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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1904-12-15, Page 7+li** * .*ltd*:*mart. *is*** ****,*,****ai* **410"'"'" NINri'"M. ern.. *t * * * * * st **** 'The Girl of the 1 Orchard Howard Copyright 1901, by Charles W. Hooke' Fie •r►..dills'*iIAN'I�.`++Nr`�sr as rm►"sr►i"r.`u/I�litt'r: d", * N'*.91Fi4iiM******* i Tt seemed most likely, Indeed nearly . certain, that site was in Chicago Yieid lag some friend and preparing a our - prise for me. With this idea in my , mind I dared not go anywhere, and a ••sudden fortunate descent of great heat *von the city gave me an excuse for restricting my movements. "You're looking a little under the -;Weather," said my father on the even - 'Ing of the second day. "Why don't you go out of town for a few; days?" 1 protested that I did not wish to leave litm alone, but he would not hear • of my remaining upon lata account. He was a perfect salamander; not even his collars ever suffered from the ef- leets of the heat, and he must stay le ?. town for certain matters of business. "Run across to St. Jo," said he. "You used to like that region," It had been upon my mind to gc s there, and as he approved I took pas• sage across the Lige next morning, I :had friends in St. Jo, but was in ne . mood to see them. Solitude was my . desire. As was the case with Hamlet, man delighted not me, and woman fat less. Every girl that looked at ale was Sibyl in disguise, and in this pro,. . ese of interminably mistaking strap. gere I lost the 'last vestige of my merle . cry of her. This result wap assisted by some- , thing which I had thought would work • the other way. Between the leaves of . a book in the library' at' home I had •found a faded proof of a photograpb which must be Sibyl's. The pose was Unusual, for it permitted little of the face to be seen, only the curve of the cheek and a faint suggestion of a nose. There were a hat and a mass of hair which might have been red, black or yellow for all that the print revealed, but the lady's ear was quite distinct and very pretty. I had a suspicion tbat the camera might have been pointed at It particularly. The photograph was quite recent, as I judged by the appearance of the paper, but it had been exposed to strong light. I had preserved it care- fully for use in case of doubt. It e seemed to me that I should surely , recognize that ear, and yet I suspected • three ears on tate steamer and a dozen on the streets of St. Jo within two :hours after landing. I had decided to stay a day or two in a quiet boarding house where I bad lived for a week half a dozen years be- fore. It was on an unpretentious street which seemed to have changed less than most other parts of the city, One of the suspected ears preceded me "long this street and, to my surprise and I might almost say alarm, entered that very house where I designed to stop. As for the owner of the ear, I had a better view of her after dinner when •.she sat on the veranda with some oth- er young people who Iived in the house. I learned that she was a Miss Jones, a recent arrival and somewbat of a mys- teary—a fascinating mystery, for she was surely one of the prettiest girls - that ever walked this earth. The first clear view of her set all mr suspicions at rest. Sibyl would be a no beauty, granting her the best that time can do for a growing girl. The resemblance between them must ter- ' tainly be limited to the ears, and there, if I might judge from the pbotographtc print, it really was surprising. I stud- ied the ear with considerable interest in the light of an electric lamp that stood before the house. Some one introduced me to Miss Jones in a manner quite unconvention6 al, and the had a few minutes' conver- sation. She seemed a cultivated Wotn- e an, with the easy manner that ,comes of birth and breeding, yet I judged that her mind was not at peace, and the thought came to me that she must be a girl in reduced circumstances forced .. out into the world to make her living. Our interview was brief, for she soon withdrew into the house, and it was Important to ane' cliiedy because of the slight resemblance I had noted. Sup- t, pose this girl were Sibyl. What should I dol It was a question I disliked to • answer. She was remarkably attract- . lee, The wildest flight of fancy eould not endow Sibyl with ko many charms, And yet 1; would hate fled from the mere suggestion ot regarding Miss Jones as A possibility for me. I was hopelessly under the domination of an- -other personality. That Was the lesson. My first and pressing need was to for- , get Anna Lamoine. When Miss Sones had gone into the t house, I kindled a cigar and found a •chair at the most unpopular en'd of the veranda—the one nearest the ligbtr as , may easily be guessed. Laughter and , music (or what passed for it) arose from the young people on the darker • side. They annoyed ins. .11oW can a Watt decide a pressing question et the heatrt While a dozen 'thoughtless and frivolous creatures are bawling "rte- . scatzse I Love You"r" Thin house need • to be quiet, Apparently it had lost that . merit. 1 couldn't go- to my room be. ▪ cause its windows were directly over i the limit of the merry., merry chorus. li Might shift 'any quarters to a hotel, but 1 dfaltke 1 to register under an Mk. *teemed name, and to put my awn on •, ahe bobs would be to Write Wee of diy acqualatinecis in St. Zo to send kip their eat& A. boarding bout, WO tny only refuge, but 1 seemed to We Amite the Wrong one. 'I.'1iirO Wal tee ranch l41* raerritnent here. 1 could never forget Anna Lamoine in such a place. What I wanted was a chance to sit down and think about it in perfect peace. Lacking that possibility at the moment, it seemed best to take a walk. At the first corner a man coining along at a good gait glanced at me and started. The light struck sharply on my face, and his was in shadow, but I knew hint instantly. His name wail Brooks, and he bad been in my father's employ for a dozen yeare, We had been quite friendly, he and 1, in former days,: but, I was in no snood to meet him then. "Terry!" he called after me, "Mar- shall Terry, is that you?"' "It's all that's left of roe," said I, Wheeling about. "How are you, Johnny?" "All that's left of your he ex- claimed, making a pretense of looking up at me as if .I had been a monu. meat, "When was there more?" "Before I struck New York," said I, though that couldn't mean much to hit". "What are you doing over here?" "Came over to see a fellow," Bald he and added something which gave the impression that he was hurt because I had not looked him up in Chicago. "I'm not feeling !h good spirits," said C, "Don't care to see any one; bad a little streak of hard luck. You under- stand. Don't mention it to any one. What I'd like just now would be a lodge in some vast. wilderness, for * week or two," Ile laughed and eyed me Curiously. "Why don't you go out to Airs. With- erspoon's?" he asked. I had an indistinct recollection of the name. "Some kind of resort, isn't It?" said 1. "Swell boarding house," he began. But I said, "No, thank you," hastily. "Oh, but this is different," he has- tened to assure me. "You can live there a month and never say ten words to anybody. The place is famous for it. Mrs. Witherspoon gets the greatest collection of hermits and broken heart- ed lovers of both sexes" -- "I don't think the place would suit me," said L "And yet—where did you say it was?" "About six or eight miles out" be re- plied. "Just a nice drive. It's a sort of farm rising up from the p'rettlest,lit- tle lake—Water Witch, they call it. A big apple orchard extends from the lake to the house—beyond It, in fact -- and there's a little lodge built round a tree. Mr: and Mrs. Witherspoon live in it when the•summer boarders crowd them out of the house. They say there's a bath in it and all the luxuries, though it's only a cabin." I spent some seconds in thought. "How's the grub?" I demanded. "Said tb be great," he replied; "no bread and milk and bumpkin pie out there. They 'live on the fat of the land, and the price of board is away up in the sky. I tell you, the place has a reputation; it's exclusive." "Obliged to you, Johnny," said I. "Perhaps I'll go out to see Mrs. Wither- spoon. That little hut in the orchard hits me hard. Is it far from the house?'' ' "Far enough," said he, and then pro- ceeded to give me further details of the Witherspoon property. We roamed around for nearly an hour talking about it, and when we darted I was fully resolved to give the place a trial. Brooks was pledged to secrecy as to my Intention. The next day I hired a "rig" and drove out to the Witherspoon farm. It was a beautiful place, revealed sud- denly as the road curved round a sin- gular, rough hill, the like of which I never saw elsewhere in that part of the country. It seemed to be a great pile of rocks with . stunted and dirt - totted trees growing at strange angles from the crevices between them. Be- yond it was the take, from n•hieh the "Jim Lntaoitie," replied the young tete num. orchard Coke toward the house, an or- derly array et tae old trees, wide spreading, gnarled and sturdy. Itt the midst of it 1 could with dif- ficulty ifitculty descry the lodge, picturesque and imrltlmT, built round a giant apple tree and shadedby the incredibly broad trOsaae `ilii' Obis bratnchesr. There seemed to be a rude veranda on the side toward the lake, a Place where * Man ititgbt tit and tiff•Jke: and target all"That's irl that eve ' ,touted._ 4 t s Whet* lit" , Old 1 to Oa THE WINGRAI TIMM+:M fEr1l, f11ER 15, 194 horse earnestly and eonibdentially; "under that tree. My meals asp 'brought out to zne by a gagged slave, and auy boarder who calla upon, use gets sbot." The farmhouse itself might have at. tracted me in ordinary conditions, 11 was aseries of low houses that had grown with the demand. They were connected, but each seetned to have its separate entrance, with a apaeloue per, taco, vine clad and cool. lint the best of It was that not a httfnaa creature wasin sight. The house had Many windows dung open to the sweet June air and beyond a, doubt was well ten- anted, yet no one was visible. I fan- cied the people to be wandering in the grove beyond the house or in the trees that bordered the lake, each man or Woman solitary, absorbed In gentle reflection, As I drove up to that entrance which seemed to appertain to the managing part of the establishment --for the kitchen was back of that sect,ron of the house, and it looked to be the oldest-- a very quiet'boy came out and regard. ell ins without interest or curiosity, I set hint clown as a model child. "My friend," said I, "will you tell Mrs. Witherspoon that I would like to see her?" He turned without a word and went into the house. Presently a young wo- man came out to say that Mrs. Wither- spoon was in the garden, and she made a gesture which indicated that that was far away. She spoke with a hush- ed voice appropriate to the place, and I could have thanked her for it. "If it's anything about living here," said she after a restful pause, "I can give you information, I'm Mrs. With- erspoon's niece," I dismounted from the carriage and took a seat in the porch. Immediately the quiet boy appeared from nowhere in particular and led my horse under the shade of an apple tree that stood beside the fence which marked oft the orchard from the field. I observed that the path leading down to the lake was beyond the fence. The orchard shows ed no sign that any one passed through. There was a faint path leading to the lodge, but it seemed not to go beyond. ''That's a very nice boy," said I. "Who is he?" "Jim Lamoine," replied the young woman. I hall rose from my seat. "Lamoine?" I echoed. "Yes," said elle, "He's an orphan. He and his sister are almost all that's Ieft of the family." "His sister?" "Anna," said my companion in that calm, emotionless voice which suited so well with the rural calm of the scene. "It isn't possible," I said, "that he is Anna Lamoine's brother." "Why not?" asked the girl gently. "I beg your pardon," said I. "It bap - pens that I have met Miss Lamoine, James doesn't resemble her." "I always thought they looked very much alike," she replied. "No more than I look like that apple tree," I protested. "1 met Miss La- moine in New York recently." "Visiting the Cushings1" murmured Miss Witherspoon. "Yes," said I. "She was there They're friends of mine. By the way where is Bliss Lamoine now?" - "I don't know," was the reply. "Of course her brother knows?" "I don't think so. You can ask him." Somehow she spoke as of there were some mystery in Anna Lamofue', whereabouts, and her way of saying that I might ask Jim made it wholly unnecessary that I should do so. Either he didn't know or he wouldn't tell. There was a pause, and then I said: "That's a fine little house under the apple tree. I wonder what your aunt would charge me for it." "It's rented," said the girl. "There's a Miss Jones living there." "Miss Jones?" I asked. "Where did she come from? What does she look like?" "1 don't know where she comes from," was the reply. "She looks well enough for .411 that I've seen of her." "You don't mean to tell me that she lives out there all alone?" "There's an old lady in this side," re- plied Miss Witherspoon. "The house is in two parts; used to be only one, but Air. 'Witherspoon built the half nearest to us last year." "What a pity!" I exclaimed. "Oh, It's just as private," she said. "There's n partition of logs and no door. You might fire a cannon in one half and not wnite a person in the oth- er. I don't believe ;Miss Jones and Ties Scott ever meet. I carry their meals otlt separate." She ant buck in tier seat and demure• BE READY FOR CROUP. THi: hollow, croupy cough at midnight may be your first warning, and this Will strike terror to your heart if you are not prepar- ed to fight this disease. It may be of little use to know' that DM CHASE'S SYRUP or LINSEED AND TURPENTINE is a positive cure for Croup if it is not to be obtained at the critical time. Most persons who have tested this treatment for croup keep it bottle at hand, so that by prompt action. they can prevent the disease from reach, ins a serious stage, 1 Dr. Chases Syrup of Linseed acid 'urf entlnst 2ii cents a bottle, family site, three time, as much, e0 cents, at an, deal** The .portrait and signature 01'. Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous receipt hoot] Author, alta ea *very tiettia. ly folded her hands, whiel; were its. 'eased in men's gioves, much soiled. 1 Judged that she bad beet's performing some task appertaining to the kitchen 1'ange, '"I want the whole of that little house," said 1, "Pon't Irnow ho•vir you're going to get It," she replied. ":Jut you can speak to Mrs. Witherspoon. Here site comes," A large, motherly looking woman, with, a pleasant face and a great abun, dance of gray hair neatly arrauged, cane around the corner of the house. She was carrying a large pan of Peas, As I rose to speak to Mrs. Witherspoon the niece slipped away into the house. It flashed across ine that she might have been too long away from her work and that the landlady's disposi- tion might not be so mild as her coun- tenance would indicate. I lost no time in statingg my business to her. She shook her head slowly and Stirred the peas in the pan with a med- itative air, "There seems to be a great demand for our apple tree house this year," said she. "Miss' Scott takes to it, though you'd think an old maid would be scared out there In the orchard at night. But it appears that she's afraid of fires anis don't like to live up stairs in a house. I might be able to arrange matters with her, but I couldn't budge Miss Jones, And that settles It, of course, so far as you or the other gentleman is concerned," "The other gentleman?" "Yes," said she, "We have a Mr. Derringer from New York, who wants to Live in the orchard." "Mr. Derringer!" I exclaimed. "Well, upon my word:" She Iodised at me with mild surprise. "I seem to be `meeting, or at least bearing about, an extraordinary num- ber of my acquaintances in this place. I've met Mr. Derriuger in New York, and as for Miss Jones—by the way, is she a rather tall girl with very beauti- ful blond hair?" "Really, I hardly noticed," said Mrs. Witherspoon. "I couldn't tell you what she looks like. She keeps a good deal to herself; never comes to the house, but goes down to the lake with her painting things and sits there all day." "This is very interesting," said I. "Can you give me a room in the house? Here 18 my card. I am the son of Suinner Terry of Chicago." "Certain," said lairs. Witherspoon. "You can stay with us." She rose as if to show me the way and looked about for a place to set down the pan of peas. At that mo- ment Jimmy Lamofue appeared as if through the ground and without a word took the pan from the old lady's band and carried it into the house. "Is that boy dumb?" I demanded. "No," she replied,"but he's a enemas child, cur'ons. He's a kind of a mys- tery, I call him." "His sister is far from an ordinary girl," said I, "and something of a mys- tery herself." "That's right," said Mrs. Wither- spoon. "She is." CHAPTER V. aK TUE ti►KE. RS. WITHERSPOON offered me a room on the ground floor of the house in the end near- est the highway, the latest of the parts which had arisen in the growth of that remarknbie structure. It was in every way inviting, being large and cool and furnished with a simple elegance quite beyond my ex- pectations. There was a mabogany bedstead of the old style, yet not ugly, and the most cursory investigation re- vealed modern springs of the best pat- tern. The chairs, the writing table and the sofa were all equally fraudulent; they all concealed the Comforts of to- day behind a thin mask of the antique. It was pleasant that these thing's should seem to be the solid, cheerless lumber of our grandfathers and should so readily betray themselves for prod- ucts of a time less rude. Indeed it was the chief charm of Mrs. Vktherspoon's hospitality that it was not what it seem- ed, The place pretended to be a farm- house and was nothing of the sort. Few people in these days like a farm- house. We have outgrown the sinceri- ty of a life so near the sail. It would not be well to go out of modern busi- ness or modern society into any Corm of sincerity. Such a pretense as Mrs. Witherspoon provides is very nice, but the reality is like the iced "tub" In the morning, a thing that some men talk abeut and never take. There were three windows, and two et them looked out toward the lake. I could entch a glimpse of the little house under the apple tree, and the view adown the geantle sl"ne was epee refreshing to the eye. The quarters p.eased me, end I made a prompt ear- gain for them at a price that would ouee have given me a spasm of the pocket. I had come without any baggage at all, and it was necessary to return at anee to St. Ia. In. that city I expert- eneed some small delays, and it was after 2 o'clock when I cavae again to Mrs. Witherapoon'S and helped the man Who had ridden out with me to carry in my trunks. When he had driven levet, I sat down by a windost" and en- joyed the view. The place savored of romance. It was delightfully unreal, and 1 was beginning to fancy myself floating on the lake in the moonlight With Anna Laniothe When the baser ctaving of hunger shattered the dream. The vision had endured for a few tseeondi only, for I was in a state to gnaw they bark of the apple tree that shaded my eastern window, Indeed 1 had some thought of its fruit, scarcely out of the bud, and glanced in that di- rection tot an instant, Turning again to took out toward the lake, I stared straight into the tee et ;Timmy IA. mon*, whose head just reached above the window islll, Jimmy enjoyed nay surprise, 1de Wad e way of grinning !kb Die *teat the MILBUR11./S Heart and Nerve Mk. Are a epeetfic for ,,1I diceasee and (dis- orders. arising from a run-down condi- tion of the heart or nerve system, each as Palpitation of the Heart, Nervous Prostration, Nervousness, Sleepless ne e, Faint and Ditxy Spells, Bratuk'ag, eta, They are especially beneficial to women troubled with irregular rpen- aturation. Price 53 cents per box, or 3 tor 81.25. Ali dealaes, or Tire T. Mrr mous Co., LZ.'KZT,tr), Toronto, Ont. 1 lower part of bis face remaining as expressionless ,as a slice of beefsteak. "I told Mrs, Witherspoon I'd show you the dining room," old he. "You don't mean to tell me that there is anything to eat at this hour!" I ex- claimed. "You can always get something to eat here," he said. "There ain't any lours." In previous experiences with rustic living I bad been burdened by the ri- gidity of mealtime regulations, and I' had had no thought that Mrs. Wither- spoon would serve lunch as late as half past 2. "You are taking, a starving sailor off a raft," said I to Jimmy, and I gave him half a dollar, which he received with the solemnity of a rite. He laid the coin in the palm of his hand, closed his fingers upon it and opened them again. My money had vanished. Having performed this mys- tery, Jimmy gravely led the way to- ward the dining room, seeming to know by some sort of intuition that I should make my exit by the window instead Of taking the longer route. Mrs. Witherspoon's dining room was in sections, like the house, and each section had its exits and its entrances. I was aware, in the course o1 my meal, that several persons were Iunching in my neighborhood, but I saw none of them. I sat at a little table by the window and was well served by a neat maid. The bill of fare was ample, and everything was cooked to admiration. After luncheon, being entirely upon my own resources in the mutter of amusement, I wandered down to the lake. The path led alongside the or- chard, but the view in its direction was obstructed by bushes that overran the fence, There was no one to pre- vent my walking across the orchard. No signboard interdicted it, but there was a law in the air, and this was a peculiarity of the place. At the foot of the path I found a small boat drawn up ou the shore, and I felt privileged to take it. I pushed the craft off and sat in the stern, using one oar as a paddle, Indian fashion. The lake was very pretty and blessed by a cool breeze. I paddled out a little way and lighted a cigar. To the left the hill came down, verg- ing upon the water in a singular wall of rocks tbat would have seemed the work of man but for the vast labor it would have cost. Glancing along this wall :and so on to the bare Held that fringed the orchard, I perceived a girl In a pile green dress at work before an easel. She was shaded by a large um- brella, such as artists use, planted in the ground and set at so nice an angle that it accurately beheaded her image in my eyes. The distance was not so great but that £ might have recognized a person very well known to me, and I stared at her, expecting every moment that she would stoop and reveal her face. Whom should I see? Pretty Miss Jones from St. Jo or—some one else? I was conscious of a most unusual thrill ot anxiety. I Could see her right hand plainly; at least, there was nothing but distance to prevent. It seemed a pretty' hand, and it wielded the brush with engaging grace. Yet in my present calm frame of mind I am willing to admit tbat one human hand looks much bike another at 300 yards. :But this consideration did not come to me at the time. Such things are for the best; they make up the joy of youth. Thank heaven, I am still subject to such illusions, for all this did not happen long ago. (To be continued,) $1Gl:li' 1LESP) ItAEhtES. •W011 babies sleet) sanndly and wake tip brightly. \Vhen babies ,ire restless and sleepless it is the surest po eiihle sign of iltnesli—in ail prnhabilite title to softie derangement of the stomach and,bownls, or teething troubles. T3aby's Own Tablets are the only proper remedy". 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To sleep is to strain and purify oar emotions, to deposit the rand of Iife, to calm the fever of the soul, to return into the bosom of maternal nature, thence to reissue, healed and strong. Sleep is a sort of innocence and puri- fication. Blessed is he who gave it to the poor sons of man as a sure and faithful companion of life, our daily, healer and consoler,—M. Amiel. The Last Thing He Did. It was said of Lord I'almetston that he never grew old and was as light hearted as a boy to the very end. 'When be was on his deathbed and the doctors told him that his time had come he brightened 'up for a final jest. "Die, my dear doctor! That's the last thing I shall do!" It was. Effectual Was•. "I thought Smeargle was a friend or • yours." "He was until lately, I bad to drop him. He was always wanting to toot-" row money." "Refused hina sharply, did your "No; I lent him some.". Jest a Little raver.. Mrs. Dodd—The cook refuses to. get up earlier than 7. 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