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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1904-09-15, Page 7&Ye,othe 1f �" Mie eVeCA 4vehor, vF "TheI($. o� Gek!""Thc Peh rause: Erf4Cq iftt,. oa r g",4 fsiM, qY Litia e4vCnai • w ., Undo, as restless as a Frenchwoman's", emphasized her words; Anne Was irre• sistible, ""I mu going to give you a suanmer •dinner, she said, her fingers lingering among the rosea, ""Nothing but roses?" "You'd be near Nirvana if that could patisfy yea. Nora, bring the eoup," she added iu a purposely practical tone as ,she seated herself. They were like cbildren together. Anne listened attentively as she led the .old roan on to philosophize of life as be ,saw it. She told hint of Iter newspaper 'work, ita nowuess, its delight, of the novel oho had commenced and how sgmetirnea she rose at dead Of night to raeke a note of an idea ora phrase, of all her faiths, dreams and prejudices. To hien she was piteously youthful, To her he was old, wise and weary, Re had settled all with destiny. She was buckling ori Iter armor. It seemed that the heart he had lost throbbed in her bosom. He louged that the impossible auigbt be made possible and she might .keep it forever so, valiant, free, happy. "I suppose you know David Temple 'very well by this titre?" he asked. "You'd be surprised if you knew how el seldom he hasspoken d mtome h she said, resting fatniliarly on her elbow, "Ile sometimes seems • a marvelously con- structed machine instead of a roan, He works so hard. Ho seems able to attend to 20 things at once." "Yes; to lead is irehis blood." "That's it," site nodded. ""If bg'd been born inn forest in tribal days, they'd have made him chief.. Or can't you fancy him a pirate, or a stupendous _ criminal with a horde of cringing fol- lowers, or a cardinal with "an eye to pierce a conscience and subjugate a king, •or a general like Napoleon, gazing in- w, � • ""1Ycli, pp on," she said, leanings closer. .differently over the fields of the dead? Ito you know," she said in an awed, .childish way, "I like hint?" "All Women like hint," snapped Dr. Ericsson. ""Do they?" "`It's a feminine instinct which noth- ing can kill to like the lean who domi- nates you --and who can do without you?" "" Well, go on," she said, leaning ,closer. "Women and their affairs,"' said Dr. Ericsson, lighting a cigar, "engage Da- vid Temple's thoughts very little, Ho is not iutoleraut, ho is simply indiffer- ent, although• incest masculine in the ,gentleness coming from a consciousness of his oNvn strength. It seems to me as if a wc,nan could never fill his many .sided life. There aro men born with the love of woman in their being, and it :grows with their growth. To possess it too strenuously weakeus acbarncter and -often perverts what should be a rover - niece into a taste. To possess it with a :separateness from the other interests of life suggests the lack of some vital and ,,spiritual fiber. I've felt this with Da- vid. If be ever Marries, it will be be- cause his intellect suggests it as wise or because his physical nature is en - ,slaved. The two will scarcely blend." "Yes, ho suggests all you say. By the way, who is Donald Sefain—his .stepbrother?" - "Oh, have you seen him?" EXTREME CASE OF NERVOUS PROSTRATION As*ottir,hba; results obtained by the to ,e or Dr. Chase'n Herne cod. MRs. }11YT FS, So. Woodstee, Essex Co., 'Ont., writes :--•" When I began the use of Dr. -Chase's Nerve Food I was confined to my bed 'with what the doctors said was nervous pros. ,tration. My stomach was very weak and T "could not sleep. Nervous chills sad trembling would conte over me at ' r(�tea,t times and I scented to be ,," getting weaker and weaker all the t i m e There were also pains on top of the head which cans?d trig much suffer- ing and anxiety. "' After using half a dozen boxes of Dr. Chase's Nerve Food 1 began to gain in weight ; onger. 'irk i,1,11 &nee then feel have been I ' `: 4",'1,1fRiPY�1�Lr•. gradually restored t o lli i $ bIIti3rl3 health and in looking tack can say that the improvement has been annealing wonderful. /used in ail forty boxes of this preparation find feel it a duty at well at a privilege toreconimeed it to aiIwho are suffer. from ilcrvous disorders: ri I'd �r. Chase's Nerve Food, fi0 cents a box. 'T protect you aggainst imitations the .portrait and signature of Dt; i , W. Chase, the fatuous re. £rpt book Author, ate ori every box. ""This afternoon. His faze hautated ate all the way home,"" ""I see you have Vendel's 'Desert Mont:' on your shelf. You've road it.. rise pictures are Donald Sefaia's, Fine, Aren't they? I half believe be made :hem just to sbow what be .could dO, tad then from 'ousficatees' hung down his pep. He's done no serious work since." "Do tell me about him," and Anne, leaving the table, wheeled a low ariu- ►hair to Dr. Ericsson's knee. "It's a bit of a story. •Can you reach Rte a match? Thank you, my dear. This is very cozy," He sat back and half closed his eyes. "" When David Tetnpl!e was about Ib, his father, as hard and. stern a man as ever lived, married a Frenchwoman, a widow with a boy of 8. Soule eeople know and a great many mspoct there never wee a Mr. Wain, end the boy Donald was as surely John Temple's sou. as David, for whom be'It have cut out his eyes; he loved hint so. Well, Mrs. Sefain was a beautitel. wom- en, au adventuress with the manners of a duchess. I never saw her in s bro- zedo dress without thinking how well She'd look on tone of those little pompa- dour fans, all covered with roses and hi t ngs. Donald is the picture of her. % think his eye@ and smile—the latter too rare, God help him—would glorify a plain face into beauty. After five ybars of the most absolutely perfect marital misery Donald's mother died, and he was left in old John Temple's oars.It was a hard fate." ""Why? He didn't like him?"" "Like him? He hated him as only an intolerant, conscientious man can hate. Donald was a constant reproach to him and a reminder of his murried unhappi- ness. He never lot David be friends with him, never. You see,. Donald hadn't a fair chance. He was a lonely Little soul." "Why didn't he set his teeth and make something of himself?" said Anne with the detlanoe•of *champion. "Ah, that's what he should have done exactly! But lie didn't. Instead, at 42O, after leaving John Temple's house he wan', from bad to worse. His face today bears scars of the odds against him. He'ts a failure. I tried to get near him, but he wouldn't let Lite be his friend, It is one of his perversities to affect the poor and mingle with the un- fortunate. Anything prosperous ineplres , a morbid dislike in him; all that's de- formed, shunned; all that lies in shadow finds favor in his sight. He's a strange and silent creature, drinking feverishly, cultivating his worst Methods, finding an unreasonable satisfaction in offering himself as a sacrifice to the discontent instilled into him through the circum- stances of his life." ""I don't understand why he's on The Citizen with David Temple," "Oh, ho simply does work for that as well as a few other papers! He's brim- ful of talent. David employs him as he would a stranger and pays him for what work he turns in. He's seldom in the office." The cloak struck 9, and Dr. Ericsson started up. "Good heavens! And a sick man not a mile away is waiting for me!" Be got into his coat, kissed hor and hurried away. • She carried the bowl of roses from the table to the mantel and stood for a moment with her hands upon them, a look of disquietude in her eyes. She was thinking of Donald Sefain. CHAPTER IV. A fresh, bright afternoon, a vagrant from spring corning between stretches of torrid beat. The stone hall leading front the ed- itorial rooms to the stairs was deserted as David Temple stepped from his office. Ho cot•.ld bear voices aucl laughter through half opeued doors, the din front the streets and shrieking from fac- tory whistles sounding at that height like the growing howl of a mob. When he turned the corner, ho saw Anne Gar- rick, her hand upon tho brass scroll- work around the elevator. She looked tired and very young. A protest leaped into David's heart. He had sometimes experienced the shine feeling, for a city child contentedly threading beads iii the gutter, a wish to transplant it to something more hap- py, to a meadow where breeze, sunlight and leafage were a symphony. At the thought a griin smile'' • is lips. Mies Garrick was w p o and loved the treadmill work in the •noisy world. She hadlold him so. "'Ilat•e you mug?" ho said, smelling her sfd�. "Yes, but there's somo delay below," said Anne, peering clown. "I'll emphasize the fact that the edi- tor and outs of the best writers on The Citifren are waiting," A flash of humor t his fie - ger e `os and he l,e i s came into his y l ger upon the bell uutil its vibrations awoke echoes in the shaft. is was no rise, and David looked distressed. "We'll have to take to the stairs. Give me your parasol and let's snake the best of it. Ybu can rust by the way." They went side by side down the seemingly never ending iron. stairway. ""Are you tired?" he asked when the second landing had been reached. "Wait o minute." David tool.- Osie his bat and stood fee, fag her. they were ' deer) shadow, tiro sounds of life abo.e, below, went- ing to-skisil fsrouud without totioiiiug their isolation. THE Wi? OJ 'MIES S1;I''ltEMBEJ i , Ui04 —Venni lerrick, I've wonted to eay soma.thiug to yon for several days," he Amid, ,stni1flhg, "1 ivatll< to take bade 1 what I Said about wonreu being unfit i for Newspaper work,. You have done I Splendidly and spinet great odds," "0h, do you think so?" ,And the 0Al. or canto hate Anne's cheeks. "I did fled tite work hard, and it's been so bot." II er glatto9 betaine a little t4t911e4Ktug. 1 • "And do yoa think a. woman may be still feminine even if she is not au ex. ode?" ,"prt, T like the exotic woman!" said David as they wait ou. "1 Iike a worn - nu subliwel7 usote4s,providing she's is lot of ether '.7,iM Via, god have proved your right to -brio career you're -ohm" Vat you're one of a paralyzing minority,. 'Why don't ;topiteknowledgo it?" His torso wes,intsntionally provoking, and Anne laughed, herglance a nega. i t,ive. As they stepped from the shade's? into the light of the lower ball the glare through the archway of the door dazzled them, "It's a lovely day, " said David. "The I atmosphere is amazingly clear." They paused for a moment on the doorstep and looked at the picture of the city, "Every detail," be added, "shows with the accuracy of n photograph—the blue in the shirts of those laborers, the brown of the trench, the violet green of I that bit of grass, the flags in the blue air. .Are you going tq walk?" ho asked abruptly. "Yes; there's such a good breeze." "If you've no objection, I'll walk with you." A pulse of exultation quickened in Anne's heart as they went up the swarming street, David adapting bis steps to hers. ,"'fell me," he said curiously, "what Dr. Ericsson thinks of your independent spirit." Ho takes it entirely for granted." "I am behind the times, I suppose," he said, with a short Laugh. "' Well, I .can't help it. I don't like the independ- ent woman, Olt, she has virtues! But when woman loses, her inconsistency and self doubt she loses her clmete." "She needn't. If she's in earnest and loves it, why shouldn't she work and live alone as I do", "But you live with your uncle, don't Yon?" "No. I am much more comfortable as I am. 1 came here sure of a small income. I earn that sum twice over now, I Iive alone, and I'm writing a book." "Really." They continued in silence, and then David looked at her squarely. "I alit thinking what an atnnziug gulf lies between yqu and your great- grandmother. Wouldn't she scold you if she could come back? Wouldn't she, though?" "I dare say," said Anne placidly, "but I wouldn't approve of my great- grandmother, nor of my grandmother either." David threw back his head as n boy does before a shout of Iaughter, correct- ed himself and looked at her with weighty seriousness. "Really, impertinence couldn't go further." Anne's smile was both naive and speculative as she continued: "My grandmothers Jiad no spirit, no originality, went in for artistic fainting and wrote silly love rhymes. They were as savorless as oatmeal without salt, those admirable, chimney corner wom- en. Their husbands thought nothing of crying 'Tush' at thein, and they gush- ed' beautifully. Oh, they wouldn't be at all popular today." "But you are not a new woman?" said David with some awe. "No," and the denial was uncompro- mising, "I hate the new woman, You have not classified me correctly. I hope I am the awakened womao." "I never heard of her before." "Well, I'll tell ypn something about her. Without retaining the womanli- ness of the clinging heroine of the past and without feeling to al sensible extent a desire for progress she, could not ex- ist. Slie is the result cit extremes past and present," - "Many of her?" "She's everywhere. Iler privileges are to many site's busy enjoying them. There's little said about her, but every ono who thinks knows she is the woman of today." Her earnestness made bar face strangely lovely, and the thought prompted David's next words. "Does she like to be pretty?" "She. delights in it. She's not only a good chum with men or a plaything or an intellectual machine; she's a wom- an," the said, and there was music in the word. "She believes that marrying the man she loves --and she can't love the weak, the stupid, the hopelessly corrupt --is the culmination of the pur- 4� yc•Y • 14. r y'1#la' Ux� "'Dot Von etre not rt hint vromctttt'" sate/ 1 »apa with some Kittle. There acre very few cleans- ing operations in which Sunlight Soap cannot be used to ;Avant - age. ' i4 masses the home bright and clean. 111 r.m But best of all, she's not a paragon, Her aspirations aro high and good, her faults itiluriug, .Now you know any ideal," By the time her home was reached they were very well acquainted, Anne felt herself come very near the gentlest side of David's nature us she gave hien her band, Ile clasped it earnestly as he looked into her untroubled eyes, '"New York is dead in summer time," be said irrelevantly. "All oile'e friends away 1 So few people one cares to talk to anyway!" An unreasoningsense of gladness filled Anne. ibe kuew he was waiting for her to speak. ."Dr, Ericsson spends many of his. „esto st vent work --every pretty actress smiling: at you pleadingly) l4'WAS made for it, 11y the vitiiy, Mee Gatwick, why don't you go on the stage? Beastly wont this ter a pretty gilt' Aunts was not listening to him. Leen., lug leer elbow ou the back of the chair, Ler baud curved like a cup to support her chin, site was looting, at Donald • flefein, who had just come M. 1 There be was, ebitbby, end , a recite*, among the alert crowd. The dittpontent in his worn eyes, his hopeless but un- couguered lair, aeeutod ;tow as always 'ones a winos, peesioeate phrase woven • uuiittin ly into the flourished of Jt back- neyed tune. Site woudered if she would ever know Itiut, ever learn just what sinuosities of character, what eeporiences, had made hint the creature he was, Thia wish had began to tinge her days.. Nothing, however, seemed .store unlikely. They had not exalt aui ed a word. He bald aloof from her as from every one else. 'Mock at that beast Sefain," mutter- ed Breidley. Wlty do you call bin* that?" And Anue turned sharply upon kine. "Look at his clothes," "They're not like the Duke of Stook- bury's, are they?" "Beellea he drinks. 1 saw him drunk once in this very room. It was last spring, I thick. Hie eyes were frightful that day. 1 expected, tq Lave a good. story al out Itis suicide nest morning. But fellows like him never kill them- selves," Anne moved away and stood near Prawley'e desk, just as Donald went up to Nina, "I want to do the pictures for the Platt's Peak strike," she heard him eay in his surly, indifferent tone. "Mr. Temple atteuds to that," said Frawley, strolling over to watch, the telegrams coming in like orad, "But I can't wait to see him unless be comes within five minutes: I wish you'd tell hint I'd like to go to Platt's Peak. I don't suppose there'll be a rush for the place anyway." "D ---d fussy about hie minutes for a beggar," thougbt Frawley, but an- swered in a colorless voice, "All right.'" Donald slouched over to his desk and eieked up his hut. He had neared the door when Frawley, peciiug over the operator's shoulder at the wire, uttered a cry. "Good God !" Consternation and suspense fell upon the place. It was as if a full heart had evenings here. 'Wen you feel inclined, come in too," "I will," he said gratefully, And Ito did. Often after busy days during which scarcely a word was ex- changed between them he would find himself strolling through the sultry night to the grateful coolness of Anne's rooms. Dr. Ericsson was generally there, but sometimes they were alone. The unusualness of unhampered com- radeship with a bright, youug and pret- ty woman, their long, satisfying talks on subjects whimsically varied, the iit- depeudenee of Anne's solitude, her courageous position as a worker, level With his own as a man, appealed to David with a charm new in his experi ence. As he grew more and more interested his visits became more frequent, They became good friends. Sornetixues while the moon looked over the roof tops and the candles, flamed in the night breezy Anne snug to pian. Sometimes Dr. Er- icsson and she dined with him, mostly iu cool, suburban places, requiring long drives along the almost empty avenues and through the massed shadows'of the park, Sometimes on David's ro,f top, made comfortable with rugs and bam- iuocks, they three saw the day die and the stars gather Iike eyes to watch the clashing ways of life. Every day his fondness for her deepened. She was his comrade and frieuci. He felt himself her sileut champion and protector. , I CHAPTER V. "Do you think 'Temple will get nero tonight before the paper's out?" And the news editor nervously rolled and un- rolled the copy he held. "When he says he'll do a thing, be dues it," said Frawley, the managing editor, who was covering the pages be- fore"hite with bine lines from his flash- ing peucil until they looked Iike maps of it railroad that followed an iuconse- queut course and met iu a labyrinth. Aune looked at the clock. It was after 10. The pencil dropped from her finger and she pulled the shade from above her tired eyes. Since 7 she had been writing in a race against time, and now, her work completed, she was tingling with fatigue. It was the 1st of November. The summer, enlike any other of her life, seemed far away. Made up of dusty, feverish days and happy nights, it was past, Iike a sleep. Through the window before her she could sec the fog drip- ping over the city, a curtain of sooti- ness, its folds breaking on the angles of houses, the lights of the town white splashes on tho Haze. The world looked sullen, as if choked under that sooty pall into submission and silence. And yet none kuew better than she, sitting aloft amour; the ebronicfers, of the snarl among the uahappy, of the tur- moil and crime seething there, and the ambition which spited no brother fox the uprising of self. It had been a day of extraordinary climaxes. A murder in high places had horrified the city. The political strug- gle was hurrying to a crisis. The latest telegrams told of disastrous floods iu one state and a strike of many thou. sand miners in another. As a result there were tonight more striking of bells and dragging sound of hurryiug feet than were usual even dur- ing the exciting hours just previous to the paper going to press. There was ex- pectancy on the absorbed faces. Unrest hung in the air like a stornicloud. After it week's absence David Temple was momentarily expected. He had wired to suspend any'tarraugements re- garding tl assignment of 'reporters to the scene of the strikes until Itis arrival, While the usual routine of Making the paper went on the Wen were 'Waiting for bite. Aune was waiting for him too. A `trembling anticipation swept over her as she fancied him coming through the open door. He would bring restfulness into the confusion, a visiblo power to the bantlIing of the several problems, and it would be good to see him again. "He ought to he here noW," said ,Tack Eraidley, strolling over to bow desk. "1 hope he'll let lteout tif Platt's. Peak. I don't want that assignment. Starving miners aro not ninth in my Way," "I thought not," said Anne dryly, gathering together the copy headed "The Sunday Page," Which during the present stress the edited. "1 never .saw you look its happy as the day you were sent out to inspect and describe the Doke of ltocicbury's wedding clothes when he came over to marry the sugar retinret's daug .ter, They were in your pose for whieh slits was created. Sheet line." • p Jh, l< stay, you too chuff n fellow Icor• not ignorant of the existence of evil, rf bly I Dat seriously, l'In playing for but it MS riot: tempted rior hardened the rh'w'tatie critic's place. Jove, fancy • • 1 "/ want to do the. pictures for t1 c Platt's Peak strike," she heard hint xnl/. suddenly ceased beating. In the stilI- ness the shrill warnings of fog whistles from the bay were eerie, as if witches ' shrieked at the windows. Donald paused at the door. Anne stood like it stone. "Hear this. Temple"— And Fraw- ley sank back into a seat unable to obey his impulse to speak. I "What, for heaven's sake?" And one of the men waiting seized the tape from the operator's lingers. "Southern express wrecked south of Philadelphia. Many dead. David Tem- ple fatally injured." There was much more. Details fol- lowed, speculation, exclamations of dig-, may and pity, but Anne heard only those last four words. They had de- scended like a sword, striking strength and motion from her body and all but one thought front her mind. She stood with pale lips, a shadow weighing upon her eyes. She shivered as if in the clam-; (To be continued.) A W E WINER. A wise mother never attempts to cure the ailments from which her little ones I suffer by stupefying tion) with sleeping i dittughts, "soothing" preparations and ' sirn)Iar medieines coutainiug 'sates Tins clasp of redicirnns aro aponsible for the untimely death. of ousands of little ones, though r mothers inay not realize it. W e your tittle ones are ailing give the Baby's Own Tab- lets, a inedte ne sold ttittler a t;ttar'antee rruiriun no o;,i.tte or haruttul drug. Mothers w h i phare nse:t the Tablets al- ways speak in their praise. Mrs. A. .Tohneton, Eddystone. 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Students may enter any time during term. Booklet free. J. W. Westervelt, Principal, Y.M.C.A. Building, London. ,,, ana'alertnee. tverArsfi r, BALANCE OF 1904 surnreawasm4nmana tia:namrmr"a For the balance pf this year we are prepared t give the following low clubbing, rates to new subscribe: rs Times to January 1st, I905 25e Times and Family Herald and Weekly ily Star to January Ist, 1905, - .. 50c Timers and Weekly dobe to Jan. Ist, 1905, 45e Times aud Weekly Sun to Jan. 1st, 1905, bOC Wingbat , THE TIMES,