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The Herald, 1907-11-01, Page 6W UM MAW kW NW w:t WI "7 ` 3 4 32 M SP4 dFki2:11 Z YU11,ld .0 ,24 t 1Y0151 tganCTIMCMgraCIT417:41VIMMIVANRAMONAVATAN04 a '''Ah! it you knew how kind, how good, .how saintly she is --that blessed lady! She ;referred to remain in town during elld. the rage of the pestilence, risking her Free/owe life, and devoting her time, money and personal attentions to the ewnfferers — the saint! — the blessed mint!" "I wonder why she did not take one of the other 'children--espeoialiy, why she slid not take Sylvia Grove, nsho is real- -ey an orphan, and no ehild of mine?" "My dear, the two children were ill as `ourself then—only Honoria was well; besides, how could she have known that one of the three children was an orphan, 'when::'e dict riot lir:o•.� it etrr,elve`?" "Ali! true. 1 am all in the dark about billet happened after I was taken ill. But, Sister, who is the lady that wishes to adopt my child? You told me she wee of high rank. What is her name?" "Mrs. Daniel Hunter." `emirs. Daniel Hunter!„ "4 es --the goves•uor's wife." "Mrs. Daniel Hunter!" again exclaim- ed Ellen. "Why, she is net childless. She !eras a little girl, or a boy, I forget which .--or at least she ha done three or four .- -car nt least she had done three or four thoughts ly Ilene when she ffirst heardreverting of the govern- ar's child. "Oh. yes. she had a beautiful little girl .1 .r. child whose angelic loveliness was j he theme of every tongue—but she lost 'Met child so terribly it was drowned en the Severn. While they were all on a steamboat excursion to the sea, that abild dropped overboard and wan drown- ed. "God beaveu! I never beard that be- fore! Oh, how awful! And to think I envied her once! Oh! .1 envied her once; land now—" exclaimed Ellen, covering ever face with her hands and shaddering. tl6.t length she raised up ber face and in- tuited; "Where is Mrs. Bunter now?" "She loft the city several days since !for Howlet Hall, the governor's country unit." "And took Hororia with her?" "She took the whole family, I under- ,lttefld," said the Sister. The conversion ceased here. The Sis- -$er"s term of attendance was up, and Colonel Falconer, Willie's god -father, is dead, I presume?" "Yes. :1 heard it before I was taken ill. I was very sorry to hear it." "He was very old—upward of eighty, Ei1en. He died full of years and good works. His death should be no cause of sorrow. Well, you know, he owned much property ire venous parts of the state?" "1 know." "As usual, however, he has left the mass of his estate to his wealthiest rela- tives; but, Ellen, he has remembered you. also. Do you recollect a small farm, called Silver Creek, lying near Howlet Hall; Governor Hunter's seat in A--- county r' "Yes; 1 ;member." "Of fifty acres, half in timber,, half cleared, with a small dwelling house and a few outbuildings?" "Yes, I recollect the plaee perfectly. It is very much out of repair, and no one has lately' lived on it but the three old negroes who have tilled the soil." "He has aft those negroes in your care, Ellen,' nd left you the farmll stocked as it es—no great fortune, Alen,El but suffio.ent to keep you and your chil- dren, and your servants in the neces- saries of life. I have been appointed one of the executors of the will. and only wait until you are well enough to travel to take you thither, if you wish to go, as 1 suppose, of course, you do." Ellen took his hand and pressed it, saying: 'Oh, Father Goodrich, to you I owe this piece of good for tune. You are the hest friend I ever had. God bless and re- ward you. Oh, I am very thankful -- very thankful! Thank God!" recovered to e to leave the in- firmlxor frret' care had been to go to the lunaarytic asylum and inquired after. liar• Nunohrpyn ma ottlao°inthatwp. reSelhuedehdadallfopuonsd- sibility of her removal from the care. of ber iteepers, anid she had. been unwill- iugly obliged to leave the wretched maniac in their aliarge,, She made her few preparations, and 'with �4ho two ohil- dren and old Abishag set out for their new !tome, which'•she trached upon the second weak h November•: Silver Creek farmhouse was built just upon the spot where a torrent reached the foot of tlxe ountain, and tbowad under its sbadoyv—ma creek. Ib was a substantial cottage, with a steep roof, broad lattice wiixdows, and walls a mosaic of venous . colored sandstone and quartz. A dilapidated barn . and come house, and an old "quarter" for the negro laborers, comprised the sum total of the outbuildings. ete small sum of money, left Ellen O'Leary for the pur- pose of repairing the cottage and farm buildings; by great economy in the outlay, served also for the purchase of, a few articles of necessary furniture for housekeeping. And in one week after her arrival she was comfort- ably settled in •tbo farmhouse. Her fam- ily consisted of herself, her son, Willie Falconer; Sylvia Grove (our own little Maud), and old Abistag. And her farm laborers were <• . negro family of four members ---namely, Leonard Fox and his wife, Mary, and their son and daughter, Leonard, jun, and Mary, jun.—in tom mon parlance, big Len. and little Len, and old aunt Moll and little Molly; though, be it known that little Len stood six feet on his bare soles and was stout "ac- cording," and little Molly weighed some hundred and sixty pounds. Ellen sat alone on her doorstep, in the full blaze of the morning sun, Listening to the song of the waterfall, watching the crystal flow of the creek and the rich, autum- nal foliage of the woods on the opposite hills and tbinking what a serene and blessed day and seen this was, as she meelm,nically plied her knitting -needle. She chancedto raise her eyes and, to her surprise, saw a lady equestrian, at- tended by a mounted groom, both care- fully picking • their perilous way among the jagged rooks and through the foam- ing water, along the narrow, dangerous ledge, between the foot of the precipice and the running creek. And while Ellen was gazing breathlessly with fear and wonder to see the rider's admirable man- agement of her steed, the lady turned her head and revealed the beautiful, pale face, and long. black ringlets of Mrs. Daniel Hunter. The noble horse strug- gled up the bank and ambled up to the cottage. Tire groom followed, dismounted and came forward and assisted his mis- tress to alight from her saddle. Ellen O'- Leary started up and ran to meet the lady. "Your little girl is very well, and very playful, Ellen," said Mrs. Hunter, an- ticipating the mother's anxiety. "I am very glad to hear it, and very glad to see you, Min. Hinter," replied Ellen, a% ale *Med, the gate to admit her vieitoa a�i'`..»i, "You hew; as rather rugged and hazar- dous path toyhaur picturesque home, El- len." "Yes, 'Madam, especially after a rain, when the torrent is swollen and the creek high, as at present, Few would have venturedalong that narrow ledge. 1 was frightened to see you, yet you were per- fectly fearless" "My Andalusian steed is as sure-foot- ed as a mule, my dear" They walked on to the !rouse and en- tered it. Ellen drew a large, flag -bottom- ed chair to the fire and established her guest in it And as the lady drew off her gloves, she cast an inquiring glance around. The room 'and its furnit re had all the characteristics of old-fahhioned country cottages. It was a large. square room, with a low ceiling, with two broad lattice windows, and a door be- tween them at the south front, and two narrow windows with a door between them to the north, with a small door leading into e, bedroom at the east and and the wide chimney -place at the west end, And the homemade rag carpet, the white oak table, the flag -bottomed chairs, black walnut chest of drawees, round looking -glass trimmed with ever- greens, just the things that may be found in every old-fashioned farmhouse, comprised the furniture of this apart- ment. But Mrs, Hunter missed some- thing as she looked around, and finally asked; "Where are your children, my dear? 1 would like to tae .:hem. " "They are gone up the mountain to get chiiukapins and chestnuts." "Are your children well since the fever, Ellen!"" "Yee, .madam, perfectly well. You know that every ono nem recovers from that dre:,rlr fever has better heal .l, than ever Before" "T know. What are the ages of your children Been?" CHAPTER XIII. Daniel Hunter and his family were domesticated for a short season at his country seat, the far-famed Howlet Hall, situated at the bottom of a mountain dell, from its remarkable shape widely known as the "Cauldron." It was the first of October when Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, after a three years' absence, arrived at Howlet Hall. At no time of the year was the country more inviting. And they gave themselves up with a perfect abandonment tothe re - ate rose to take leave and departed, to pose and recreation they so ranch need- ` be replaced by another. Ellen O' Leary, ' ed. The shooting season had commenced, 'left alone. fell intoe deep thought, the and every morning. Mr, Heater would was te clear appreciation e ui 'hinlr,,take his gun,. and, go forth rxe!nzlt of which ya{• q pinif 'u the immense advantages that: mi nccrue to her child in being adopted by Mrs. Daniel Hunter, and a determination that she would, for the present, leave her In that lady's undisturbed possession, seposinr on the knowledgepleased,at she reclaim could, at any time she pe her til ctau 1.Thier e • Ellen's convalescence was very rapid, The time was approaching when she felt Ilap and said it was a pretty little thing, it would be necessary to leave the in- butIthat it was no use, she couldn't love Smeary. or be placed upon the paupers' it! she hd made a vow never to risk her list indene!. Autnnm was also advancing, happiness in loving any other child under bad it was exnedient•TO provide her chin the sun. But at the same time Letty's dren with sone sc,rt of home for the eyes werewinter. and herself with some occupa- tion by which to supply them with food and clothing. When Ellen was anx- tously and painfully cogitating those subjects, without being able to see a ray Of light in the darkness of her present prospects. she received a message from ather Goodrich saying that be was com- ood ing to see her in a few days with hews. "Good news! What good news could eonre to her ?" she asked. She did nut be- lieve in it at all. The only possibility she could think of was that Mrs. ;hunter, having heard of her unexpected ;recovery, had determined to provide for Ther. And this Ellen thought she could tart submit to, It would seem to her Ulm selling little Honoria for a price. No, indeed! if she gave the chiles, it blxould bo a free gift, for the child's good --she could not receive any assist- nnce that might look like pay, or, what teas worse, alms. Brit: while she was still speculating trpon this subject. Father Goodrich came In with a cheerful, open smile and brisk step. .alien arose to meet him. "You need not tell me, dear Father, that they want to give me something for my little girl, for I don't take it—I won't, indeed'. I can't take pay, however q,ail rlisgx$ised, for my child, especially from those who--ohl indeed, I do not drink T can leave her there. anyhow!" • "What are you talking of, Ellen? I bring you no message from Mrs. Hunter. No one wants to pay you for your child, that I know of. I conte to tele you that you have rc .rived a legacy- not a great erne. but sufizeient toplaceyou and your children beyond want." Ellen could only gaze in wonder. I "You know, Ellen, that your relative, When Ellen O'Leary was sufficiently for ii whole' day's sport. When -Mrs. Hunter presented her little adopted child to the family they re- ceived the orphan with much tenderness, saying to each other that Augusta, with her ample fortune, had a perfect right to choose her own pets, whether they should be birds, puppy dogs s,r pauper babes. And Letty took the ebbe. on her "Mrs, Hunter, my mind was 00 tossed and distracted about that sante thing 1 did not know what to do," "Waxy, my dear Ellen, you know there is no one but yourself that has a, right to decide. You have doubtless heard front Sister Martha, Ellen, the hopeless con- dition.in which you and the other chile dren lay'when I removed the healthy one to my house? It was better that 1 should have taken her for a time, Ellen. It probably saved her from contracting the fever, and made her comfortable for the moan. And now, my dear Ellen, she is ee your disposal. Ellen began to tremble. She thought she saw at once all the splendid pros- peote of her daughter melting into thin air. At last she said, in a disappointed. tone; "I thought you wished to adopt her, Mrs. Hunter?" "And so do 1, most devoutly, Ellen." "Well, then why? Oh, does the ohildd fret for me and give you. trouble?" "No, Ellen. For the first few days, indeed, she grieved after you. But that must have been while you lay in the dead—in the infirmary, where she could not have been permitted to see you, of course. But after the first few days— you know the blessed elasticity of a child's heart—she grew very bright and cheerful and. now she plays about all clay long, the blithest bird in the world, the very life of our old Hall." "Forgotten me so soon. Well! it is like a little child! It is very well! ,I ought to be glad! I am glad! I hope I am! I believe I am!" mused Ellen. Then she spoke: "Mrs. Hunter?" "Well, my dear." "If you—if you wish to adopt her—oh, dear me. Do you love her, Mrs. Hunter." "Very fondly and deeply, Ellen. The little creature has crept into my heart and is at home. She is a great comfort and delight to inc." "Mrs. Hunter! if I give you my little child for your own, will you love her and do for her as for your own? Forgive me the question," a+ "If you give her to me I will love her, and educate her, and provide for her as if she were my own. I must have a• child, Ellen. It is a necessity of my nature. And I prefer this little one, because it eeems to me that Providence laid her in my lap, and because I have learned to love her. And if you will give her to me, I will do as I said, and more also." Ellen was sobbing bitterly, but it was because she had come to a resolution, and was shedding her last tears over it. And, at last she raised her eyes to the saintly, pale face of the lady and said: "I will give her to you, Mrs. Hunter. Heaven knows I would not do it to se- cure her mere advantages of rank and wealth, but I feel I can trust my child's higher interests, her intellectual and re- liigous interest with you with more con- fidence than with myself. Yes, you may have her, Mrs. Hunter. and I will keep entirely away until she has totally for- gotten me, though that will be very hard." "But remember this, dear Ellen; that this is not irrevocable—that at any time In the future, if you should. feel you could not abide :by- the terms, you can take back your child; though I do not think you will deprive us of her—you who have two others. And,,now, Ellen, I must leave you." -"But not until you get some dinner, indeed. It will be ready early. "Indeed, my dear, I must set out al- most immediately. I cannot risk your mountain roads late in the evening." "Well, then, you can certainly stop fifteen minutes until I make you a cup of tea." Mrs. Hunter smiled and restated her- self, more for Ellen's satisfaction than Mealy has own. And Ellen made haste so full of sweet affection that the i'ittle one looked up in her face and told its little sad story in two words: "Mother's dead." And Letty impulsively pressed the orphan to her bosom, while her tears of pity fell upon its bright head. Mr. and Mrs. Hunter had been at !!owlet Hall a inonth, and November had already arrived before they received the unexpected information of Ellen O Leary's escape from the plague, and her continued existenea, and of her hav- ing come into possession of the Silver Creek ;,fain. It was with unalloyed pleasure that Augusta first received this news. But then succeeded much per- plexity in regard to the adopted child. Mrs. Hunter knew that Sister Martha must have informed Ellen O'Leary of her adoption of the little Honoria, and she wondered why Ellen had not written to her upon the subject. She finally con - eluded that the mother deferred reclaim- ing her child until she could be comfort- ably settled at Silver Creels farm. But by the middle of the month Mrs. Hunter was advised that Ellen had established herself at her new hone in the neigh- borhood, and then she waited daily in the vain expectation of receiving a visit or message from her. But days past without any sort of communication from Ellen. And as the time approached when Governor Hunter would be obliged to return to the city with his family, in order to be present at the meeting of the State Legislature upon the first of De- cember, Mrs. Hunter grew very anxious, and resolved to make Elea O'Leary a visit. CHA.PTER.S`TV. A FISHERMAN'S LUCK. Weak, Worn and Almost in Despair When Dr. Williarne', Pink Pill° Came to Isis leeoup "My .strength was.almost gone, my breath very short and I could hardly walk. I used many remeiliesh, but -thew c1il not help me. Finally a friend ad- vised me to take Dr, Williams' Pink Pills, I did so and to -day, thanks to the pills, 1 ani a perfectly well man." This very emphatic statement is made by Mr. R. L. Porter, of Maitland, N. S. Me. Porten is a fisherman, subject to much exposure. He further says: I was in a state of debility end bloodless - liens. Sometimes I could attend to my work but often was too weak and miser- able to do so. 1 was wakeful and rest- less at night, and -could not eat in the morning. I was troubled with pains in my back and shoulders, sometimes I could hardly stragihten up. Then indi- gestion came to add to my misery, and my condition was one that made me al- most hopeless, I tried several medi- cines—but in vain. Then one day a friend! said why don't you try Dr. Wil- lieams' Pink Pills? I tried them and I shall always be grateful,for them. In a short time I began to regain my health. I could eat better, and could eat any kind of food. My strength re- turned. I could attend to my work. I was, in fact, perfectly well again, and this is actually due to Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills build up the strength tend drive out disease in just one way—they actually make new red blood. That is all they do, but they do it well. They don't act on the bowels —they don't purge and weaken like coin - mon pills. They don't bother with mere symptoms; they go right to the root of the trouble in the blood. That is why they cure anaemia, with all its head- aches . and backaches, and dizziness and heart palpitation. That is why they cues indigestion, rheumatism, neuralgia, St. Vitus dance, general weakness and the special ailments that growing girls and women do not like to talk about even to their doctors. But you must in- sist on getting the genuine pills with the full name "Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People" on. the wrapper around each, box Sold by all medicine dealers or by mail at 50c a box or six boxes for $2.60 from the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. BROKEN HEARTS' ANNIVERSARY. Many are the schemes that General Booth has brought forward for the re- lief of human suffering, and few of #'aka'!'"•i`a' 0=% 00 4',Doebr?rYi4044A'l l 0% Rickets. Si>nrap r the visible sign that baby's tiny banes are not forming rapidly enough. Lack of nourishment is the cause. Ennef,sion nourishes baby's entire system. Stimulates and makes bone. Exactly what baby needs. ALL DRUGGISTS: 50c.. AND tpl.4i0 *000 000 4%00 4 Eat 0 "My boy, William Falconer, or Falcon, as we call him is about six.years of age; but he is so well 'frown you would take him to be eight; and Sylvia is about four years old—but Sylvia i -x not my child:' "Ah! not your ebuld, :Ellen?" "No, madam. 81m is an orphan, but she was the Drily child of my husband's cou- sin, George Grove. Iler parents died of typos fever on their way from Ireland, and I have taken the ehild, and will 'Aare my children's bread with her, if it was the last creat, and it has often been a mere crust." "It will never be so again, dear Ellen. You are very comfortable now" "No, wedeln, it can never be so bad again, I trust. .t s you say, we are well Provided for now. But if it were other- wise and the hast piece oe bread were broken among ua, Sylvia should share it, for she is Willie's relation, and. Wil- lie's relations am dear to me as my own --Net as dear." "1 have no doubt of it, Ellen. It Is natural, 'But, men, why have you not been over_ to see me, or your little girl, and why hate you riot written. to nid about her?" them have failed. The latest is one that will appeal to even a wider circle tchan any he has yet put forward. It is the cure eif the broken heart. For the moment the head of the Salva- tion Army speaks of it as a soheme for the establishment of a "University of Humanity." He put forward this last of his enter- prises at St. John (New meeting the he was addressing ng of t Canadian Club. There were eofleges of ail kinds in exis- tence for the higher classes, but he want- ed a university for men and women to deal with broken hearts and to teach people how to reelaim the criminal and the drunkard, and to rescue the children of the daughters of shame and all miser- able creatures of the human race. The scheme would require a large am- ount of money, but he trusted that the millionaires would come•��and say, "Gen and soon set a fragrant cap of Hyeon be- oral, you shall have it. fore her visitor. And after partaking it, Only a brief resume of what the Un- iversity ought to be and do was furn- Mrs. Hunter arose, kissed Ellen and de- .shed But as usually happens when parted. General Booth outlines a scheme, the re- OHAPTER XV. same was comprehensive in its retails. Six years, with their vicissitudes. had passed over the lives of the two families whose interwov en fortunes form the sub- ject of our narrative. Daniel Hunter, with great eclat, had completed his sec- ond term of office as governs' of -M—. And with these fresh laurels upon his god -like brow he; would willingly have retired for a splfee from public life, but almost immediately he was appointed Secretary of State, and was called to a seat in the Cabinet at Washington. And Augusta, in the Federal city; am- ong the assembled wisdom and beauty of the Western World, was still what she had ever been, by virtue of her im- perial beauty, intellect and goodness, a queen of the truly, "best society." At her house convened the most distinguish- ed politicians, artists and authors; cele- breted as mueh for moral and Christian, as for intellectual worth. And many also found a cordial welcome there whose names were only "In the unobtrusive paths Of quiet goodness known.,, The Bunters were still at Washington at the point of time at which we resume the thread of our story. (To be nontinued.i 4dA Nothing makes one doubt immortality more than the frivolity of thought among the majority of mankind. It should have two head institutions, he said, one on either aide in every with affiliated ooll@g where students would be taught how to alleviate the miseries of the people. RESTLESS BABIES. If your little one is restless and cross it is more than likely the trouble is due to some derangement of the stomach or bowels, and if Baby's Own Tablets ie given the child will soon be bright aind cheerful, and when the mother gives her child this medicine she has the guaran- tee of the Government analyst that it contains no opiate poisonous says: Mr.. J. F. Loney, , "I have used Baby's .Own Tablets for constipation and other ailments of chil- dren and have found them more satis- factory than any other form of medi- cine" Sold by medieine dealers or by mail at 25c a box from the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. • ee-1 "BRAVO, ANGLAIS!" Walking with his wife on the banks of the Aar, near Than, on Sunday, Captain H. 0. Holman, D. S. 0., Indian Axxny, saw an excited crowd watch a Swiss drowning in the rapids of the swollen river. No one dared go to the rescue. Oaptain Holman immediately speang in, reached the drowning man, and alter a long struggle, which at time seemed likely to end in the death of both, land- ed the Swiss and climbed ashore himself in an exhausted state. Ile refused his name to those whp questioned him, but the crowd cheered and shouted, "Bravo, Anglaia!" This is the first rescue at this danger- ous part of the Aar, those who have fell, - en in before being drowned. o Telephone and Telegraph Poles. Recent estimates give 800,000 miles oc telephoite and telegraph pole lino in the United States. At an average of forty poles to the mile there are 32,000,000 it use, and, assuming thmt the life of a. pot is twelve years, there are needed year more than 2,050,000 polels� '�'P craft.