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The Herald, 1906-02-23, Page 7TEST IT AS YOU WILL You will always find that the sealed lead packets branded CEYLON TEA Contain the finest tea grown in the world. !Black, nixed or Green. 40e, 50c and 60c per !b. At ell grocers. tl1O1ifi?ST AWARD ST, LOUIS, 1904 There is a pleasant bustle and confu- ! keen, scrutinizing glances. At last the sion downstairs; it is not every day that count shrugs his shoulders. "You are aware, my lord," he says, "that you lay my courage under an im- putation. I ant not unprovided with suitable weapons; my duelling pistols are in my holster case, the adjoining wood—" Vane smiles. "No, count," he says," "let us settle the matter of the princess first. You can shoot me afterward, if you like; and as you are a much better shot than I am, I have no doubt you will. I know remember you when, as captain in the King's Guard, you used to practice in the St. Petersburg shooting gallery.," The count suddenly winced, but the next moment he looked as cool and fixed. as ever. "You have the advantage of me in the matter of your memory, my lord." "Yes," says Vane, "I was not sur- prised that you did not remember me, for I was at that time only Lord Eldsworth, and wore a plentiful beard and moustache. Bat I remember you, count, can fix the date. It was the year when all Venice was convulsed by the assassination of the Minister of Po- lice." The count's eyes went like glass in his effort to retain his composure. "If you think, my lord, that that fact has any interest for me, you are mis- taken." "I think not," says Vane, Then sud- denly he alters his tone, ani. laying his hand on the count's arm, he says, with a smile: "Count, let us be candid with each other. You wish to secure the Prin- cess Verona for a wife; you have been betrothed to her since—well, too many years ago for her consent to have been asked to the arangerent.. The princess is no longer a child, but a woman, and says Not - "Well," Hai, with a long breath, a very charming young lady, too. Not- withstanding her engagement to you, sne "if this doesn't beat anything; but, th, Vane, I'm so glad. Has Jeanne told brother-in-law."hasgiveneart elsewhere—to my you—s" "A boy," says the count, shrn ging "Everything;" says Vane, smiling, his shoulders. gga " "Eat your breakfast, and we'll face the But the enemy is impatient, for just as Hal has taken his cup of coffee, and began to whisper to Verona, the door opens and the count appears. Ila! springs to bis feet, but Vane, with a gesture of command, forces him down again, and goes forward. White as death, Verona falls back upon Hal's arm, and Jeanne, no less agitated, flies to her. Vane alone seems cool and self- possessed; with quiet composure, lie places himself between the count and the rest, and holds out his hand. The count, grinning and grimacing, re- fuses to take his eyes off the group, and is about to speak, when Vane stops him. "I expected yuo, count," he says. "Will you step outside with me?" and, putting his band on the count's arm, he leads jiim out. But the count, having succeeded in tracking his prey, refuses to be led too far, and pulls up, as straight and up- right as a soldier, outside the door. Vane smiles in spits of himself. "Do not be alarmed, count," he says; "I will answer that our young friends will not attempt to escape." " Sohl" says the count, livid. with passion, but making a last attempt to keep up his old carelessness. " You will answer for them, my lord! It is well; I am only too de- lighted; but permit me to remind you that her highness the Princess Verona is possessed of a legal guardian, and that, if she were not, I"—and he touches his breast with a pointed finger --"I am her future husband." "Count," says Vane, gravely, and with a certain kindliness, "I doubt that." "My lord!" "Listen to me, count; these young people have made up their minds to fall in love with each other, and the princess is so much in earnest that she elects to rtm . all . sorts of dangers --conventional and otherwise—rather than go to St. Petersburg." The count starts. the int has such distinguished guests as the Marquis and Marchioness of Fern- dale and a live princess, and when the three arrive downstairs they find a breakfast which would not do discredit to the castle in the matter of fresh trout, eggs, cream and venison. And Vane, when Verona appears, timid and blushing, is all kindness and consid- eration. His own newly found happiness makes him more gentle and sympathetic than ever, and, as he leads her to the table, he says, quietly, but with calm confidence: "Jeanne has told me all, princess; you must let me be your friend." It is very little to say; but Vernon knows the power of the great marquis, and gradually grows much at ease, though she looks every now and then at the window wistfully. As for Jeanne, still attired in her rid- ing habit, she is like a girl just from school for the holidays, who has met by chance her lover. George has not been forgotten, for Vane has been outside, and given him a scolding and a ten -pound note! In the middle of the breakfast there comes the sound of a horseman, and in a few minutes there is the clatter of hoofs, and Hal bursts in, to stop at the door and stare at Vane as if ho had been a ghost. "Vane!" he exclaims; "you here?" "Why not? says Vane. "Do you think you can ride backward and forward along a country road in the night with- out people knowing it? Here, come and sit down, and keep the news until you have had your breakfast. Princess, will you xnake some room for him?" and Verona, blushing, aliiiost as deeply as Hal, does as she is bid. "It is a fault which every year will mend, and all too sooncount," retorts Vane. 'Boy, as he is, lie is old enough to know his own mind, and both he and her highness appear to have made up their minds with tolorable firmness." "Excuse me, my lord," says the count, "but this alliance which you appear to encourage, is scarcely an advantageous one, for her highness; Mr. Bertram is not only young, but untitled and poor." 'The Bertrams came over with the Conqueror, count. As to his poverty, I will remove that disability, The day he marries the princess I will settle three thousand a year on her highness." The count bit his lip. "In fact, you are determined to oust me, my lord." "Say, rather that I am determined to prevent you from leading the princess into a mistaken union, which would make bothe her and yourself unutterably miserable," "And if I stand tipon my rights?" says the count. "Then I telegraph to the Austrian Government that Count Mikoff, who can give the key to the assassination of which I spoke, is here at Durbaeh. I am also aware that your able brain devised the able conspiracy which led to his, per- haps deserved punishment. Como count, such a diplomatist as yourself knows when he is beaten." The count., with a slow smile creeping over his pale face, shrugged his should- ers and bows. "True, my lord." he says, "I am van- quished." "Good,' says Vane, good-humoredly, and he holds out his hand. "Ten come in and have some breakfast. And, by the way, as the princess has kindly agreed to accompany us to England, and as -we have to start at once, I will avail my- self of your kind mediation with the prince," The count smiles, ironically, but bows. "You press me, Ferndale," .he says— ''ress ine hard. I am to carry the tidings ield," head on the distant wavtand ata litt- tle distance a 'haudsonne yacht, that rides at anchor, looks - like "a painted ship upon a painted oeeary," On the beach, is gathered as usual, a yacla;. littlr grouwithp ofadfmislloriratie ilollc.,and pleased in- looking at the toret, Presently a couple ofsailors in the neatest of nautical attire, come down the beach, bearing the huge picnie ham- per. There is the Ferndale crest on its lids, and on the caps of the men, gleam- ing brightly in the sun, is the name of the yacht—Naney Bell. A few minutes afterwards there comes the sound of happy voices and laugh- ter, and presently a young man bounds from a bowider on to the beach, and makes his way down to the boat, in which a couple of the yachtsmen are waiting. If you did not. recognize him by his Short, curly hair,sunburned face and generally happy-go-lucky air, you would do so on the moment his blithe, cheery voice ' rings . out in friendly response to the affectionate greetings of the fisher- men. It is Hal "Hallos, Cxiffin" he says to that worthy salt, '-ail,ready? That's right, Just enough wind; eh? What a glorious day. Come on, you folks; don't waste a minute," and he puts his hands to his mouth and shouts in sailor fashion: "All hands aboard," A peal of laughter greets this summons, and in answer to it a party of ladies and gentlemen turn around the corner and come clambering down the beach. To see them—so light-hearted,, so like a pack of schoolboys and girls just out for a holiday—you would never guess that there was a marquis and marchion- ess and a count and countess, to say nothing of an earl and clergyman. But so it is; for Here, back at New- ton Regis, are Vane and Jeanne, and the count and his new -made bride, whom we know as Maud Lauibton; and here also are Charles Nugent and dear old. Bell, the last smiling through his spec- tacles as if life were one perpetual holi- day; and here also is Verona—Verona, as beautiful as we knew her, but no longer pale and wistful -eyed, but with roses growing on her cheeks, that the English soil and happiness have planted. "Come along," says Hal, who seems unable to keep still, but insists upon arranging the hamper and tossing up the cushions that have been placed. in the boat for the ladies, and generally get- ting in the way of the sailors. `Come along—don't let's waste a minute. Look, 'Verona, isn't she a beauty?" and he nods enthusiastically at the yacht, which is Vane's present to Jeanne on her last birthday. "Isn't she a clipper! Come along—we shall have a glorious sail! What a jolly party we make. I wish Georgina and that foreign swell, her li:us- band—I never can remember his name— were here; we should be complete then. And I say, have you got a watch on, darling? The last words Aunt Jane said' to me were: Den't be late for dinner!' I shall make you re piniible. Vane has no idea of times neitti,, 'gas, Jeuume when she is once on- oarii: and as for me, I never could get a wadi to go properly in my life. 'You'll have to keep the time when we're married!" Verona blushes; he has spoken quite loud enough for the men to hear, and she Iooks at hint with loving rebuke, but Hal only laughs as he makes her com- fortable, and looks around, all impati- ence. "What on earth are we waiting for? It is Jeanne and Vane. Hi—come along!" Yes, it is Jeanne and Vane; they have lingered behind the rest, and are stand- ing looking at an old boat that lies high and dry upon the beach. Though old, every plank is sound, every rope in its place; for does not old Griffin keep her with jealous care? It is the old Nancy Bell. For a moment or two they look down at her in silence, and Hal's summons is disregarded. Jeanne looks up, and, though her lips smile, there is a suspi- cious moisture in her eloquent eyes. "Dear old boat," she says. "Do you remember that„picnic—long—long ago, `'ane?” "When a certain Jeanne could not steer her own boat home. Shall I ever forget, Jeanne?" and his voice thrills with a love that gorws stronger every day. "Jeanne, I dream sometimes that I am lying .at your feet, with the spray beating across my face, and my hand grasping yours, as it grasped it that af- ternoon when our hearts went out to- ward each other int that first hour of live. Jeanne, all mNancy life I shall remem- ber and love the Bell. And as he speaks, he lifts her hand to his and kisses it. Then, roused at last . ber Hal's frantic shouts, they go hand in hand to the boat, and five minutes afterwards there comes from the yacht a musical "Heave ho, yo! Heave ho!" The anchor is weighed, and like a swan, the vessel spreads her wings and sails out of the bay, leaving on her trail the faint sound of Hal's cheery voice and hearty laugh. And the fisher folk, as they hear it, look at one another, and smiling, turn back across the beach. Farewell, Jeanne! happy at last. We would rather part from you thus" than in the crowded salon of Castle Ferndale, where, though you reign supreme, be- loved and admired, you are not so per- fectly happy as when with your hus- band -lover by your side, and your chosen friends around you, you are once again the light-hearted girl who sailed the Nancy Bell in NcwtonRRegis eBay! THE E. PARALYSIS YIELDS TO DR. WILLIAMS' 3., INK PILLS AFTER SEVERAL DOCTORS HAD PRONOUNCED THE CASE HOPELESS. Convincing Proof That Cure Was Permanent -In Five Years the Patient Had no Relapse—Facts in a Remarkable Case Substantiated by Sworn Statements. Preventing Waste of Water. (Boston Herald.) When water has to be .paid or at meter ates there is a marked decrease in the con - =action. The installation of water meters sually does away with two great sources f waste. In the sunnmor the unthinking How water to . run in order that It may e co of for drinking purposes, and in many ouseholcls a gallon is thus wasted for every 111 legitimately used, In the winter the atter is allowed :to run to keep It front oozing, a practice that also entails an en - Molts waste. tf Ali water was sold by eter rates, and those rates were only high enough to cover the expenditures of the department It would b'. Hotter for all water consuniersi though pox;ibly not for the wast - Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are not a patent medicine, but the prescription of a physician, placed on sale with full directions for use under a trade mark that is a guarantee of their genuineness to every purchaser. They sontain no stimulant, opiate or nar- cotic, and while they have cured. thousands they never injured any- body. To show that cures effectete by the remedy are really permanent and lasting, we recently investigated the case of Mr. A. Frank Means, of Reedsville, Mifflin County, Pa. Mr. Means has been an elder in the Reedsville Presbyterian Church for many years, has served three years as county commissioner, and as school director for nine years. He was afflicted with creeping paralysis, losing the entire use of the lower half of his body, and for a year was a helpless invalid, confined to his bed with no power or feeling in either leg, and physicians had given him up as hopeless. Mr. Means was cured by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills and his testi- monial was printed five years ago, as follows: "I had the grip for four winters and as a result my nerves broke down. I lost the entire use of the lower half of my body. My stomach, liver, kidneys, heart and head were never effected, but the paralyzed con- dition of the lower part of the body affected my bladder and. bowels. For a whole year I lay in bed perfectly helpless, with no power in either limb and the feeling gone, so that I couldn't feel a pin. run into my legs at all. I couldn't turn over in bed without help. To move me a pulley was rigged up on the ceiling and awind- lass on tre floor. "During two years of any affliction I had six different doctors, but none of them gave me any relief. A spec- ialist from .Philadelphia treated me for three months, but he was of no benefit to me. These doctors gave me up, and said it was only a question of a few weeks with me, as nothing more could be done. After the phy- sicians hail given me up, a friend sent me a pamphlet containing statements of two men who had been afflicted some- thing like me, and who had been cured by the use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. I began taking them at once, and al- though my improvement was slow, it was certain. Now I can walk most of the time without .a, cane and, everybody around here thinks it is a miracle that I can get about as I do. Your pills have certainly been a God -send to ine. Within the last three years I have answered dozens of letters from invalids who had heard of my ease, and who asked ine if it was true that I had been cured by Dr. Williams' Pink Pill:;. I have told diem all that this remedy cured me, and I am glad of this onportunity of telling about my case, so that others may find relief as I have done." (Signed) F. A. MEANS. Subscribed and s:vorn to before me this lith day of April, 1901. ALBERT S. GIBBON 1Y. Notary Public. One day recently illi. Means was visited at his handsome home over - looking the valley of Honey Creek, near Reedsville, where he made the foI- lowing. statement: "Before I began taking Dr. Williams' Pink Pills I had been treated for a long time by my home doctor, who pronounced my trouble creeping paralysis. I always believed that to be my trouble, and I do ye tbelieve so. I had also spent five weeks in the University Hospital in Philadelphia without the treatment bene- fiting me, and had returned home to die. I began taking Dr. Williams' Pink Pills in 1897, but did not give a statement of my case for publication until I was sure that I was cured. After returning from the hospital I did not take any other medicine for my trouble, and I owe it to Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and to them alone that I am able to be about to -day. Since my cure, as related in my state- ment of April 17, 1901, I have never suf- fered any relapse nor had occasion to employ a physician except for minor troubles, such as coughs, colds, etc. I endorse Dr. Williams' Pink Pills as fully and heartily to -day as I did five years ago." (Signed) FRANK A MEANS. Subscribed and sworn to before me this 22nd day of January, 1006. JACOB KOHLER, Justice of the Peace. Justice Kohler, of Reedsville, before whom the above affidavit was made, voI- untarily gave and signed the following statement: "I have personally renown Mr. Frank A. Means for the past forty-five years, and know that any statement he makes is entirely reliable. I personally visited him when he was confined to bed and utterly helpless. I now see .him .daily and know him to be in as good health as most me not his age." (Signed) JACOB KOHLER. Mr. Daniel W. Reynolds, postmaster at Reedsville, Pa., stated that he had re- ceived many inquiries from all parts of the country concerning Mr. Means' mar- vellous cure, and he cheerfully added his confirmation of the truth as follows: "I certify that the facts stated in the testimonial of Mr. Frank A. Means are absolutely true. I knew him when he was unable to move, and I see him every day now on the streets and in. my office." Signed DANIEL W. REYNOLDS. Here is evidence tlfiat must convince the most skeptical. Blit because many of the cures accomplished by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are so marvellous as to chal- lenge belief, the following offer is made: $5,000 REWARD—The Dr. Williams Medicine Company will pay the sum of Five Thousand Dollars"for proof of fraud on. its part in the publication oo the fore- going testimonial. No sufferer from paralysis, locomotor ataxia, St. Vitus' dance or any of the lesser nervous disorders can afford to longer neglect to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, the great blood builder and nerve tonic. Sold by all druggists or sent by mail on receipt of price, 50 cents per box; six boxes for $2.50, by the Dr. Wil- liams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. CLOSED CHURCH -IES. Six Days Out of Seven These Edifices Are Non -Productive. I suppose many readers will be start- led and some offended, at least in their first impression, when they see olir churches arraigned as misusers of wealth. How is that possible? they will protest. Are not our churches obviously and con- spicuously devoted to the general good? Are they not guided by able and unsel- fish m.en who devote their lives to the spiritual needs of their fellowmen? And is it not preposterous to charge then with misusing wealth, either shamefully or otherwise, when everyone knows that most of our churches are struggling un- der a burden of debt? All is true enough, yet the briefest consideration snakes it clear that the hundred thousand churches in America (let sus take that number for the sake of argument) are trying to do their work under conditions that would be considered foolish and wasteful if they existed in any or for four or five even- ings! Imagine a hundred thousand depart- ment stores doing active business only ,one day in seven. and remaining closed for the other six days or, at hest, ao- ing languid business on one or two odd afternoons! Imagine a hundred thou- sand theatres giving performances two or three evenings a week and then re- maining closed and silent for four or five evenings; Imagine a hundred thou- sand factories working 10 hours a day for a single day in seven and perhaps working five hours o, day for two other days, and then letting their fine mach- inery lie idle all the rest of the time! We should call it stupid and extravagant folly, we should expect such fo:olislt fac- tories, theatres and department stores to lose both in money and general es- rteem and, if each conditions persisted, we should conclude ,either that the dir- ectors of three activities were hopeless- ly incompetent, or that there was a very small demand for what they were try- Ind to furnish. Of course we have grown up in the idea that it is the [[right and natar:1.1 state of churches to ibo closed and silent most of the time, just why no one can say, but, being ci•eatt.ures of habit, we accept things as we find. them. We e%.• I pect our houses to be used every day, our barns to be used every day, our shops, libraries, hospitals, office build- ings, all the structures on our soil we expect to be used every day, save only the churches which are the ¢post costly and the most beautiful. These we ex- pect to be used occasionally, less than half the time, yet tho churches repre- sent a huge material investment based on infinite labor and saving, a value far greater than all the gold coin in the United States, value, counting land and buildings, that certainly exceeds two thousand million dollars! On which the :Honey interest, at 5 per cent., would be two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a day! And the spiritual daily equiv- alent,—well, that is beyond our reck- oning, but it should be very great and precious to offset so huge a sum. And most of the days it is wasted!—Success. The Professor's Pot. Once in a while, if the London Tele- graph may be relied on, something be- sides microorganism is grist to the bac- teriologist. Not long ago a friend dropped in at the laboratory of a young London pro- fessor and found him bending over a spirit lamp, on which a small pot bub- bled. "What is it to -night?" asked the vis- itor. "Guess," rammed the professor, invit- ingll crococcic" "Nero: , "Sonocoeci ?" .ogle.” "Spirochaeta?" "No," The visitor ran the scale of micro- organism as far as he knew it, and then said: "Well, I give up. What is in the pot? Sausages,' replied the professor, bland- ly. A Glad Occasion. Subbubs—Yor cook's silver amniser- sini'y, you say? Lonelyvible—Yes, elm has been with us twenty-five "hours.