought of elarie Antoinette le her prison in the Bastile, of Mary Stuart in the Scotch castle. cloth had died without a murmur. So Would. she. "You shall write that note," he retorted, "1)o you think I shall be beaten out of a fortune by a mere whim of yours?" "I do not see how it could benefit you In any Way," she said, icily, "yet 1 thought there was some hid- den motive in your persistency." Mercy Fielding's fare flushed a dull, red in the clear white moonlight. "I shall not trouble myself about explaining matters to you," he an- swered, doggedly, cursing himself for the words ho bad so carelessly spok- en. He did not intend that the real cause for wishing her to write the Yi 1 been note acknowledging she bac k e.n married to Percy Fielding on Sep- tember 20th, 18—, by Simon Sharp, justice of the Peace, should ever be known. v Hee signature would be worth un- told gold to hint. "Look down into that yawning chasm," he commanded with a wick. ed laugh. There would have been little use refusing to obey him, and, feeling that, her, last hour had come, she me- chanically looked clown. The sky was dark with innumer- able stars shining in its depths; the w sea was tossing wildly; every now and then the crest of the waves seemed to catch the light of the stars, and for some moments there was a faint refection of light that soon faded into darkness again. "I have but to raise you in my arms and fling you down to death," he cried, menacingly; "your stub- bornness will cost you your life. Once more, Rosebud, I entreat you to reflect. ,' Not far from her, pacing up and down tho sands, was the young hus- band who would have shielded her with his very life. The young hus- band to whom every hair of her dear flaxen curls was more precious than gold or, jewels—and not far from that spot on the veranda of the Grand Hotel, overlooking that broad expanse of glittering water, was hon- est Joseph Dart, the noble young secretary, who was thinking of bet at that self -same moment. Yet in that hour of deadly peril when she stood in the fierce grasp of the maddened, reckless ratan who had cursed and blasted her who] life, there was no one—ah!pitying Heav- en no one was near to help her or raise a hand in her defence! But Rosebud was no coward. The I Raymond Leslie had risen to has life that is so sweet to youth had • feet, white with horror around the thil(Iish, innocent face I Iihe- a veil, and her little hands are clinched tightly above her beart. o One instant the haggard young httsht'.nd glances down, then recoils with the piercing cry: "Oh, any God! it is Rosebud, my wife!" "I beg your pardon, sir," said Fielding, calmly, confronting him; , "I claim this young gel as my wife •--Ito�ebud Fielding." Raymond Leslie turned quickly, en- countering the darkrfuced stranger who had seat the note to his wife— the num who had lured her from the sheltering proteetiof Of his heart and home. A burning flush of in- sulted pride and bitter tenger swept over his noble. face, but he was too "Ale yon willing to listen to what I have to say in proof of my assea•- tious, lMr. Leslie?" atiked Fielding. "Remember, you are a roan of hnor; you would not seek to -claim another man's lawful wife. I rest the devise ion as to which of us should claim her entirely to you." A silence like death fell for an in- stant between them, broken only by the bard breathing of Raymond Leslie, who stood beside the sofa on which Rosebud lay, with his arcus folded tightly across bis broad chest, heaving; sleep sighs that were tike groans, reminding one of a mighty inajeSt'c kingly oak blasted at 0110 blow by the lightning's scorching ( brand, laid low in the dust, over • whic•li it bud so lately reared its proud to publis his sorrow before i noble spt,meug eeteuclaes, the world, "1 will remove any wife to an ad- jacent hotel; then you shall answer Tbe terrible assertion had fallen upon Raymond, Leslie's heart like a. tluunder-bolt, nearly paralyzing hint to ane for that assertion," be said, { with horror, tet the very moment be haughtily, gathering the slight frg- had gazed joyfully upon the face of are 110 in his strong- young arms. ( his little bride again, saying to him - All that long night Rosebud never closed her eyes in sleep, She paced up and down her narrow prison house listening to the angry waves without and the low breathing of her sleeping attendant in an inner apart- ment: melee one last I nae •''1' couldn't "Why desperate eliort?" site asked herself. "She wears the key fastened around her neck. 1 must get it. '''hen I will go back to Raymond and confess all —begging him to kill nie there and then, 1. shall have nothing left to live for!„ a She had heard the bells of the city peal forth the midnight hour long since, yet she stood at the window of her dreary prison, looking up at the glittering stars above—then down from the giddy height into the seeth- ing waters below, lost in thought. "lf I should jump from this win- dow, down—down I should go fath- oms deep under those storm -tossed waves. 31 I could only look once more upon Raymond's feed I would be content to die," she moaned. "Just once, and then—" Some subtle instinct caused her to turn her head—and there directly be- hind her she saw Percy Fielding. Without a moment's warning he stood before her dark and glower- ing. Rosebu;d's face grew deathly, white, ar, and her lips sprang apart with fe . What could he want coining so suddenly without werning upon her in the dead hour of .the night? "I have come to ask you for the last time if you will write that note!" he said. "And I for the lest time answer 'Not' " she replied, proudly. Percy Fielding ground his teeth hard together. He could have crushed under his heel in his ungov- ernable rage the brave young girl who defied him so utterly. He resolved to snake one appeal and frighten her into Mission. He then came a stop nearer to her, his face flushed, his eyes gleaming with a lurid fire, and his breath coming in thick, hot gasps from his lips. "I have come to force it from you. Kind words are of no avail. I will have it! Do you know how completely you are in my power?" he cried. "Yet you darn defy me!" � "I am not in the least afraid, she replied, calmly. '"1 have sworn to 'myself that I will never write it. In the sight of Heaven I am. not your wife!' , I have sworn that you shall ad- mit to the world that you are my wife, or I will have your life!" he hissed. "You are welcome to my life," paid Rosebud; drearily. ""You have robbed it of all its brightness. I am Willing to lay it down to-morrow-- to-day—this very hour!" He tried to catch her hands, but site drew them • away from him with an indignant cry. , Filo not dare touch me!' site cried out. "Do not lay one finger on mel You have threatened to murder met I would this moment rather jaalnp out of this n est yoor hand touch mine eor WrW ite that note you have asked of mel"" "Look dewe'here," he cried, "Lem - gine the fate of one dashed head - tong over the rocks below! "It does not frighten me,"ehe answered. "If you do not comply that will bo your fate]" he hissed. Her tears dried in the hot, vivid Bush that rose to her tact. coni ""Coward]"" she answered, is the truth!" cried 'Percy Fialcling, p}auting himself firmly be- fore hint. '"1 repeat, the young girl whorl you hold in your arms is any wife! (live her to me!" Y white c Raymond Leslie's face grew v t and stern - "Out of my way, vile wretch that you tore, before I settle my account with you here and now!" he cried, hoarsely, his spleudid face livid with repressed rage. As he spoke lie strode rapidly down the beach with his burden et the di- rection of the hotel, followed swiftly by Percy Fielding, reiterating his claim at every step, Raymond Leslie set his teeth hard and forced back the stinging retort that sprung to his lips. In the pre- sence of his young wife, even though slie was uncOuscious of all that transpired around her, he would not speak; be would deal with the pian alone. (]lancing down at the pure, spirit- free, ou shall prove it to tee very teal, child -like fore, as he laid her letter.. But se help 111e Ileavcn! if 1 upon a sofa in the main parlor, he • find that you have lied, I will sheet could not believe Little Rosebud had , you down in your trach with as little mercy as I would a 1, ious Oft at large on the strect. Ali! my dot ling re •overs." he cried, joyf..11y, ":he shall sleek for htrself," self she could expluin away all the horrible post; she bad not eloped, as be had supposed; 00 matter how dark the mystery seemed, she could ser- tuinly clear it away like Guist be- fore the sunshine. uttered "would "lly (lod!" be �n this man dare assert what he could not prove?" "1 can prove every assertion," re- iterated Percy Fielding, looking into hi: rival's pale, tutgui'•h-drawn face with the cool lesolent smile-. of a fiend. Percy Fielding enjoyed Ids nr'r cry to the utmost; he betted hint with a deadly hatred Lemuel: }loselead loved hint. lluynond 1.es'i(' (u•.e.sed himself with a great eflort es font a hor- rible dream. t , '.Since you have dared to accuse my wife of it crime so foul as to i marry me when she had a living husband from whom she was not willfully left hint; there must be some ha 011ie mistake here. Leave the room," he cried, stern- ' fy, tern-•fy, "before I thrust you from her presence! I—' Something in Percy Fielding's face caused 111m to pause involuntarily. "One moment, pleas:," said field- ing, deliberately. "11 you wilt allow me to bring proof which I have at hand to prove my assertion, I will who had followed thein, and busied abide by your decision. You have W110 t llu\V do • 1]+e" to tee ed R been unmercifully lies duped br that glee conscious little figure 00 the sofa, so whose ]gees] lies on your breast, She was married to me before you met her. She fled from me because mis- fortune overtook ale. I have proof at hand of all 1 say. She fled from ate, and when 1 searched for her they told nae she was dead. 1 could not believe it, but 1 accepted it as bitter truth. I cams: to Sun Francisco from Boston, and the first clay I was hese I attended a flower -show, and there, face to face, 1 inet Rosebud, my wife, whom 1 thought -.lead. T claimed her then and there, but she . is to You." lie pointed to Percy escaped in in the crowd. I traced I is to n; who had crossed around d her in your hone, and bit -beneath the crossed full around fiery upband stood be upbraided her. 1 heart] you both t of the chandelier. Rosebud's eyes leave San Francisco. o indicated and I woreabout tofollowed the direction at I lured Rosebud into the grounds as her eyes fell upon the dark, eve front an] whence sh j her Ctto ed.the towedr face of Percy Fielding, she uttered a into w she just Bence and Thad little terrified, gasping moan. intended when fly end for proof "Save me, my love," she were collected, to send for you and shote you how you had been duped." cried, wildly, her beautiful face paling to the hue of death itself, Fielding spoke rapidly, vehemently, its she slipped from the sofa, and every word he uttered piercing the_flung herself on her knees before other's heart like a dagger thrust. • hint. a_nd dismay, Iler long, fair flaxen curls swept in reckless abandon to the floor, and lost all charter; tog her. Death weuld 1 his grand face working convulsively, be a relief. I the veins standing out like whip - Not a feature of her beautiful face cords on his forehead, his pale brow quivered under his fierce gaze• beaded with chilly drops of perspire - Thera was no use to plead to him I tion, unspeakably bitter agony, 1 lie was dead to all pity. Some in- I which lie vainly endeavored to con- 1 stint she could not define whispered trot, in his dark eyes. to her never to write and sign the "Oh, my Cod! 1 can not, I will note that would proclaim her bitter not, believe it," he groaned. "Man, CHAPTER XXX''III. A little bystericcil scream from Rosebud interrupted hirer. No one had noticed the faithful attendant • great. was the intense excitement I'ieldin;;'s IVO) cls had produced. "Raymond," she moaned, pulling 1 her long, fair hair back from. her face with one tiny hand, and hold- ing the other' flutteringly toward him, "I have had a horrible dream, darling.,, in an instant ho was kneeling be- side her. 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To protect you against imitaljpnt the portrait and signature of Dr. A. W. C , thh famous receipt book author, iirc on every :'bOs. man, you are driving me mad! this little girl whom I married is as pure as a snow -flake from all guilt and deception; she, my shrinking timid little love—my shy little darling—a wife before she meet me! Impossible ! I would as soon believe the angels in heaven could play their Godfalse, (To be continued) ttOTE LOSE MESH T BOTTOM' ow Page Acme Poultry. Netting A bird cannot fly through as small c. holo as it can crawl through, so Page Poultry Netting is made with small meshes at bottom and large at top. No.12 gauge wird top and bottom—no sag. Got Page fences. anti. gates—they're best. The Page Wire Fence Co., Limited, Wall.erville, Ont. Montreal, P.Q., and St. John, N.B. 8 THE DANGERS OF CHILDHOOD. Summer is the mast deadly season of the year for little ones. The little life hangs by a thread; diarrhoea, infant cholera and other hot weather ailme tits come quickly and sometimes, in a few hours, extinguish a bright little life. Every mother should be til a position to guard against, or cure these troubles, and there is no medicine known to medi- mond that humiliation at least. cal science will act so surely, so speedily T " cried I and so safely as Baby's Own Tablets. Percy Fielding, hoarsely. She raised as to believe one word of thus. nfy A box of the Tablets should be kept in her great blue eyes to his face, and tender-hearted little bride is incap- every home where there are little ones, light }a able of deception." and by giving an occasional Tablet hot lh saw a lurid gatheringprevented, and s eratewill be themagistrate � weather ailments I for g his eyes, and for the first. time she "T have sent • cl he would do as he had said• who married us, and his wife and I your little one will be kept well and hap - Don't wait uutil the trouble comes reale Ile tightened his grasp upon her ciaugihter who witnessed the cut -s- eem. I " retorted Percy Fielding, in- ,olen , There was a startled scream that solently. "Aird I have also another witness, whom you met once, I be - rang through the night air—a heavy fall—a splash amid the dark waters! CIIAPTE1i : iXX,'G II, "Mavens!" ejaculated Percy Field- ing, with a terrible cry that rang far out over the dark waters, "she has flung herself from the window!" he groaned, stricken with remorse. • Itis startled cry brought the at- tendant quickly into the room, and in an instant she comprehended :what had taken place. !upon him. The next few moments were full of And this wretch was Isere to wit- the wildest confusion, and the two i netts and gloat over his misery, to Neve, who can further establis Rosebud's identity. I refer to my friend Paul Ilowar•d." At the mention of Paul ITowat•d's name, Raymond Leslie's noble face flushed hotly, then the blood quickly receded again, leaving it pale as death. In a moment his thoughts flew back to that eventful hour when he had rescued Rosebud from his villainous meshes, and how tiie wretch slunk away vowing vengeance horror-stricken occupants of the tow- er, never remenhbered ]tow they reach- ed terra firma. A small crowd is gathered upon the beach. Percy Fielding and the attendant reach it just as Raymond Leslie, pale, worn, and haggard, thjoins dark, groupthe slight who obje obher jectaiound upon the sands. "It was a miraculous escape from instant death," said an old fisher- man. ''it was certainly the mercy watch the throes of agony on his face, as this dark -faced stranger as- serted his right to the fair girl whom he had tnai•r,ied. Was it a horrible dream, the accu- sation this stranger made against his young wife? Then, like a hot brand of tire searing his noble, an- guished heart, he remembered Rose= bud would never' discuss ]her past life with hint; she had simply said her father had died, and, rather than m live with her step -mother and tier of God that prevented it i caught daughter, to whom The willows had her in my arias just as she struck been willed, she preferred to come to the water; that broke the fall. Il be much the her tont, Edna Waldron. don't think she will ; And he remembered, too, she had worse from her trip through space i consented after an apparent struggle When she recovers from this fainting With herself to marry him if he would spelt." take her quickly away from all who "'What was She doing in the old . knew her, and the promise she hail tower in the dead of night? asked (wren; from hint, to never divulge one of the bystanders, suspiciously. that the grave had opened and given "Hoer came she to be hurled from her betels to life again, how she the dizzy height? 'Vas it an acct -1 het'shrunk from strangers, and the ter- dont, was titers foul play here, or , rible dark cloud that had fallen be - did this fair young ereft -Creature select ter - , sen them since that fatal day of that `sway of eliding the flower -show. I>crcy Fielding watches his rival I Could it be that Rosebud had de- triumphantly as he presses threuglr sewed iem—willfully married him the group to gaze upon that up- When she had another 'husband Re- turned face upon Which the starlight 1 ing? The torture of the thought Was falls. I more than he could endure; it almost 'rhe bright, fair hair fails loosely I drove frim wild. —that may be too late. Remember that these ailments eau be prevented by keep- ing the stomach and bowels right. Mrs. A. l auderveer, Port Colborae, Ont.. says; "My baby was cross, restless and had diarrhoea. I gave her Baby's Own Tablets lmost at once. I think they e helped Tablets r as splendid medicine for children." The Tablets are guaranteed to cure all the minor ailments of little ones; they Contain no opiate or poisonous drug, and can be given safely to a new born babe. Sold by medicine dealers, or mailed at 25c a box by writing to the Dr, Williams Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. 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