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The Wingham Times, 1910-02-17, Page 7•1. it��0�1�0��9.?04��!t��sa'Qe�' Q��t►.����lw��*l��+AN�, live's t p et BY LAURA JEAN LIBB,,LW 9 40 Author of "A Cruel Pev nge,"' `EA Foriai den Mar_ riaget': "A it enutilui Coquette," "The neirc,zz ci Cameron Hall." "'Whitt is the • hour? Duncan, are you there?" sho called, feebly, "Yes, ;vlarthy,". returned the farm- er, huskily, "Don't be afeered; I'm sittin' alongside ye, 1)'ye want me to tako hold 0' yer hand?" "Oh, Duncan," moaned the sufferer, "X can not see you, my eyes are so blhh .eu by the tears' that have fallen from them," "Iresh-eh, Wrathy!" muttered the armer, "I shall not bo a burden on you much longer, Duncan," sho wailed, "You've put up with so much of late, dear," "I've never complained, glee ' Marthy?" he replied, hastily. '"I •den't like to heat' ye talk like that, ;wife; it hurts me 1' the heart, like." "Is it a nice night, Duncan?" she whispered, eagerly. "Tell me, and then you shall know why I ask."' "It is 93 lovely moonlit night,. Marthy, answered the i'armer, in a , low voice. ,giro moon is at the full. It's jest sick a night as it was when —when—she left us." CHAPTER NIX. The words seemed to chill to the heart's cote the girl listening put- side. "Mother," she murmured, faint- ly, pressing her cold, white, tear' -wet cheeks to the cold pane. But the sighing of the wind among the trees •outside drowned it, and it did not pierce the dull ears of the woman lying on the .couch, nor those of the solitary watcher sitting beside her, "I would like to have you raise mo in your arms, Duncnn," she Whis- pered, "so that I can look out of 'the window and see the long stretch of white road beyond. She will yet •tonne to me up that long road, Dun- can, and the feet that hurried so .gladly away will come creeping back. They always do. I want everything .just as she left it when she went away, Duncan; the. holly -hocks nod- ding their great golden heads clown by the stone wall; the little beds of pansies all a -bloom; and—and you must not let any one disturb the robin's nest under the eaves of the barn; she will be glad to see that ;the young ones have come." The man beside the couch knew that her mind was wandering, He made her, no answer, for he could not tell her than the hollyhocks'ancl' the pansies were dead, and .that the little birds had long since grown out ,of their nest and had flitted away, }never to come back again. How lovingly she always spoke of the girl—the girl who had deserted her in her old age for a stranger with a handsome face whom she had known but a few short weeks. The father's heart grew hitter against the wanderer, wherever she might be, and a muttered imprecation rose to his lips, and he clinched his hard ,hands. He had Lo -ed the girl as he ;lead never loved anything in his life before, but when he saw the wife whom he had wedded when both were young, pining away of a brok- ..en heart because of her desertion, ;then all his love turned to hate Nvandhcoftenout against c a crred thimself as he paced the floor up . and down, that if he lost his wife, never again, in life or in death, would he look upon the girl who was responsible for it. To -night his Wife seemed to grow worse so rapidly that he was fright- ened. Leaning over,• he took the thin, V . $ r©nchitis." THE SYMPTOrVXS ARE Tightness across the Chest, Sharp Pains and a Difficulty in Breathing, a Secretion of Thick Phlegm, at first white, but later of a greenish or yellowish color coining from the bronchial tubes when .coughing, especially the first thing in the ;morning. Bronchitis is generally the result of a cold caused by exposure to wet and inclement weather and when neglected .will become chronic. Chronic Bronchitis is one of the most general causes of Consumption. Cute the first srymptoms of Bronchitis by y t he use of Dr. Woods Norway Pine Syrup 4:+-{{•}-+--#+ Miss Martha tour - ♦et` Little Palms, a4Broncitis writes:"Last ' •Cured. spring 1 was very poorly, had a bad cough, sick head- eh ead- e h e could not sleep, end .was tired all the time. I con- sulted two doctors, and both told me I' had bronchitis, and advised ae togive teaching. tried almost everthng u t buE none of the medicines gave me any relief. One of in : friends advised me to try Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. I had desrrely taken the first bottle when T began to get better" and when I had taken the fourth bottle I felt as well m ever, my bough had left the and I could sleep Well. Dr. Weed's is the original Pine Syrup. It is put uin'a,Mirk, wrapper, three pp inn trees the trade ark, and the price here aro Man f 25 pts. T rtiitati nsl Ce 1t . ... ,p +5f "Dr. Wood's" se be sure oil•receive the genuine ask When youfor it. Manufactured only by The T. Milburn' • Co., Limited, Toronto, Ontr, wasted, toil -worn Band in his, CO,. roSeing it softly. "Don't talk any more- to -night, Mnrthy, about these things," he said, slowly., "an, to-tnorrow ye shall hey the bed drawn close alongside o' tho window. I'm goin' out to sit by the doorstep an' smoke my pipe; exon if it be late, Ye can call mo if yewant anythin'•" •" There's only one thing in this world that I want, Duncan," sobbed the sick woman, "and that is, to see my Neva's face again, to hear hor speak to me; then I'd die, if I had to, in pence." There was a slight noise outside -the window, and a sound like the wild, wailing sobs of a human voice. "What's that?" asked the woman, starting up from her pillow. "It's nothin'; you're only fanciful, Marthy," he remarked, not quite pleased that she persisted in talking 0f. the sirl. "You won't mind et T go out to the doorstep to smoko a bit, will ye?" "No.; but don't stay long, Dun- can," came the faint response. "Ev- ery minute will seeman age; I am so lonely to -night; come in soon; I want to talk to you about my child. Ah, Duncan, if you could find her. and bring her back to me to -night!" The farmer muttered something be- tween his set teeth, and strode im- patiently from the' room. . He lighted his pipe slowly, and sat down on the doorstep to think, loosening his cra- vat, for something seemed to choke him when Martha talked like that. Suddenly an uncomfortable feeling stole over him, such as one feels when one becomee aware Of some near presence hovering about him. "I dealer', I'in, gettin' as nervous as a woman!" muttered the farmer, knocking the ashes from . his pipe and glancing about him What was that in the dark shadow of the vipes? It looked like a human figure; he felt sure of. it. As he gaz- ed intently he became convinced that his surmise was correct. There was some one there crouching under his sick wife's window. In an instant he was on his feet and striding 'over to the spot, and his great strong hand came heavily down on the intruder's shoulder. "Who are ye, an' what are ye do - in' here at this time o' night?" he cried sharply, thinking it was some lad who was awaiting his chance to steal into the melon patch beyond. The reply almost took his breath away. "It is aa, father. Don't you know me?" cat.20 the piteous wail, The .farmer staggered back, clutch- ing convulsively at his throat for breath. That voice! For an fnsten.t hewas stunned. "I ant going in to see mother," she sobbed. "I have .come back to her.,, Those words recalled Farmer Gray to his Senses, arid filled hint with a nighty anger. "Yer not goin' in to. yer mother!" ho cried, harshly. "It's ye- that brought 'er whar she is. Yer not goin' in to finish up yer Work by rrightenin' her to death! She's too weak to stun', any sech • suddint shock," "Oh, let pie go in and see hor, if but for a moment, father!" pleaded the girl, sinking on her knees at his feet and holding out her thin, trembl- ing hands to him. "She is very, very 'ill. I can see that through the win- dow. Let me go to her father!" and she would have glided past him, but he blocked the way with his heavy form. `aYe can't step across the thresh- old till I know yon story, girl!" he declared, With a cutting harshness that seemed to wither the very heart and soul within her. "Tell whar yc've been. Tell yer story 'trona first ter last, and r11 jodge whether I loin ask ye ter step inor not," "Bttt you would not turn me away from the bedside of my sick another, would you?" sobbed. Neva, wildly. "Oh, be •kind, be merciful! It might bo her dying bedside you are .keeping me from soothing! Oh, surely ,.yott would not refuse me the shelter, of the roof that has been tiny only hone, at Such a tfinol" "That depends," returned the far- mer,. sternly. Y"Mebbe ye ain't got no call forto stand in her presence. Ye must tell yer story first, I say." "Itwould take many minutes," moaned Neva, wildly, "and time may be precious, father, After I have kissed her face, held her lined one little minute in mine, and heard her dear voice whisper ono word of Wele come, then I will conte out here to you, father, and tell you all though it stabs lay heart afresh." "I hev passed my word, declared the farmer stolidly; "an' ye ought ter" know that my yea means yea and my nay means nay." This decision seemed to madden the girl to a sort of frenzy. To be so near her poor, sick mother, and be in to her bed- side! n d from flying rc ai a ri y g Ah, God! it was too cruel' She could ,not endure it; it seemed bey yonthhutnan nature; and With a sharp cry she Wrenched herself free front the hand that ,held her in its strong eluteh, and before ho could recover his breath through surprise, she had charted past hint like a sterttt-driven stealloVe and mitered the house, and by the time he was on the threshold the girl %bas by her rmother's bed- Tan Wt lirt14,l* 'MES, FEBRUARY 17 *KV Fifteen Years of Agony 'UFruit.a-tives" Promptly Qured Him After ,Doctors Had Failed To Give HOlief. CHARLES BARRETr, Ewa. Harbor au Bouche, Antigonish Co„ N.B., March 24, 1909. "I wish to express my sincere appre- ciation of the great benefitIreceivedfroin taking "Fruit-a-tives." I suffered from Biliousness and Dyspepsia for fifteen years and I consulted physicians and took many kinds of ordinary medicine, butgot,no relief. I was in miserable health all the time and nothing did me any good. I read the testimonial of Archibald McKechnie, of Ottawa, and I decided to try "Pruit-a-tives." I have taken a number of boxes of "Pruit-a- tives," but before I had taken one box I felt better and now am entirely well. "I am thankful to be well after fifteen years suffering, andIamwiliingtohave this statement published for the sake of other sufferers, and to thein I strongly recpmmeud "Fruit-a-tives." (Signed) CHARLES BARRETT. Sot a box, 6 for $2.5o—or trial box, 25c. At all dealers or sent post-paid on receipt of prise by Fruit -a -lives Limited, Ottawa. There was a. wild cry of "Mother! oli, mother! matter!" Simultaneously with this the suf- ferer raised herself from her, pillow, then, without uttering a word, fell heavily back. One glance at that white, awful drawn face and the terrible stare in the eyes, and the girl knew the truth. She stood Iike a statue carved in stone, and looked at the man swift- ly approaching her. "Look!" she cried, in an. awful voice that rang clear as a bell through the darkened room. "You kept me back too long. I reached her beside just in time to sec her fall back dead! Deadl and without one word for met May God in His mercy find pardon for you, for I nev- er can, never while I live!" And with a cry so bitter that it pierced Duncan Gray for many a long year afterward, she bent and kissed ago- nizingly the cold, clammy lips that gave back no answering carets. Then, ere he was aware of what she was about to do, Neva turned and fled into the moonlit night, and by . the time he reached the door to call her back, the dark shadows beyond had swallowed her, and he was left alone with the dead, with his daughter's bitter cry, that was almost a curse, ringing like a knell in his ears. :He aright have been kinder; he rea- lized that, dazed though he was. His great sobs aroused the servant and the farm-hands, and they came flocking quickly to the room. They found the farmer on his knees by the bedside, quite unconscious,his hands clasping the cold, lifeless ones of the dead, Heaven was merciful to him that a knowledge of what was iabout him. was withheld transpiring g from hint by a long and serious ill- ness. When he took up the • tangled thread of existence again, the Christ- mas bells were ringing, and the roses and the hollyhocks were lying cold and• dead in their shroud of snow. 'All day long he would sit in his arm -chair by the window arid look out over the frozen hills, speaking never a word; but his one thought was of Neva. "Would she never Como back to hint' again?" 'Ah! if ho had but been kinder to her that fatal night, she would have been by his side now to comfort him in his loneliness, How he missed her! Ah, dear Heav- en! how bitter it is to be old, ill, and helpless among strangers, who grumble over every little extra trouble sickness in the house .causes 'glean! ' here .Was no gentle hand to soothe his pail' -racked brow, no one to. hold a cup of waterto' his parched lips, i no one to care f 1ta were comfortable or not,, and his heart cried out anent for Neva, He yearned for her with a yearning' .that could net be appeased. Iie had found out that she event to New York, and quite as soon as he 'was able to do so, he sold the little fain and followed her, "I teas bort' on this, place, as Was my father before rte, and I expected to die in the olcl piece, and he bur- led ander the maples yonder; but home is - home to the no longer. I aur going to find my Neva. Iter home shall be My home; where she is will end my clays, and there I Will be buried." The neighbors felt sorry for the old man, and shook their 'heads sorrow- fully When they saw him depart, and they said, "lb night its well search fol' a certain beide of grass in a wheat -field, or ono particular grain of sand on the seashore• --he Will nev- er lid her," They said "good- bYe,. and watched hint out of sight, feel- ing thathe was passing outot Omit lives, that the scenes which oneo knew hhn Would ItnoW gigs no more, and that they should never see hint again in this lits. Meanwhile, Neva had again, drifted back to New 'York; and after her at. rival there, in cotuntieg 'over the Money she had left, she Mencl that it was an alarmingly smalllotion/14 • and that it would be entirely, ex.. hausted within a week's time. It was then that the necessity of finding semething'Y tR do. Iarced itself uponher hogfathernsinh i Mind,wished oho had :notbitter [auger ill the hour in Which no iu:i t Illicit need of her. Ali! if it wero to be done aver again she would have forgiven him all things. Neva was SQ young, se inexperi- enced, and it was a pitiful thing to face the dark future that loomed up before her, For a, young girl to be homolof s, friendless, penniless in the streets of New York—ah! what can be more Cruel? Neva found it by no means as easy as she had anticipat- ed. She realized that the first day;, When night fell sho had no shelter. • Then sho thought of the 'waiting woman at the depot, and to her the girl made hor way, and in a soh- bing voice told her situation. "I am glad you came to me," re- turned the woman, laying a kindly hand on the girl's dark head, "I think I ain just the ono who can help You in your dilemma, if you are quick with the needle, There is a down -town establishment advertising for assistants, so their superinten- dent was telling me only yesterday., I will give you a note to him." Nova thanked the good woman with tears in tier eyes, little dreaming how strange a web fate was weaving about her. CHAPTER XX, It was rather ,a new experience to Nova to find herself one of the many young girls stitching away, for a few paltry shillings per day, in one. of the largest dress emporiums .of the great metropolis. She had secured lodgings with 'her, only friend. At the end of the third day an event happened which changed the whole course of her life. A beautiful mauve -gray traveling dress had been brought up from the work -room, and h e forewoman had the e handed it to Neva for a few extra stitches here and there which appear- ed to have been overlooked, "Tho young lady who is to' Fear this is very particular," she re- marked; "and as Miss Olive Knee- land is a good customer, we are an- xious to please her," Olive Kneeland—how strangely sweet the name sounded to Neva! It puzzled her, too, for it almost seem- ed to her as though she had heard it before, somewhere. And as her fin- gers flew deftly over the fine, soft gray frills, she fell to wondering what this Miss Kneeland, who was so soon to be a happy bride, was like. Was she tall, slight, and dark, or was she fair? Would her wedded life be sunshine or would it be stormy and unhappy? While she was wondering, there was a flutter in the work -room. The fore- woman carte• to her, Hurriedly ex- claiming, "Here is Miss Kneeland now: You must give me the travel, ing-dress at once."- • • ..' .. .. , Neva involuntarily dropped her Work,' and glanced up. Miss Knee- land was standing but a few feet dis- tant, regarding her • with interested eyes„ probably because Neva was busy with her traveling -dress. "How beautiful she is, but how proud and cold looking!" thought Neva, as she beheld the tall, slim,, haughty, young girl standing there in the sunlight, its bright rays glinting her brown hair and changing it into gold. But her eyes attracted Neva most; they were so large, so blue, so wonderfully expressive. She spoke a few words to the fore- woman, then turned with a very graceful bow and left the room. Olive Kneeland! Where had Neva heard that name before? For an hour or more she pondered over , it, then suddenly it came to her just where. The work she was doing fell from her hands, and a great sobbing cry broke from her lips. Great Heav- en! she remembered! She had heard that name upon tars lips of .the hand- some young. husband who had wed - 'clod, then deserted, her! When she had asked him the ques- tion if he had ever loved any one before he loved her, he had lanswer- ed: "Yes, I did love a young girl be- fore I met you, but she was so cold and proud that she froze my Iove.'% When she had asked her name he had hesitated an instant, then an- swered, slowly, "Olive Kneeland." The shock was so great it alrtiost. killed Neva. At that moment one of the girls, who was standing at the winpan3ondow•3,; called suddenly to her coni - "Miss Kneeland pis just about to enter hor carriage," she said. "Her betrothed is with her. Come, girls, mid sec what a hancllsome fellow • he is, Why, I positively envy her, he is so devoted to her, Yee, I predict for ?f!ss lineelaitd a happy life when she s 111x. Iloge r • Glen denning'& wife. lie irly icloli es her, Ali, rue! how 'ret it is to be loved! Come, girls, see' then drive off." .i.11 the girls rushed to the 'window. -ova never• knew how she reached it, 't seemed to her that the room was whirling around her, and the 'voices her companions sounded tar'off, lino the voices one hears in dreams. ;le preswt'd her White face close to "0 window -pane and looked down. `111 surely her ears had riot deceived They had uttered the halite tiger Glendenning. Was she iniad or canting? Ah, angels in heaven, be tiful! It was hs ! It was a itond- • she did not fall dead 'then and .i.er•e. • The gentleman in the vietoria, rnncfiig casually up, saw the group .1 girls looking eagerly clown at hit tdy levo, and he smiled amusedly, 'rising his hat from his fair, hand - :atm curls with a courteous bo.v, revery girl neve Neva drew iustaat-, v back in the greatest confusion, r though. 'nine •,t seemed ashon d to C gr tone, her face glued to the winidow- •vane, and her eyes riveted on the eyes ;lancing up laughingly into her own. It, was no dream, no illusbon. Of all the faces the ''World held, she would know that one. Ile had parte ed from tier with caresses and en. clearing words, and once but of sight, she waw but Of natal. Ile had eini ))v forgotte[t her, er regretted ti•rt lx nfv int t nit C, ,fid i.gtiored her RAW ,iitogethere And oho loved Mat. sat 4 4h, pitying G'odt in spite ,of all his elect G S ,sho loved him still. "Coxae away from the window.. miss, and attend to your work," the lorcwomptj culled put shfirply to Nova. ilt#t the girl did riot hear --her ithoughts had followed her heart,,-- they were with the two: whirling hewn the avenue.. "1:1'e is going to marry Miss Ince- lentil" The words rang through hor brain like a funeral knoll, Sho clutch- ed her hands tightly aver her heart, ,flow' could he marry the beautiful Miss Kneeland, when ha was.. already Wedded to her? A titan could. bays but one wife. The forewoman crossed over to the window and shook the girl angrily by the shoulder, *claiming: "Why are 'you not at your work'? You are not paid to loiter here, and we So busy. You must attend .to your business if you want us to keep you here." Neva turned slowly toward her. She did not oven comprehend what she was saying, her brain was so confused, When the woman caught sight of the death -white face she started back with a little cry. "Are you ill, miss?" she asked, an- xiously. "Ill!" Neva laughed aloud, the most horrible and yet the most piti- ful laugh that ever fell from mortal lips. "I am so ill that I wish death would come to Inc and set me free from this awful pain!" she moaned, clutching her hands still closer over her throbbing heart, The woman took the work from her hands, "You are not able to finish bliss Itneeland's traveling -dress," she said. "I will give it to some one else to do, as it must be finished immediate- ly. She is to be married to -night or Co -morrow; I have forgotten just what the date is. She is a very hap- py girl," went on the forewoman, volubly and thoughtlessly, "for he is marrying her for love; and when one marries for love, the world is heaven to them," Whiter and whiter grew Nova's face, Sho never heard the last word, for while it was on the woman's lips her hands had dropped listlessly to her side, her head drooped on her chest, site swayed to and fro for an instant, then, without a moan or a cry, fell senseless at the woman's feet, When her eyes unclosed, and con- sciousness began to reassert itself, she found herself on the back porch of the emporium, where they had car- ried her. A little girl stood .by he side, alternately fanning her an bolding a glass of ice -water to her parched lips. In an instant the events through which she had just passed recurred to her, and the little girl standing beside her grew frightened to see her bury her face in her hands and weep .violently, "I think I will leave you now that you have come to," said the girl, "for I must make haste to carry Miss Kneeland's. dress to her." In an instant a thought occurred to Neva. In a flash she had clasped the girl's hands, and tb;e girl started back, they were so burning hot. "Let me go with you," she whisp- eredK,neelanda,hory. "I must see Miss " sel • "I don't think the forewoman would object to your going, for there's two packages, and I should have to make two trips," returned the girl. "Some ono suggested that you should go with me to get the air in crossing the park, but they thought you were too weak. I'll go and say that you'd like to help me with the packages." In less time than it takes to tell it- the girl reappeared, and they started on what was to Neva the most important errand of her life. A servant admitted there, taking the bundles from thein, remarking that it was impossible for Miss Knee- land to see then' just then. "You can return. I will stay here and rest a little," said Neva to her companion; and the little girl re- turned alone to the establishment. The door had no sooner closed .af- ter her than Neva turned beseeching- ly to the 'servant, crying out that she must see Miss Kneeland, as her errant] Was' a matter of life or death: This brought Olive down at once. Sho looked at the'girl in wonder, re- cognizing her as the one in the es- tablishment that was sewing on her traveling -dress that afternoon. "You wished to see me?" she inter- rogated, kindly. ",Now that I am here, tell me what T can do for you, my good girl." Her gentle words and pleasant ntan- ner touched Neva to the heart. With a great cry what fairly shocked Idiss Kneeland, she flung herself on her knees at her feet, sobbing out in- coherently: "You can make or you can ntar my life. Oh, listen to me! You have a noble face; you would not want to crush a young girl's heart, wreck her MUM, make life a burden for her. You are beautiful as a dream; you are rich. I can not wonder that airy ono should Bove you; but, ah, mei ah, mel I wish to Heaven you had never been born!" And here Neva gave Nay to hysterical 'weeping. "My good girl, exclaimed Miss Kneeland, greatly shocked and be- Wildered, "I have not the least idea what you are trying to get at. Be so kind as to' tell Inc What you want of mc. I ant very, very busy to- day, and Can illy spare the time that, I am giving you no*," :'•'Yes, r rein tell yell," inoaned Neva, wringing her hands, 'and let my every word be a prayer to yen, They tell tie that you -you vlove Roger Glendenning, dear lady; but, 011i yotl must not love him—you inttst not mar"t;v hilt fcr he is all 1 have in the nvorldt IfY n 'k o take hint treat rinehi I shall tile. an 1-•• ii ( a d lily spirit would haunt you So, night and day, that you would hover find a nttoinent's Peace or happiness with. bill.". ClIAI"'rlat XXL Olive I'i;neeland's face froze instant" ly into a Cold, hard stare, '1'o say she was atna'ed, but faintly ale' act Ibis the situation: She quito be - Me be Continua. 7 1101111.11. 111111111111111.1010110.01111111111.1MiniimmimmillIMIMMINIM The B'ra'g You Have. Always bought, and which has bee* in use for over S0 years, has borne the signature of er.BGand has been made under bis Per- 444 G soma supervision since its Infancy. 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