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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1905-06-15, Page 7s'fiLlo ___Oi ill 111 11 1 .. l i t t The Yellow Holly By FERGUS HUME, Author of "The Mystery of a hansom Cab,' Etc. .St A Copyrlatht, 1003, by G. W. Di1IInQham Company old maid was left to her own re - :sources, Tier thoughts were sad. Isere she was, an old spinster dragging out a miserable old age in a London lodging house, while her sister lived and fared a sumptuo'<sly in accordance with her ;position. "It can't last much longer," : said Miss Bull, with a sigh. "1 am get- ting old, and the end is coining. The -sower the better." As she gave veut to this dreary sen- tence there was a ring at the door. Miss Bull paid little attention to it, as :she never had any visitors. But this ..clay proved to be an exception, for Georgi a was admitted into the roost. He advanced cordially toward Alia .Bull. "I have come to see you again, you •see," said Brendon. "I am very glad to see you, Mr. Brenton," she said. "You have come Ito make further inquiries likely to for- ward your fight for your birthright?" George laughed, "There's no need for that, thank God," said he; "my grandfather has agreed to acknowl- edge me." "Then there was a marriage?" "I cannot be certain of that yet. How do you know about that?" Miss Bull answered quietly: "You -told me last time you were here that -you were Lord Derrington's grand- son, and I heard that there was some .doubt about the legitimacy." "I know it was conunou talk at one -time," replied Brendon, satisfied with this explanation. "Did Mrs. Jersey -ever speak about it?" "No. She never did. What did she know about it?" "I think you can best answer that .question, Miss Bull." "I don't know to what you allude, Mr. Brendon." "Perhaps if I allude to your life in San Remo you"— Miss Bull started to her feet, and the -cup she held fell on the carpet. "San Remo?" she muttered. "Yes, Miss Howard," said Brendon, •using her real name purposely. The little old maid put one thin hand -to her ]read. "Miss HoWard!" "The daughter of the late General Howard!" said George. "My father was a general?" "Ile was. General Howard. You _are Miss Jenny Howard." Miss Bull started and then sat •down. Her face expressed pain. "IIe used to call me Jenny. Jenny How- .nrd. Yes, there was a happy girl of that name, but she—site died." "Not at all," said Brendon briskly, to arouse her from this dreamy state. "She lived and changed her name to The woman pushed brick her white ;hair and made an effort to be calm. But her lip quivered. "Why have you .come here to awaken these painful memories?" she asked. "Because I wish to know how my •father carne by his death." "I do not know—indeed I do not .know," moaned Miss Bull, putting out her hand as though to ward off the -thought. "You Any not know for certain, but ;,you have some idea. Your sister, Mrs. Ward"— MIss Bull's face flashed crimson, .:anti site drew a deep breath. "Oh, it's Violet's work, is it?" she said, and her eyes grew hard. "And pray, Mr. Bron - don, has she sent you to cross question me?" "No. I conte on my own behalf. 'You knew my father?" "Percy Vane. Yes, I knew him. He loved me—ah, indeed he did! That night he asked inc to be his wife, and Lad he not been murdered" -- "Did he ask you when he was tak- ing you home?" asked George, won- • dering how Miss Bull would have be- haved as his stepnlothcvi. "Taking me hone? Me never did that on the night of the ball." "Your sister, Mrs. Ward"— "I have no sister. I disown .ra 'tow Vitality of old Age 'Brought this man to death's door, but he was rescued by Dr. Chase's Nerve Food. Ma. Gro. W. Lamm?, awell-known farmer of Conee'cou7 Ont., writes: "One year ago I wan•takrn,ick end • felt myself fatting every • dale'. I consulted and doctored with several eminent physicians, and received no perma- nent benefit. In fact, they told me they could do nothing for me except to afford temporary relief, as it was a en - oral breaking up of end ago, My nerves were exhausted and my whole system cont. pletely broken up. I was just at death's door, ands thinking my time to die had come, I gave tip hope. Hearing of the wonderful tures being brought about b 1)r. Chase's Nerve l' ood I began using it. This treatnient i)YR. LILWKllt helped me from the fat, and 'continued it for nix months, when iris fully restored to health. Today I ars a ltiill khan, and made ruby Dr. Owes; Netto )freed. Though in my seventy-fifth year, I feel ei w.fl a !'did at twenty, and- can. walk si 4.saeaertl ae any of the boys.' Dr. use's Nene rood, a1 all desists. .. r islet. She is a wicked woman! She is selfish, "San Remo ?" vain, cruel and deceitful. How do you know that I am her sister? And how did you come to learn my name?" "Lord Derrington told me, and it was told to him by Mr. Ireland." "Your guardian" 1liiss Bull tapped her hand on the woodwork of her chair. "Ho recognized me when I called to see him on that day about the lease. But he promised to hold his tongue" "He would have done so had he not been startled by meeting Mrs. Ward and recognizing in her the woman who had left the ball with my father." "And Violet admitted this??" "No. She said that you bad left the ball with my father. It was you who wore the blue domino and the holly sprig." "Liar! Liar!" muttered Miss Bull. "But she is always the same. My sister has enjoyed the good things of this life. She has had money, position, praise, and all that a woman desires. As for myself"— "Then it really was Mrs. Ward who left the ball." "It was. She lays the blame on my shoulders"— Miss Bull paused, and her mouth worked nervously. "Does site accuse me of the crime?" "No. She says that you left Mr. Vane at the gate of the hotel." "Oh," muttered Miss Bull, "Percy came as far as that with her, did he? And she said he left her at the door of the room where the ball was being held. Liar! Liar! Violet has told her story, now I will tell you mine. I want to know, however, exactly what she said, in the exact words if you can re- member them." "I did not hear her speak," con- fessed George. "It was my grandfa- ther and Mr. Ireland to whom ,she told the story." "Story! Fable! Lie! Romance!" said Miss Bull vehemently. "'Well, tell ins what you can remember!" This George did as concisely as pos- sible, for he feared lest Margery should interrupt the interview. Miss Bull listened with a downcast face and pursed up lips. Not a word did she say, but when George ended she looked up, with a bitter smile. "Sire has simply put herself in my „ 1 i"Wait!" place, she d. sa For a moment or so she tried to compose herself. Then she raised her head and looked her visitor squarely in the eyes. "I am going to tell the ., Miss Bull bravely. truth, saidy "Therefore I have no need to shun your gaze. Mr. Brendon, I loved your father." "So Mfrs. Ward said." "And Violet loved him also." "He must have been a singularly at- tractive man," . remarked Brendon, wondering at this revelation. "My mother eloped with him, her maid was in love with him, and now you and Mrs. Ward"— "Oh, Violet really did not love him. It was simply a desire to take him from me that made her behave as she did. Violet never loved any one in her life save ;the person she sees in the mirror every day." • "I don't quite understand, but if you will relate the story"— "I shall do so at once. You may ns well know all, and know also what a bad woman I have for a sister. If she was dying," cried Miss Ball vehement- ly, "I wouldn't raise a finger to save her life." Broaden said nothing, and In a fear moments Miss Bull composed herself sufficiently to tell What she knew. "My father was _General. Iloward," ,.slims said quietly, "and Violet was my only sister. We never got On Well together. Violet was jealous of admiration, and sig I was said to be prettier than she 'was she hated me intensely." "You hinted that she took my fa- ther away," said Brendon. "She did—at least she tried to. But it he had not been murdered I should have been Mrs. Vane in spite of Vio- let's arts." "Well, tell me hoer you came to San Remo and met my father." "Oh, I knevr him before that. We were six menthe at Como and sa'ir your father frequently then. Ile and THE WINGIIAM TIMES JUNE iii, 1905 MILBURN' HEART NERVE PRLS WEAK PEOPLE These pills cure all diseases and dis- orders arising from weak heart, worn out nerves or watery bleed, such as Palpita- tion, Skip Beatd, Throbbing, Smothering, Dizziness, Weak or Faint Spells, Anaemia, Nervousness, Sleeplessness, Brain Fag, General Debility and Lack of Vitality. They are a true heart tonic, nerve food and blood enricher, building up and renewing all the worn out and wasted tissues of the body and restoring perfect health. Price 50o. a box, or 3 for $1.25, at all druggists. the general used to talk polities. Mr. Vane was always bringing us books and magazinek and we used to climb Mount BIsbiuo. What a delightful summer that wast I remember you then," she added, looking at George with interest. "You were scarcely two years old—a dear, good, fair little fel- low. I met you and the nurse some- times and often carried you." "Was the nurse's name pitta Stokes?" "No. It was—let me see, some Scotch name—Jane Fraser, I think." "Ah! Then Eliza Stokes was not at Como?" "I never saw her. Mr. Vane told me that you had had another nurse, but that he had to dismiss her at Milan for impertinence." George saw that Miss Bull was not keeping strictly to the truth, and cor- rected her at once, "You knew Eliza Stokes at San Remo?" "So I did, I quite forgot." Miss Bull put her hand to her head, with a puz- zled air. "But since my illness I have forgotten so much. It is all a blank to me." Brendon remembered that she had been in au asylum, and thought that her mind was still weak. It might be that after all she had not told an un- truth, but had quite forgotten Eliza Stokes. George was confirmed in his supposition by her next remark. "Eliza Stokes. I remember. Mrs. Jersey." "You knew she was Mrs. Jersey?" "Yes. That was why I came to this house." "Did you like her then?" Miss Bull's eyes flashed. "She was another Violet. I hated her. Oh, how I hated her! I found her through my sister mentioning that Lord Derring- ton had given her this house, so I came here to board." "But your sister knows nothing about you. She says you ran away and that it was supposed you were dead." Miss Bull laughed bitterly. "My sister knows perfectly well that I live here, but it sults her to disown the relationship. It is my wish also, and for that reason I changed my name." "But if you hated Mrs. Jersey"— "I did—I did, but she was the only person who could talk about Mr. Vane. She loved him also, but not as I did, and, we have talked for hours in this very room. We quarreled, cer- tainly, but at times she was very nice. 1 miss our talks greatly." "Did she know who killed him?" Miss Bull shook her head. "No. She never knew. No one ever knew. I sometimes thought that Violet—but she declared that he left her at the door of the ballroom." Can Eat Anything Noy. How many Dyspeptics can say that ? Or perhaps you are dyspeptic and don't know it, Have you any of these symptoms ? t- loved no one but me --no one but mel" "What did Elias: Stokes say when she heard of bis death?" "Qll, she almost went out of her mind! I did altogether," said poor Miss Bull, with a wan smile. "And as they found her a nuisance in the he- tel slit went away. George states went also." "Did she marry hire?" "No. I asked her when I met her here as Mrs. Jersey. She said that site returned to England and that Rates bad been ruu over and killed in the street. She then went to America and married Mr. jersey, Ile died and "MIes Dull," saki George, growing Impatient of this 4)1s6unected recital, "will you go on with your story?" "Story—yes, it is a story—a sad ro- mance." She passed her hand again over tier forehead as though wearied and resumed with en effort. "Mr. :Vane left Conio and came to Milan; afterward he went on to San Memo. My father, who liked his society, join- ed him there. We stopped at the Ilotel d'Augleterre. Eliza Stokes wits a housemaid there, and it was while at- tending to our bedroom that she told inc she had been your nurse. She was a large, stout girl, with red cheeks. As Mrs. Jersey site was vastly improved, but as a girl"— Miss Bull shuddered in a prim way and continued: "Yet, she Lad her admirers. A waiter, call- ed George hates, wished to marry ]ler. She had accepted him, but while with- in sight of Mr. Vane she could not love him." "How do you. mean?" "Well, Eliza used to spy on Mr. Vane and follow him in his walks. She was quite insane about him. I told Mr. Vane, and 110 kept away from the ho- tel. And George Rates was jealous of Eliza's love for Mr. Vane. But he never loved her, nor Violet—he loved no one but me." "And he told you so at the masked bait?" "Yes. There was to be a masked ball, and both 'Violet and I were anx- ious to go. We made a friend of Eliza, and she got us two blue dominos. That we might recognize one another we each wore a sprig of yellow holly. My father was supposed to know nothing about the matter, but we told a young Oxford cousin of ours. Ile met us at the ball and afterward took Violet away. I found Mr. Vane, and we danced together. IIs did. not know me at first, but afterward, when we went into a quiet room, I unmasked. Ile was vexed at first that I and Vio- let should come to the ball unattend- ed, as he said my father would be so angry, which was quite true. Then be told ane that he loved ane and asked ane to become his wife. I accepted, and he kissed me." "Did he speak of his first wife—of my mother?" "Yes. He told me how dearly he bad loved leen." "Did he say where the marriage was celebrated?" "No. I never thought to asic him. I always thought there wits a marriage —why should I not?—until I later heard that Lord Derrington denied that such bad taken place. But that was after I came out of the asylum," added Miss Bull, with n troubled air, "an it •nlig't,r be tnv t'nnr.v," Variable appetite. P. faint gnawing feel- ing at the pit of the stomach, unsatisfied hunger, a loathing of food, rising and souring of food, a painful load at the pit of the stomach, constipation, or are you gloomy and miserable? Then you are a dyspeptic. The cure is careful diet ; avoid stiniulants and narcotics, do not drink at meals, keep regular habits, and regulate the stomach and bowels with BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS, Nature's specific for Dyspepsia. Miss Laura Chicoine, Belle Anse, Qtte., says of its wonderful curative powers :— "Last winter I was very thin, and was fast losing flesh owing to the run-down state of my system. I suffered from Dyspepsia, loss of appetiteand bad blood I tried everything I could get, but to no purpose; then finally 'started to use Burdock Blood Bitters. Prom the ,firs day I felt thejood effect of the medicine Maid Mm now feeling strong and well agarin I cot eat anything• now'lrithout any it lifter-elfeets. It gives me great pdesam Sol recomtaend Bose. ockBloed 8itttr , f. I •fest It leaved rear "No. It is true. Lord Derrington did deny the marriage, but he now recognizes that it took place. We wish to find where." "I cannot help you, Mr. Brendon. Dlr. Vane never mentioned it to me. He told me that he loved mc. Then he went away to get inc an ice and said he would take me home and return for Violet. I waited, but as ho did not appear I went to look for him. Ile was gone"— "With your sister?" "Yes," said Miss Bull, clinching her fists. "Violet overheard a part of our conversation. She had just come down from the box of the Marchesa Bel- amr— "That was where she unmasked and Mr. Ireland recognized her." "She must have seen me with Mr. Vane," continued Miss Bull, taking no notice of this interruption, "so she stole behiud us and heard what we were to one another. Then she slipped on her mask and followed Mr. Vane. She said she did not want an ice, but that she desired to go home at once. Mr. Vane wanted to wait for her"— "For Violet?" "Yes. He thought that I had run after him, and as Violet wore a blue domino with the sprig of holly he fancied she was I." "1 understand. So he took her home." "She said he left her at the door and then came back to look for—for Violet," said Miss Bull contemptuous- ly. "She disguised her voice, and he quite thought she was myself. But from what ,lir. Ireland said, Mr. Vane saw Violet home to the gates of the hotel. I waited for a time, and as your father did not comp back I ran home alone. Violet was in our bed- room and said that Mr. Vane lead left her at the door of the ballroom and had gone back for me. Then the next morning we heard of the murder. I never knew until you told me bow' Violet hl dl managed to get Mr. Vane away fro,at ale." "She trid•ked you," said George sym- pathizingly. "She tricked every one. When I heard of your father's death I fell very ill. The world became a blank to me. When I cause to thyself I was in an asylum. Then I grew better and was let out. My father died, find an annuity was allowed to me. I heard about Mrs. Jersey taking this house, and, wishing for some one to talk to about your father, I came here, and here I have been ever since." "Then you do not know who killed my father?" ""No." Miss Buil shook her head. "He was struck down on the parade when returning to the ballroom. It Hoist have been after he saw my sis- ter home." "Do you think ),Iris. Ward knows the troth?" "She might. Perhaps some one fol- lowed, and Violet might have been mistaken for some otherperson. I know t there was n married womsin in San , Remo deeply in )ova with Mr. Vane"-- , "What an attractive man he must 1 have been!" rt "Oh, he was the handsomest man In the world," cried Miss Bull, with gen- or nine 'enthueiaenr, ,"and' eo kind! No !vender Elisa Stokes io'ed kiln. But he left her some money. nen she set up this house." "So she said nothing of the Annuity from Lord Derrington?" "No. It wasn't to her interest to do so. She could hold her tongue when she liked." George rose to go, "Thank you for telling me so much, Miss Bull," he said. "What was the name of the foreign woman who loved my father?" "011, she was a common woman who kept a shop. Velez was the name." "Velez!" cried George, and added to himself, "tSo that is how Lola knows." CHAPTER XIX. S George stepped out of the front door he cane Pace to face with Bawdsey, who was mounting the steps. The man seemed excited and carried a careless- ly folded newspaper which be had apparently Lien reading. "I didn't expect to see you here," he said, with a certain degree of rough- ness. "I did not know that this house was interdicted tes me," replied Brendon sharply. "I am glad to meet you, however, as I wish to have a few words." "I am too busy to give you any time," retorted Bawdsey, and tried to enter the house. "Nevertheless you will give me a quarter of an hour," said George, blocking the doorway with his stal- wart form. "What I have to say can- not be left until a more convenient period." "I tell you I am busy, Mr. Bren- don." "And I tell you that I intend to have this interview," rejoined Breedon imperiously. "You talk a great deal about gratitude, Bawdsey, yet you are unwilling to put yourself out for mo in the least degree." Bawdsey became penitent at once. "It is true, Mr. Brendon, but 1 am very worried." He cast a glance at the newspaper in his hand. "I3owev- er. you have first call upon my time." No more words passed. Bawdsey mounted the stairs and led George into a well remembered room. }3reudon took a chair, and Bawdsey, with an anxious loot., threw himself into an- other. The main's face was flushed, his red hair ivas in disorder, and his eyes were bright.' As a rule he was calm and self controlled, so George conjectured that something particu- larly important must have occurred to upset him. "I had a conversation with Lord Derrington the other evening," George said deliberately, "and we talk- ed of you." "Then you heard no good of me," replied Bawdsey, with a sneer. "Lord Derrington does not like me." "That matters little. No lilting can exist between a elan in Lord Derring- ton's position and his paid servant." "Oh, you call me that, do you, sir?" "What else are you? Lord Derring- ton errinaton engaged you as his agent to watch me, and that you have done." "Not lately. I have given you a free hand." 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"I can only judge the future by the past, and since you are quito ready to play Lord Dertingtou false"— "Who says that?" cried the man, sitting down. I "1 say so. Lord Derrington has told me all." "All what?" demanded Bawdsey, willfully ignorant. "All that took place on the night when you cane to this house to Im- personate him." Bawdsey laughed, and }tis face clear- ed. "It' that is your disagreeable busim ness•, sir, I can easily put that to rights." "Can you explain why you drugged - hint, why you threatened him?" "I did not threaten him." "Lord Derrington informed me that you threatened to get him into trouble. That was why he consulted me. and that is wiry I have conte to tell you that if you fight Lord Derrington you will light the also." "Don't press too hand, Mr. Brendon. I atm willing; to do yotl a service, anti Nonage, but had you not done so i 1 should' have taken meatus to put a 1 stop t0 your Clogging my footsteps." "You would not have known had 1 not told yon, Mr. Broaden." "Oh, yes, I should. In any case. 1 should have seen my grandfather, and he. would have told me." "No, s'rr. 1Ie is your enemy." "'!'hat is where you are wrong. Bawdsey. IIe is my friend and in- tends to recognize um' as his heir." "lias he learned where the mar- riage took place?" asked Bawdsey, starting from his seat and again glancing anxiously at the newspaper which lay on a small table at his el- bow. "No. We have yet to find that out. But be Is quite satisfied from the hints of the late Mrs. Jersey that at marriage did take pladde." "Whew! 1 at means (lid you take to force hint to recognize you?'' "I used no force at all," responded Brendon very dryly. "Lord Derrington would not climb down unless be were made to." "As a matter of fact he did. The olive branch was held"out by him. All this is none of your business, lir. Bawdsey, and I only tell it to you to clear the ground for wbat I am about to say." "First, DIr. Broaden, I should like to know your exact position." "Oh, that is easily explained, and there is no reason why you should not know what all London will know soon. Lord Derrington will join with Jae In searching for the register of marriage, and meanwhile will recog- nize me as his grandson and the heir to his estates. Ina fortnight I leave any ICeusington rooms and take lip my residence with Lord I err'iugton in Si: Giles square. Theti I 'shall assume my real name of George Vane." "And you will marry Miss Ward, I suppose?" "That is entirety my business," said George placidly. "You will gain noth- ing by insolence, Bawdsey." The man rose with a wounded air. "Upon my word, Mr. Vane," lie said, giving George his correct name to show that he recognized his new po- sition, "I have net the slightest inten- tion of being insolent. I nm glad for your sake that things are as they are, and pleased for my own, since Lola May now give up thoughts of you and turn to Inc." 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