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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1904-10-20, Page 7�y oo lllto;, TJ1E *INDIUM Ti!i $ OC20, ii44, men. or elyi Ave"... �. + CHAPTER XIII. At 8 o'clock it was snowing wildly. "The pity was like the wraith of what lit had been in the morning hours, Foot• marks were wiped out as soon as made, and the whirl of the storm filled the town with excitement. The bell' in David Temple's office wall rung sharply. "I didn't know Mr. Templed come t, back," said Pete in dismay, sliding the .latest dime novel under a box. While fastening her veil Anne listen- ed for David'e voice. His steady, umo. l Dented toned came clearly to her. He 'bad returned and entered his private oboe without passing through the ed- : itorial rooms• A moment later he came in, "I thought you'd be gone," be said, pausing beside her. His eyes were un- usually bright, a cool color from the storm was on his cheeks. "I'm going out again In a moment and will go up town with you. I just (tame down to see Marley," and he orossod to the night 'editor's desk. Ten minutes later they were on the :streets together. The snow stung their faces, settled like a mantle over them, .and in oaprioiotas skeins half hid the blinking oyes of the Crowd they passed through. Shivering newsboys blew on 'their fingers, crouching ander the stairs of the elevated road, and white capped tamale mon presiding over their copper pans like magioians over a flame sent 'their rolling ory from the shelter of doorways. The trains were Crowded at that hour. It was necessary for Anne to take a meat far from where David stood, and she could only see bis big shoulders be- yond an intervening dozen. By the time 'her gate came in sight after a difficult walk the storm had reached crescendo, and they were breathless. "Oome up to the lire for a moment," said Anne. "But you haven't dined?" "Hours ago. It's almost 9. Come in. I've seen nothing of you for a week." "Just for a moment, then, if I may. Besides, 1 want to speak to you of Dou- aid, " And it was of Donald they talked, yet something in David's tone thrilled and bewildered Anne. He had been sue- ' cessful in his interview with Donald Sefain, had flung the first plank across the chasm between them. But content • for that did not explain the light in his face, the passionate air in his whole presence. He seemed reveling in nnex- • pressed exultation. With a foolish stir- ring of the heart Auue was conscious of : it and waited. As he talked he leaned back with eyes half closed. The pose forcibly recalled the first day she saw him, when be had tried to prevent her becoming a news- paper woman, the flung bank shoulder and half Closed eye, the loosened look of hair clinging to the forehead and giving a boyish touch to his face. Then be was a stranger, treating her like a • too ambitious ohild. Now he was David, Sao familiar, so well understood he was like another self, and she loved him. There was fright in this last thought tonight. She seemed wild and strong, but Chained by one invisible thread of her own making. While she listened to David she found herself endeavoring to explain to her pride tho voluntary sur- render of her heart to this man who did not and never might love her. She thought of the optimism in natural se- lection and that it might be unreoipro- sated. She was only following an old Iaw. • Other women had impulsively and si- lently loved men whose hearts had been • closed to them. She knew that David was indifferent. . He permitted few people an aoquaint- anoe with hie intimate self, He sought none. Yet no man had more friends, Pete in the office, to whom from sheer • unconcern he had never spoken a kind • word, felt privileged in some invited- .. oua way when commissioned to carry home a parcel for him. Donald, in spite of the untoward circumatauoee of their t'Constant Dread of Paralysis i Lift arm got numb—Doctors UIt;L, nervous exhausttlon— Rsmarkable cure by Dr. Ohase's Nerve rood. Mes. CttAS. S. Ceevee, North Gower, Oat., writes ; "1 do not hesitate to recommend Dr. • Chase's Nerve rood and would not begtudga fifty dollars for the geed it has done me. nit sir years I suffered with severe pains in my right shoulder and numb- ness in my left arm. No tongue can tell what 1 suis: ered. The doctors said the trouble was front the nerves but their medicines proved et as avail so. I resolved to give Dr. Chase's N e r t e Feed a orifi. After using six boxes of this medicine my health WAS se greatly improved that I got more Ititkd; CIO* and I used in all twenty. • iieht hares Wide the result that I atm conipletelr cured,. Ido riot feel that I can itse strong enough • • Wadi In recommending this medicine to all wise Steer is 1 did." Dr. Chase's Nerve Food 150 tents a box, T. , proteet you against imitations the portrait and signature of Cir. A. W. Chase, the famous teee"pt book atrtafele.tlrd en every box of his 1' Irfnge%>ete lives, loved hint with all his heart. it was not strange, then, since David Tem- pie was, a man whose magnetism was a positive possession, who owned the passive supremacy which steals from the recorded lives of Napoleon and Dean Swift, that one woman should have come still nearer to him uninvited. She seethed defending her weaknesa before an invisible jury and was acquitted. "A spleadtd chance," David was saying when she gave him her undivid- ed attention again; "a chance not to be bad every day. The partnership can be had for an absurdly small 'amount, you know, because the Englishman who is cutting it all sickened in the climate and wants to got home. But Donald, as- sisted by the good business men still in the Company, could make it pay. In Brazil"--- "Brazii? He'll have to go to Brazil?" she said uncertainly. "You haven't been listening to me." And David leaned toward her. "Where do you suppose they grow Coffee, Anne —on Staten Island? Really," he said urgently, "nothing will help Donald like getting away from New York. If it's hard to ant the old assooiations here, it will be just as hard to form new ones there. At first he would not Iisten to me, would not let me lend him the necessary money. It was a struggle between us, and I assure you, Anno, I humiliated myself to him." "Does he want to go now?" "He wants to try—glad even to stop sketching for awhile, It need only be for a few years. He will give up brain work and uncertain hours for a life de- manding physical energy and systematio ;. abita. raid I tell you," he said more softly, "he's to let me send hie protege, Joe Evans, to my old nurse in Connecti- cut? The elimate down there would fin- ish the little chap in a wink." Ile start- ed up and took a few steps up and down. "I never can forget my visit to his rooms the other night and the sight of the sink boy there. Donald is a queer iaixture of good and bad, isn't he? He's done what I never could do, been vicious as I never could be, but he's made life heaven for one Creature, urged to it by a humanity which I scarcely understand. " He stood before the fire and stared into it. There was a line between his brows, his glance was heavy, and Anne knew he was thinking of himself and what be lacked as perhaps he ne'ber had before. Ile sighed and moved so that his elbow rested cu the mantel. When he looked down at Anne, she am again the light as from a heart ratisfled which a little while before had puzzled her, "Anne," he said in a eauaing way, "do I seem unlike myself tonight?" She nodded. She could not move her eyes from hie. "But do I look like a man who has come into a rare inheritance? Do I? Yes, Yee," be• said thickly, "I want to tell you, Yon have been so much to me I must tell you now." He took the chair opposite her and again leaned forward. Anne sat motion- less, a heavy coldness woightiug'!rer. "Look at me. I am in love at last, as Unreasonably, as hopefully, as if 1 were 22." There was a second's pause. To Anne it was the ray between aspiration and chaos, all that was possible and what could Hover be. "I told Olga today/ loved her. Anne, and idle 1s going to marry me. You and I will be relatives soon," he said gayly and pressed her hand. There was nothing to tell him. She wan Cold and in darkness. She remained apparently quiet while her heart seemed cloven by a sword. She said everything he expected of her, scale of the phrases quite prettily too. She even laughed while the mirth was dart on her lip and David unreal and terrible to her. After a long time be went away, and she sat like a dead woman, yet curious- ly, painfully alive to one thought. She had loved him, and he had passed her by. Olga had won her happiness. The apathy 'either, and she sprang up, her eyes 'suddenly wild. She hated Olga and envied her bitterly, brat only for a ?moment. Through all her pain the rec- ognised an unquestionable fatality. The reason of her failure to draw to herself the man she loved lay ■omowhere at the large root of, things, ire darkness, beyond the knowing. Olga's success was just as inexplicable and impersonal. The bitter fact she could fade and must accept, but nothing else. Unoonsoioue of time, she eat still un- til voices in the hall and a knock at the door seemed to come frosty a long die• tames. Nora, half asleep, entered with a letter. A. messenger boy in the hall was rubbing his tiara with hit widened hands. Anne opened the envelope without curiosity, bd't the words aroused her, Brad pity for something betides herself paced over her face t Kr bass Agar -Can you loans is sty place as soda virtu read tbiat Era afraid it's all up with goof ,Too, sad he keeps talking of yott. De come with the messenger. Ho wen'/ rive Wealth the night. 1 Hare sot leave hes odds. DcxAra. Anne looked at the elook. It was after 11. She heard the Wind Shake the window in fury, she sew this snot moved like a trentendeas curtain West - Ward, and a greening aid* in frena the night, The sheat room balanus ink gouty uuindutable. When site stepped Opal her doorway' tw04 Ike Gels, 11th wltad, as i<f recogatt• irhg her affiant by tea** of tile storm in her $ooll, Weirioutei hetwitkirtglgy., More than half the battle in cleaning greasy dishes is in the soap you use. If it's Sunlight Soap it's the best. as There was relief in bending her heiidl against the blast, in feeling the flakes slang her face to burning life, the sense Of being needed had comfort in it, and the purpose of her errand surmounted for the tirue the other dull, insistent ache. The street where Donald lived was in the heart of the business center and ;mournfully quiet. The lights in high tenements and old fashioned ledging houses flickered on lonely stretobee of snow, traffic was muffled, and people passed as if with velvet shod feet. Anno dismissed the messenger at Donald's door and entered alone, From the many small apartments carne sounds of the life within. Through one open transom where tobacco smoke curled she heard. a ("erman's voice, raised in argument, roll out, "Bismarck!" In an- other roo'zn a •girl was laughing uure- strainedly. Farther away the reitera- tions of a banjo were like punotuations on the silence. The meaning of her presence there struck Anne afresh and sharply. One room of this big house was silent, set apart, although no signet mark of blood Nora, half asleep, enteredwtth a tetter. showed on the door. Joe, the wan picker boy, had become a personage with all preparations made for a myste- rious and final journey, and she bad come to bid him an impressive farewell. At the bead of the stairs she paused. .A dread of the room beyond and the scene to follow came upon her, and she half turned away. But Mrs. Mulligan came down the hall, and under the unsheltered gaslight Anno saw on her face the resigned sor- row of the old. "It's ye, aouahle," she said, with a long sigh. " Well, poor Joe's gone." Sho opened the door showing the dim room, Donald at the window, his head bowed, and Joe's spent body outlined on the bed in majestic and eternal quiet. Donald turned and came quickly to Anne's side. He held her band in si- lence ice a moment. "I suppose I shouldn't have asked you tomato," he said, lifting the snowy cloak from her shoulders, "but Joe wanted you. Only a few moments after the messenger bad gone be died." There was a defiant, unhappy smile on itis Itps. "His reprieve was short lived, wasn't it? And I had meant to make him happy. I was not permitted, you see. Perhaps I was not fit." "Don't'-- don't — Donald" —• And &nue, unable to say more, sat down be- aide the bed. Tho room was silent. Mrs. Mulligan had stopped the clock, and the bands pointed to the last moment of Joe's life. The old woman who had so sincerely loved the waif drew the cloth to the sharp chin and stood like a figure of !'ate, drearily nodding. 'rho boy's facie wore the look of fixed appeal with which the dead Can disarm even hate.. "A wild night to diel" sighed Mrs. Mulligan, striking her palms softly to- gether. "He was a small gossoon to go SO far alone. Poor Joel Ye'll never hould inc yarn for me again. I'll miss ye, 'cdstia, 'sore I'll miss ye." Break- ing'' into sobs; she went out. "Annoy"I want to speak to you." The words were a breath and spoken over her shoulder- She half turned, when Donald's hand was laid upon her arm. "NO," he said quickly, "don't look at me. Let me say what I must here." His dark, agonised face was bent above her as she sat iu a waiting atti- tude, her eyes on the silent Wools. A lock of hair lay on her shoulder, and Donald's fingers touohod it etonithily (luting a moment's pause. "How can I say what I want to?" he asked helploesly, "But I needn't say all, You know what you've been to me. Anne, this room holds all my worse than useless Hie has known --you and what was Joe. His eyes are forever , Closed, the drat Whore worship I felt I deserved. You don't know whet thrt meant to me. His look was like a wait, ing pardon, no ?natter what hay sins." She tried to lift her hand and speak, but he pressed it back, still &veining her gate. "What I was to Joe, " he Maid, "yon'vo been to Me• --that and more. The bond between us makes inc know that in some dear sense I belong to you* -that you will be Inde glad or sad by what I fluty become. Well, to away front you 1n a land 'where I 'shalt be alone and lonely I'm going to work thinking of you. Atter tonight Limey no* Mee 'nig .wg=i to{' l'l r. ,V41 1 k• at, loll , Colne hack, And I may say to. yeti WO, Anne,, What slow,[ must only whisper from shadow and without a hope. I dive you. You ars Mere to the than creed or Church or pre,ypre, for you'vl,. done what these couldn't. And 1 love. you for yourself, apart from; this i 1to- getber. I love you, Anne. I love year." His voice faltered. Anne rose and fared hien, It seemed as if chords in her well' had been strucirharshly that night, but in mine Jnsolvabie way a wondrous Immunity had resulted. The yeareiug eentimont which Donald had always inspired in her rose to some- thing more. In being hope, desire arid strength to hint them was a reepousibii- ity of joy and pain mho Could not whol- ly accept, yet would not repulse. She gave him her bands, her mouth quiver- ing like a child's. Her eyes were all tenderness and oonfidence. "I don't deserve a love like this," she said seriously. "How littleideserve it1 But I'll retnomber, Donald.'" She sighed and looked at him intently. "I'll remember all you've said." But when his eyes grew more wistful she looked away. It was after 2 o'olock when Donald left her at her door and said goodby. She watched him down the street stud saw him stand once in the drifting scow and look back. She went slowly up the stairs and in- to the sitting room, where the fire had been kept bright. A mocking presence seemed to greet her. Just within the door she leaned against the wall. There was the snow padded window, the cur- tain drawn back as her hand had placed it. By the fire was the chair in which David Temple had sat. She saw the book on which her elbow had rested as she listened to him. In the shock of Joe's death and Don- ald's unexpected words the memory of the bitter hour spent there had been crowded back. Now it started into full life, and apprehensive disgust of the days to come nullified other feeling within her. "Ob, to forget, to forget, to forget!" She flung off cloak and hat and sat dowu at her desk before the window. Her lips were set and seemed to have been brushed with ashes, Her eyes were shut beueatb frowning brows. She would forget—she must. She could not bear 'the days to come unless she did forget. Before her lay the portfolio holding the pages of her neglected novel. Scarce- ly knowing what she did, she opened it and laid her hands upon the leaves. A phrase hero and there caught her eyes, the name of the characters she bad cre- ated. A deeper attraction for the work awoke in her, desire for sleep departed, and she felt alive to her finger tips. She bent over the pages, and her pen went haltingly at first, but by degrees a new desire dominated, her, and noth- ing but the thought and the word born of the thought was real to her. All else bad failed. This power in herself was strong and true. Though all other de- lights forsake her, this never would. Her cheek was gray, and the light had gone from her eyes, whose •lashes were stiffened with tears. But she was no longer unhappy. The drifting mists of that strange dawn fled under the full sunlight and found her still writing. CHAPTER XIV. Seven months bad passed between David's marriage in April and the fog- gy afternoon when he and Olga with some other hundred souls arrived in New York on board the Lucauia. Dr. Ericsson was at the wharf to meet them. They were to dine that night en familia at the old house in Waverly place. "Anne can't be with ns," said the old an regretfully as the carriage took them np Broadway. "Her old home in the Country is without a tenant at pres- ent, and she's taking a rest there. She's been working too hard, too steadily, night and day," "She's a fool," said Olga from her corner, where she sat wrapped in furs to the nose. "She'll be used up in five years." David felt his heart grow warm at the mention of Anne's name, The old life would be delightful again. He had lost many idols during the long honey- moon and now longed for work, the rush of The Citizen's rooms, where dis- cussions on life's verities shot to and fro like a weaver's shuttle. He longed for a eight of .Anne at her corner desk with bent profile or cheek restiug in her band. His marriage should not alter the friendship which bad been iu its way more satisfying, as it surely was rarer, thau love. A comrade of a pretty, clover Woman was the best gift a men eould have in life. And be knew Anne would be glad to have him back, She lad missed him, for she chose few friends, and none had been to her like him. "Teli me about Anne," he said eager- ly, while he gazed with pleasure at the familiar street scenes framed in the car- riage windows. "She's well, isn't rhe?" "Oh, yes, indeed!" said Dr. Ericsson, with a bright ensile. "Why shortldn't she be? If, as thoysay, a woman thrives On admiration, she's had quite enough to turn that dark tressed head of hers. You know about her book." "Nol Is it finished? You don't mean she's had her beok published? She did not write that bit of news. I call it sly of her." "Perhaps she doubted its merit, its reception, Sho doubts no lobger. There aro plenty of booke 'Awaked at the pub - lib, but seldom onr like hers. Every- body is recornnieuding it to everybody else." "This is great news. Do you hear, Olga?" But Olga Wait &deep. "Morgan did a good thing for himself when --he got her for The Planet, didn't lee?" asked Dr, Ericsson. "Yeu'11 miss her on The Oitizen." "What do you rneatil" aekeii David. "I don't know What you're talking rtbottt." "Bat leen knew' Oa* was no leapt with' TeCHUM.""110. t ii • "She wrote you tete days—two weeks ago.,, "I didn't get the letter, then." And David oat back, making AO WOO to bide his disappointment. After ieeruingehe particulars be WA*: silent. He could not realize Anile wife IOUs, Pad with her to a great extent the fnfuenoe iu his Hittite desiredand loved in the purest souse. He longed to see her again that night. There was winch be wanted to talk tellerabout, lie wanted her to come down 4 room and welcome hien. lie wanted to hear her bright ac-. °omit of the multitude of, incidents which had happened during the months he had been away, She bad a pretty trick when talking of bringing her flet down upon her knee in the most gentle way that had always reminded him of a flower striking its head against a wall --be wanted to see that, .end her .uplift- ed fade, and to hear her quick laugh. He had felt a similar but less intricate craving for a chum at school after tI#e division of the holidays.. Tho feeling strengthened during the night, end,long after Olga had gone to her first laud sleep on a bed that didn't wobble he found himself treading the Maim leading to The Citizen offices. It was close upon midnight, He had not been expected until morning, and his cowing made a sensation. In a twin- kling he was in the midst of the old, life, finding at that unexpected moment a snore of questions to decide and the usual turmoil singing in the air. IIe flung himself into the work, his disap- pointment about Anne almost forgotten in the earnestness of the hour. But in the curly morning, with the wet, first copy of the paper in his hand, he stood before her deserted desk. A sense of loss crept coldly over him. Would he never see her sitting there again? CHAPTER XV. The old Temple mansion on lower Fifth avenue seemed to wick surprise from its windows at the changes which had taken place within its walls for months before and weeks after its mas- ter's return. Staircases had been revers- ed, rooms halved 'or multiplied, win- dows made over and the furniture of many generations removed to make room for the treasures Olga had brought with her from Europe. When completed at Christmas time, it was as beautiful as rare rugs, china and genuine antiquities could make it. Since her earliest memory Olga had never •boon given a penny to spend without the accompaniment of a cau- tion to use it to the best advantage, as there were few to follow. Later her in- satiable need of luxuries beyond her reach had been gratified by the mount- ing up of bills, but the unpleasantness of debt had followed and eaten half the pleasure. As David Temple's wife she found herself for the first time able to Command money, and she spent it. Luxuries became needs, fashionable ri- valries troubled her, and she lay awake devising competitive extravagances. It was her ambition to be not only the beauty of her set, but a famous beauty and the most talked of woman of her time. Celebrated belles of the past had found a place in history either by their splendid gallantries, wit or by the orig- inality of their caprices. The age she lived in did not view 'the erst with the palliative wink belonging to the days of Charles IT and Louis XV, the second was beyond her; but a startling outlay of money by a beauty of good position could create a heroine in this money worshiping time. "Yon are splendid," Smedley Joyce said to her, surveying her with monocle held up. "You need splendor. You're the very one to set the pace in sooiety.. We have no social successes here worth mentioning unless I except myself. But you can become leader and attract ri- vals. That sort of thing gives verve to society; '!he day will come when Amer- loan society will not be the vapid thing It is now, and even self eanplaoent, nontraveled France will at least have heard our names. You are beautiful, young, rich and a capital actress. Use your gifts well, startle by your original- ities, make a feature of the drama in the drawing room, spend all the .money you can command in a way that will create notice --do these things, and you will be a success." Olga laid the lesson to heart. Her Country house on the sound, purchased from a fallen millionaire, soon outdid in coat and display her town bones. Her next Craze wat for horses, and she had stables built with stalls of oak,and triau- miage of abpper. A chin Marie Antoi- nette baudoit. on .the upper G9oa wap the (To be continued.) A THOUGHTFUL PRIEST. Point Out to 1'Iothero tl,e Way to Keep their Cldldren Welt and Happy. Rev. J. L. 1! rancoeur, Casselman, Ont., is a kind hearted priest who has none much to alleviate suffering among the little ones in the homes of his parish- ioners. 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