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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1904-09-08, Page 7111E \\IINGHA M r1'11111S SEPTEMBER 8, 1134 } Cfrzti)iae.jav 4077rei?e ordi Aufhot- o/r "The / ss of dokl,"The Qttler " etc, Eta". Copp,'C 1d9R a sAl se.es'Ainkeeitaiee:. -see. Ave AO. The office bay stood beside David 'Temple's desk, a Blip of paper on which r name elites verktaen ix his hand. Hee ';stew better than to interrupt the editor when his peu watt reeing in that ag- gressive way, so he stood fingering the bit of piuk paper with grimy fingers while speculatively regarding a fly run- ning uumeaniug races from a cloudy map of the United States to the big ink bottle occupying the center of t► very untidy desk. The day was breathless and humid. From the earliest hours of the morning the sun's rays had swept the streets like dostroyiug glances front a malevolent eye. The dusty, iuk spattered offices of the New York Citizen were stiffing. 'Beyond the open windows could be seen sun baked roofs, spires and chimneys .swathed in a hot mist, Every man iu the editorial rooms was in his shirt 'sleeves. Some had discarded moist col- lars. All were waking hard. David Temple laid down his pen and glanced over the hastily written page, This expression determined. "That'll snake then' hum," he said, .sand without looking up he touched the 'bell, at the sante instant beoomiug aware of the boy beside him, • "Hero you are. Take this down, Pete, just as fast as you can. Eh? What's tti+is? Some one to see me? All right. Tell them to wait. Come back at once." He picked up the paper, the kiud in use fn the office, bearing the directions: "Name -----. State business." "Anne t nrrick" was written in lead pencil • upon it. The latter request was un- heeded. David laid it down, lit a cigar.aud 'went over to the wiudow. It was a still, maddening day; tbo horses toiled be- tween their shafts; the springs of life shoved wearily even on Park row. He :looked at his watch. It was half past 4. At tt he was due at the Players' to dine with an actor who by means of a haunt. ing voice and a pair of flue eyes enjoyed stn income that equaled the vice presi- dent's. Ho had promised to go to a dance on hoard a yacht anchored in the sound. He began to wish he could es- cape the latter and instead find his way to tbo hammock on his roof top,. where he could smoke under the stars. At 36, with hair whitening, he was getting past dances. "The young lady"— commenced Pete timidly at his elbow. "Oh, there is a lady. I'd forgotten. dhow her in," and he slipped on the Alpaca coat lying across the chair. The swinging door was pushed back, sad Anne Garrick came toward him. She seemed in the first inattentive glauce tall, slenderly made, her face snowing marks of care or illuess, yet pretty enough to be iuteresting. Her •eyes were• long, very bright, yet soft, and they were a deep brown, like her hair. Hor gown w.as of mourning cloth, :and she wore a black sailor hat. David drew a chair forward for her, and seating himself opposite let his great shoulders rest easily, while he re- garded her, as was his fashion, through half veiled eyes. "Miss Garrick?" he said, glancing at the slip. "What can I do for you? You'll pardon me if I tell you now I have a dinner engagement at 6 and have only a few moments to spare." This was said with one of David's 'confidential smiles. "I shan't keep you loug," she said, leaning forward. "Dr. Ericsson, my 'uncle, sent me to you." "Oh, yes. How is he? I've not seen him for a month." "He's very well, thank you." "So you come on business from him?" and David breathed freely. "Do you know, Miss Gerriek, I was afraid you wore here as au applicant for work on the paper?' "So I am, " she said, her eyes amused. '"ls it quite useless?" it "You mean you really want n::vsua- F 4.• Almost Crazy With Nervous Headache Mrs. Edwards was pate, nervous, Irritable,oononto o mons skeleton f skin and bo. MRs. I. W. Romans, 33 MurraySt., Brant- ford, Ont., writes: --"For five years I suf- fered more than words can tell front nervous :beedaches, nervous dyspepsia ysppTexhaustion. a The pains in head would at times almost drive me crazy. ' 1 could notsleep nights,but would intik the floor in agony tuitil' I fell exhausted and unconscious. Sometimes I e o u l it take no food for four days at a time. I was pale, nervous, irritable, Easily evltausted, was reduced to a mere skeleton of skin and bone, and my heart would palpitate As though beat - 111/0., it was about to stop beat- ing: leer nine months I used 1)r. Chase's Nerve rood, *t d fora con• ziderable time I have not experienced rr head - eche, or any of the symptoms fnetttioiied above. Frorit x mere skeleton thieme'dicine has built; tits ' tip in flesh and weight, until now I ant strong end well, do ray' own housework, wank out for two hours without feeling tired, and era :thoroughly restored to health.'" . Vote your increase in weight while using Dr. +Chase's Nerve Food. Portrait and tegument id' Dr.,A. �W..Ch* on evety bars "7 think 1 know what you mean." per work?" and his tone was almost re. proacbful. "I really do. I want it more than anything else in the world. Iudeed .l want nothibg else," she said earuestly, "You have some illusions about it perhaps?" "I don't think so, and I must work." The words were spoken lightly, but with au urgent note. David was inter- ested. Hie fingers fell front the fob hs had been twisting in regard for the passing moments. He noticed the line of impatience between her straight brows, the iuteusity in the bend of hes mouth, the paleness of her worn yet youthful face, ber intent attitude. He had met many women demanding just such martial struggles in the battle of existence, Here was another. What should he say to her—the old objec- tions, the old warnings? He was disin- clined for the task more for aotne reason now than ever before. But The Citizen did not want women among its work - nes. That was oue of his father's preju- dices he had never set aside. He returned to the argument, but his tone was still persuusive. This surprised hfutself, yet he felt it was because Miss Garrick came from Dr. Ericsson, and his liking for the old Swedish pbysioinn was a very deep ono. He would not ad- mit to himself that there was another reason --the youth, the charm of this woman, making the plea he bad rejected so often. "The work is terribly hard, Miss Gar. rick, and really," he said as if making an admission almost against his will, "I don't regard the newspaper as a field for women." "Don't you? Why not?" "Ob, it's a blistering atmosphere, and women wore never monist to find nourishment in hard facts, I adviae you to do something else—write a book or teach or anything." "Oh, Mr. Temple," she said with sudden earnestness, "I don't feel that way about it. I want to be a journalist." David felt a desire to know her a lit. Co better, to hear her views and then diodes( them successfully. Ho had still 16 minutes to spare. He began to think she was very pretty. "Have you ever been on a paper?" "No, although I've written a great deal," she said while watching him iu. teutly. "I thought I might get some- thing to do regularly—seine position. I know I'd suaoeed. I wish you'd try me," "No, I can't," he said almost brusquely, "and I hope yon'Il change your mind and try something else. Be- sides I baven't anything I could offer you, nothing a woman could do—much too difficult. You take my advice and try something ease." "I think I know what you mean," and she stood up. "You think this work hardly feminine" -- He nodded. She looked disappointed, but unconvinced. "And you're afraid of encouraging incompetence?" "Oh, no, really, I" -- "Yes, I think yon aro. Well, I'll tell you just the way I feel about it. I mnat be a journalist"-- " Why must you?" "Because I know I'm fitted for it, and the life attracts int. I might have preferred to be a painter or A musician, but we. are not allowed to select our talonte." She smiled and moved a step away. "If you cau't employ me, there's nothing snore to be said about it, and I're sorry having detained you. 13ut--- somebody else will employ me. I've only been id New York a month, and you're the .first editor 1'1,e seen. This will explain why Dr. Ericsson suggest- ed my eotoitig to you. I showed it to hint." She drew a letter from her pocket and bttuded it to David. Re was surprised to see the heading of "The Citizen" OR the sheet, hie own handwriting beneatitt it. It weewritten to a man hauled Rob- ert Berm and directed tea smell Rhode island town. "You know heron?" he asked ettiokk ly. "'Y'es, You like hit work, it MOW." "Very mach," he said its ¢t mystified *elect. "1 don't as a rifle leek Ispeeiale outside, but hie went to trenchant, to brilliantly phrased, so exactly what we wanted, 1 couldn't help, you see, writ- ing to 'ask the clause of bit long silence. Most of hili Wart of whettver tott hes cow n0(14dictteetietthite. NOW, thets r a Mau," said n*wid enthnsiastiesily .add in the final tone Width leer ea. ergunsetlt, "1 Ilettleti Htt with kt4the Unless the soap you use has this brand you are not getting the best ,Isss for the Octagott star. 245 ambition and spirit of the woman of to- day. lie's wasting his time in a small place doing desultory work, a dreamer I dare say, au idler tee.' Wo need melt like him here, I wish you'd tell ltiw so," be smiled. Anne's eyes were perversely girlish as she said simply: "I'nt I:tobert heron, Mr. Temple." CHAPTER II. The advent of a wotuan in the edi- torial rooms of The Citizen was no lon- ger the latest topic there. Autos hod been one of the staff for a fortnight. She had gone with a reputation al - Seedy made, which she must continue to sustain. Every nerve bad been strained to do this, and she had succeed- ed, All other impressions bad been lost sight of in this ono purpose. The rush and pressure of life around her, the strange seers and faces, the new rou- tine, seethed 'the fabric of a dream world where she was the iuteusely vital figure. • Although her working hours were short, the continued effort and oppress- ive heat bad given her face a waa touck. But she felt no fatigue. Ou the con- trary she was aware of the satisfaction arising from fulfillment. This niche in the dusty, metallic world where a great newspaper was made wee the only thing she bad craved. To prove herself worthy its possession. was the single aim of her life. David Temple had hesitated to en- gage ngage her because she was a woman. He had told her she would soon weary. She must prove his prophecy false. This was tics impetus that made her bold. The result was gratifying. Matters of sordid and moral impor- tance stetted out vividly duriug the ter- rible summer weather. The handling of some of these was assigned to Anne. It would seem that David Temple had de- cided to take her cruelly at her word and treat her as a man or as if be had wished to force au evidence of, affright or weakness front her. He'ivas mis- taken. Anne was a soldier's daughter. Best of all, she was confident of her right to be there. Robert Heron had never done better work than came from her pen during that fortnight. When she bad defended her position and won, there came a hill, and with- out seeming to watch she absorbed a knowledge of the people around her and noticed what events and colorings go to make up existence in a newspaper office. There was the sentimental reporter, who furtively rend and reread feminine looking letters and sighed overstock re- ports; the sileut ratan with the scarred face, who smoked strong cigars; the so- • Some snatch of a street song, the ex, eitipg news of the last murder or the Wenger of Tri nity'a, bell would frighten these nisei icings, and despite Ler pagan love of nature she would return to work, happy. that the old life of soli- tude and reverie was over. David talked to her very little and never about auything save work. She wntohed hint and found him curiously interesting. Other amen were more or lea of a familiar type, but David Tem, pie was individual. A nascent force marked his lightest action To be near him was like coining within the radius of a powerful electric current. She bad always liked clean shaved men. They scorned a degree farther from the idea of the ancestral monkey than their bowhtskered brothers. David was clean sbuved, spare of flesh, strong- ly built. There was unity in his simple name, stern face, searching gray eyes and the practical surroundings in which he worked. Back of hie desk the bound volumes of The Citizen for a generation wore somberly heaped, Electrio wires and buildings of granite were visible beyond the window near which be sat, The man and his mission were melodic. Anne was slowly drawing on hex gloves oue evening when the reporter With the scarred face laid down his cigar and asked a question of nobody in particular. "Any of you fellows know where Donald Sefain has hidden himself this time?" The name attracted her, and elle found herself waiting for the reply. aver, were wearying longings for the "0 Lord, it's too warm to think of vauished wealth. His daughter was al- Sefein's vagaries? He's probably trying most a stranger t? him. She bad gone tenement house Iife again with some of away a child, she was now a woman of his slum friends while a penny remains. O. What sort of a woman, evolved by Wheu he's broke, he'll come back and t her mother's worldliness and a false work for another spurt," the society system of education, he hesitated to editor replied with fine unconcern. consider. His life was spent in the de - "Fool i )Tinging himself away! He pleted family mansion an Waverly won't last long." ' place with one old servant, amid fumi- "D'you kuow what I'd do if I were ture utaaked in gray holland and por- in Temple's place and had such a pre- traits of his lost children blinking cions bundle of shiftlessness, unconcern through gauze sheetings. Only his pa - and surliness for a so called brother"— Hants and friends had prevented him. "Win 1 There isn't much doubt about from becoming like the piano in the what you'd do." corner, which had almost forgotten how "Kiok him out." And the society ed• to vibrate. itor fingered his imperial tenderly. But he knee, what a home might be "I thick ho hates Temple snore every sine. Anne came to New York. Be was oar area meal is loeeiy witboat you? ,Not a bit of it, 1 come home so hungry, uncle, dear, and tits znan at the corner sends in emelt good coops. I put on a blouse and dream over any wifee, while Vora in the kitchen slugs Irish Melo- dies in an adorable voice and with a creamlike brogue,,, She laid her pager under Iiia chin and looked into his oyes, "But when yon do come, yon dear, cynical creature, 4 shelvedreame gladly and don't care a pin tor Nara'a songe. Satisfied?" i She hurried away to change ber gown, and Dr. Ericsson was left alone in the 'dusk. He iisteued in a dreamy way to the maid crossing and reoroesime, the rug covered floor, his arms hung by his sides, his eyes were fastened ort a trail of melte diminishing in the sunset. Thirty years before, then a young Swede newly arrived in America for R bout with fortune, he had married the sister of Anne's mother. They had set- tled in New York, and by degrees he became succeestul and rich. His wife was a beauty, his children's future bright, and life went well. But trouble came. His children, with the exception of Olga, the youngest, died during schooldays, his fortune intrusted to false friends went to help their" speou- latious and was lost. Now, in old age, he was ss physician of roputntiou, but poor, possessing a fashionably inclined wife, whose weekly letters from Paris, where she had elected to live when Cl- ews schooldays in Switzerlaud were He looked at line with, some surprise. eiety'editor, whose smile was as well oiled as his russet boots; the baby faced reporter, who betted on everything and "matched" on the smallest provocation ; the fretful critic with the perpetual cold in the head, who banged the door as if to insinuate his exit was final, and who always returned in a rush for some- thing forgotten; the artist lounging with an exalted look to his feet, who drew, inspiration from Egyptian ciga- rettes; Pete, the a Tice boy, with terrible worldly knowledge in his pale eyes and the savoir faire of 'a veteran clubman in his manner, who grew confidential with her and tried. to interest her in the intrieacies of baseball, and David Tem- ple, the editor in chief, who, unlike many of his compeer% worked hard, bringing with him an assurance of well breis ease and a capability for exertion and endurance. Her surroundings were so strange that Anne often wondered if it were in• deod,she who was there, the lonely girl who in the well stocked library of a silent country house had written most of the "$penial$" whish hadcommanded attention. While the clatter of the presses and the nnacoustomed trend of life were in her eats she would close her eyes and summon a vision of a diti'erent scene and time: A hollow at the foot df k hill where * great pool lay and willow breaches like green lengths of diehevel- sd hair trailed its the water; *girl, her- self, the Aunt Garrick who was deed never to rite with lying tit full length under the trete, her cheek upon an epee book, the fragranee of a lost land around her, the whir of uneeen 'Maga, the 8rotiieg its the Meek boom under the ' cedete, or dashing like tansaay eyes from the confusion of ripe grass, the aoitnd of water pndtting its way through 1 twisted weeds with a ooquettltth wialkt• per like tick tvbbsd syn silk, say," said Jack Braidley, the reporter who "matched." "He's an idea he's ane too many in the world, I fancy." The worde were hardly spoken when the door opeued and a man carne in. From the hush greeting his eutrance Anne knew it was Donald Sefain. She looked at him attentively. There were unmistakable marks of vagabondism about him—his dusty clothes, churlish manner, long, untidy hair. He was of mcderate height and slender build, he carried his shoulders poorly and his eyes wore sunken. But for ail this his dark, foreign face, sneer- ing, secretive, defiant, was startlingly handsome as he stood in the red, wash tones of the sunset pouriug through the dusty windows. Ho looked at Anne with some surprise In his glance, his expression question- ing; then be became indifferent, nodded curtly to the men and sat down at a corner desk. From his attihtde one would have supposed he was sketching or writiug. As she passed hint to the door she saw his fingers were motion- less, his wide open eyes introspective. While the room contained a dozen men it was evident Donald Sefain would bo left alone with his musings. He had withdrawn from the others as if from banit. Even before she bad passed into the ball they seemed to have forgotten his existence. CIIAPTER III. Three miles lay between the offices of The Citizen and the trio of rooms Anne had routed and furnished duriug the six weeks of her resideuce in New York. They were in a low, red brick house di- vided from the street by a patch of grass and iron palings. The neighbor- hood had Washington square for its nucleus, the only part of the money snaking toren preserving the mossy tope of Knickerbocker days, where occa- sional low doorsteps and spindle Iogged banisters keep the costumes and man- ners of the ceutury's infancy clear in the memory. Anne loved the queer street, the von- erable church opposite, with its unfash- ionable parishioners and sweet tongued bell, the amethyst Iight stealing across the landscape of roofs, the fret of trains flashing past its aerial passage not far off and leaving a plume of vapor be- hind, the passing of many people along the pavements reaching into smokyper- spective. These impressions were a ripening„ oontaot, helping to wake her to newer perceptions of life, snaking her realize that she stood nnsupported in a crowded, struggling piece. She had the exhilarating sensations of a daring and capable swimmer wbo plunges into deep water'wltere only his own skill cau keep him afloat. Her eyes wore shining, her color high, as she hurried up the narrow stairway and entered the sitting room. An old man was standing by one of the windows and turned expectantly as abs came in. It was Dr, Ericsson. He look - ad at her with cool, friendly scrutiny. "I've been waiting for you again. There's something witching about yea, Anne," he said helplessly. "You've quite spoiled nee • for solitude. Every dinner 1 have away from you is like itewdnst," Anne laid her arm lightly around hie Shoulder. She was a littlo the taller. '.There Was something charmingly auda- e►ous in her young face and protecting attitude contrasted with his gray heir and sixty odd yearn. She had the ine- petuosity and esturance of a fresh run - Der -who leers nothing on the long, mys- terious We just begun. I•Ia bpd the half defeated expression of oue approaching with lagging steps the end and who thinks little even of the winning of that race which nevertheless must be run in one fashion or enothtt. "1 itevar know a malt ro eager for eedsplimente," sits rind, her lips curl- lag iso playful feeds. "Shall I gib end deeply fond of her, wholly in sympathy with her. His gaze wandered to a shadowy pastel on the 'well before hint where her deep eyes were touched by the sunset's fire. It seemed to tell him much, Hers had .been a stern, starved girlhood up to the present year. After college days and between the ages of 20 and 23 she had boon chained to the bed- side of an invalid father, her life a strain whop it was not stagnation, nn - used energy fretting her honrt, what should have been the sunniest period of her life drifting by in shadow. When her father died, she had found herself wholly orphaned and free to plan her future according to her tastes. She bad a small income, a thorough ed- ucation and the talent of beiug able to write with splendor and force of what- ever she felt deeply. The controlled yearnings for freedom had grown into one desire, and she had gratified it. The old home was routed, and like a young David entering the camp of the Philistines she had curve to New York, Three things she had determined on— to lire alone, work, fill her days with impressions of life, 13ing away books and study men and women. Wheu the maid appeared with can- dies, Anne followed her, a bowl of roses in her hands. The newspaper woman in severe, collared gown was gone, and in her place was an exquisite creature akin to the flowers and the starry lights. Her shoulders and arms gleamed through a gauzy black bodice. A modish knot showed the fine abundance of her hair. One rose was fastened at ber bosom, where it flamed in splendid warmth. Dr. Ericsson looked at her critically. She was inore than pretty; she was im- perfectly lovely, or, rather, beautiful without fulfilling conventional canons. During quint moments her face was se- rene and alluring, the dark hair upon the pale brow like banded velvet, the liquid brown eyes poetically thought- ful, the mouth appealing. Softness, strength and color were all there. But in action and expression lay her stron- gest charm. When the lips smiled, the eyes lightened and the. email, delicate (To be c intiuued,) MOTHER HER AND BABY. When baby is well the mother is happy. 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