The Wingham Times, 1911-09-28, Page 7THE WINGUAM TINE% SEPTEMBER 28 1911
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Fate•
BY CHA LES GARVICE
Author of 4( The Verdict of the Heart," " A Heritage
of - Hate,." 44 Neil of Shovlre Mills," "Paid
Fair," f4 A ]Vtotern Juliet," Etc.
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,over with satisfaction al they drove
hone.
"Splendid thing; for •the 0Ounfcy,
Vane's succession, I'll get him to
take the hounes! And 1 say, Emily,
whet a delightful young fellow thil!i
ulian Shore is, eh?"
1 "Delightful," responded Lady Fan -
worthy; but as she spoke she looked
.at her racliniit husband with the ten-
der pity with which eke clever wife
'tplerates the spouse whom she loves
;notwithstanding his duller tg intelli-
en . .
"There go the happiest pair I ever
aniet," remarked \'ane, as the two.
' ,men sat in their smoking jackets in
•tho billiard roam.
"They seem devoted to each eth-
'"or," said Julian, "I suppose the
.man who saki that marriages were
made in. Heaven must have had such
.a couple in his mind." .
a
"Marriages arc made in Heaven,abut they smuggle a very fair coun-
•terfeit from quite another place,"
•:observed Vane, absently. "How is. it
•,you never married, Julian?" As the
question left his Bps he would have
like to have checked it, for the sub-
ject was a sore one for him; but the
'question was asked; and he waited
for the aesWer.
Julian knocked the ash from the
.cigarette and looked before him un-
.cler his dropping lids.
• "I don't know," he replied, as if
he himself were wondering, "I sup-
pose it mis because I have never seen
e the woan 1 wanted to make my
i wife."
1 'You have never been in+ -love?"
.asked Vane, though he could have
:,kicked himself for the banality of the
,thing.
"No," said Julian, after another
' ,;pause. "No,, I suppose not!"
Vane laughed grimly.
"You suppose not," he said. "You
,certainly hdve not, or you'd have
known it. Iced? Tilght!'''
Julian went to his room, but it
was some' time before ho went to bed.
It was a moonlight night, and he
leaned against the window and look -
.ed at the park, and the hills beyond,
:the land that represented to some
small extent the vast wealth' into
*which his cousin had come; looked at
:it with an expression in his eyes
attihich, if she could have seen it,
'would have justified Lady Faa-
vworthy's comparison.
But it- Was not the black panther
taslepp., or placidly satisfied and Mir -
;ring.. There was a hungry, restless
look in the dark ey'ds, and the white,
,even teeth gleaned as the lips closed
and unclosed with a nervous move-
ment.
They stayed three days at the
Court, and. during the whole of that
:time Vane treated Juilan as the heir
.and "'did him honor," as the signi-
:flcant old phrase has it;•so that the
,servants,. even Dir. Holland, cane to
regard Mr. Julian Shore as almost:
of equal importance to the earl him-
• self.
Before they started to return to
London, • Julian gave orders for the
cleaningand doing up of the Wiz-
ard's Room and, at Vane's sugges-
tion, even instructed a mason to al-
ter the fireplace.
They reached London just before
tea -time, and Vane suddenly remem-
bering his promise to Judith Orme,
said:
"Engaged this 'afternoon, Julian?"
Julian replied in the negative.
"Well, then, conte with ine to call
On a. holy, will you?"
It would be as well, if he were
going to call on Judith, that ho
should make the visit as convention-
al and void of significance as pos
sible by, taking a friend with him.
year ago the proposal of a tete-a-.
' tele With J udith twine would hese
set his heart beating; hut now
'.rhes. is safety iii nutubers, though
14 be only tiro,
"who is it'?" asked Julian,
"Nies Ornw," replied Vane;
"The Miss Urine?"
Vont' nodded, "The very Miss
Orme," he a settled. You know her?"
"No; I have not even seen her,"
said Julien; ."but, of course, I have
heard cif her; who hnsit't?"
"Who, indeed?" said Vane, drily.
'A. neat staid -servant admitted then,
and took them, Upstairs..
.1udith. was seated at the piano,
but at the sound of . Vane'snatue--ho
had not given Julian's—she rose
quickly. But at sight of Julian she
paused. In her advance and the color
of resentment rose to her beautiful
tact, It wasthere only fox' an
in.
-
stant, the next sho came •forward
with outstretched 1andher sapphire,
,
eyes smiling, her lips half parted.
"I -ow do you do, Lord Lesbor-
h Diyou meet or
Lesbor-
ough? d my father? 110
has only just gone out. l'm so sore
ry!"
"I've brought my. cousin, ?dr. Jul-
ian Shore," said Vane,
The smite shone on him, and her
hand went out to hint, and as Jul-
ian took it, he drew a long breath
and raised his lids slowly, as a man
does who is trying to hide some
deep, intense emotion.
What had happened to him? A mo-
ment or two .ago,, before he htid en-
tered the room, he bad been master
of .himself, sole possessor of his soul.
And now. His- dark eyes soughtthe
lovely fare, and all the world seemed
to stand. still, •as if it were gazing
with hIni and listening with him to
the exquisite voice, so low and sweet,
so full of music, sosad, and yet
with a subtle suggestion of tender-
ness and passion.
He threw his head up as if he were
trying to throw off the impression,
tho spell, under which 'he had falles'
as suddenly, as helplessly as if he
had been mesmerized.
"We've just- come • from the Court."
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on yotr. I ;Mist find some work -e" indignantly. I ,"hail fellow well duet" i'eaden of the tr
+ Linked by she sighed bitterly, "flow cosy it is: Polly stowed her to go 'to. work ; profession end explained what it was
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Polly snorted wrathfully. '
"I should: like to punch that young&
bounder's head!" sho said. "The co -
Waal impudence heroust have had!
To think that you'd he seen out With
hind But there ere plebtty of things
you can do. Let mo see. You wouldn't
C 'e o. iai
for instance, 111, into prof, ss i, x
euphoric?"'
"What is the profession?" asked
Nina, eagerly,
"Why, the theatrical—mine--ours!„
replied Polly With surprise, "Don't
you know that it's the only protect -
Sion worth speaking about?"
Nina shook her head and smiled.
"Tin afraid l've no talent for the
etagee," she said. "And—and I don't
think I should like it."
"Really?" said., Polly with a sur-
prise that was' flattering to the dra-
matic profession. "That's a pity, for
you're cut out for it. Such a face
and figure! Oh, yeti may smile; but
in my opinion you're one of ' the
prettiest: girls I've met; and. Mr.
Harcourt would agree with me if
he
saw you. Well, of all the stupid
hats! And yet.I thought I'd got the
ono I saw in the window quite fixed
tn my mind. went intisdbought
the materials; you see you get the
bat so much cheaper if you trim, it
yourself. But I suppose I've forgot-
ten just how the trimming went."
She put the hat on her head, and,.
surveying herself in the glass, utter-
ed an exclarnation of impatient dis-
gust and made 'a grimace at herself
in' the mirror. dI wouldn't be seen
dead in a ditch with it!"
"Let me look at it. Give it to tee.
• May I try?" said Nina.
Polly tossed it to her, and leaning
back in her chair, watched her as sho
twisted the feather this way and
that and arranged aad rearranged
the ribbon, At last Nina held It out
deprecatingly, and folly tried it on.
• "Oh, you dear!" she exclaimed,
joyfully, "That's splendid! It ish't
quite like the one in the shop, but
it's twenty times. mere • pretty and.
stylish. I've never had such a hat;
it's a duck and a darling! And how
quickly you did it! Why; I've bee*
Muni and hours fumbling. at it!"
"I'm glad you like it," said Nina.
"I used to trine my ottn hats and
make my own dresses—"
"And no Wonder, if they were as
good as this]"" said Polly. "Why"—
she stopped suddenly and pu;sed her
lips—"I'rn going to rehearsal . in that
hat, and if I don't knock the rest of
the ,girls with it, well—I'm afraid'I
midst go now,. dear. You won't feel.
Vane was saying in cool, convention-
al. tones. "1tfr. Shore and I have been
playing Bachelor Hall there."
She turned, her eyes to Julian and
smiled, and he felt a thrill,. the
thrill of a sudden passion which
sways a man as a reed is swayed by
the wind, the passiongainst whose
tyranny the strongest man is as
weak as. the 'veriest • babe. uncon-
sciously he moistened hie: lips with
his tongue for the power of speech
Deemed to have deserted hien.
• "My first ,visit," Ls said, scarcely
knowing what he said.
"Yes?"
That was an, just the one word;
but in Julian Shore's cars it was
like a note ..o'f`'heavenly music.
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CIIAPTER'
Nina had, at last, found her good
Samaritan.
""To think of your findingthe way
to the very street, and me just driv-
ing up at the very moment!" Polly
exclaimed the next inorning with in-
finite satisfaction. "That's what they
call the - long arm of coincidence,
isn't it? Anyhow, whatever it was,
I'm jolly glad. You look better after
your nights rest, dear; and as beau-
tiful as ever. What luck for me that
I haven't gone to the provineest• Mr.
IHarcourt's taken a London theatre.
The Dtomus, you know, and 'My
Lady's Pride' is going strong. Now,
do try to eat some breakfast, there's
a dear, good girl! And don't sigh so!
'You're safe and with a friend—if you
don't inind having me for one."
Nina tried to exprebs her grata.
tude, but Polly waved it aside with
the hand in which she held her
needle; she was halid at work trim-
ming a hat.
,,e
k like Viet, DZie
tel
Dont you
Wood; and you wouldn't if'youknew
how proud x was to have you here.
Why, too, didn't you see that I'd
taken a fancy to you on board the
ship? I've thought of you ever so
many times since, and wondered
what had become of you and wheth-
er we should ever meet again. Bother
this feather; it won't go right! And
now you're actually sitting there --
and going to sit there, leastways
stop here With rice for a long time
for always, If 'you like. Ilia, for
bless mc, I know that's nonsense.
You'll bo off to your friends directly
and forget all about Polly Bainford
—no, I don't mean that! You're not
the sort to forget•."
"No, I shall not forget you and
your great kindness, Polly,"said
Nina. 'Won't you call Inc Decline,
please?"
folly jumped up to the infinite per-
il of the hat, and kissed her.
"Of course I will! I'vo boon dying
to do so, but T thought you Wouldn't
like it. You sec you're a swell, a
!tidy, tend I'm only a floor girl.
Nina sighed woefully.
f"poor e .Y or
You cannot be so a ,
so friendless," she said. "1 haven't a
penny in the world, or a friend'
Polly lumped . up again, and taking
an old tobacco jar from the motto'.
shelf emptied its 'contents on the
table.
"You've half of that, anyhow,"
sho said, emphatically, and you've
got one friend, at any rate. Tire e,
don't Cry" --for Nina d eyes had Ail-
ed With tears. 'Interdcs nothing to
cry about in being poor. If I
haven't beet% quite without a penny,
I've been pretty near it. Something
always turns up .fast when things are
at their -worst. There's .a kind of
luck, chance, fat it. It's always just
when you think you're going Under
that it friendly wsavo carries you en
soon after lunch. het, though the hat she wanted. The Ball -boy euitimoned
was finished, folly refneed tp take it ' her in the midst of her elaborate de,
with her to the theatre that even* Aci'fption,
ing.
"Not mtechl" she said, knowingly.
"14'Itatt (live the show away! 11 o,
not Friend so fell up with work that
she couldn't think of even looking at
the hat to -day, Oh, no. If you want
to get on in any !mittens, your
mustn't matte yoti'r$elf too •cheap;
you mustgive yourself errs and
Iu
t
no ire's. Why. don't you know that
real swells, 1itdiee and duchesses,
have gone rete the millinery busi-
ness? Some of cut rl,+n afternoon tee
shops. Last would suit me better;
more cluinge stud .society,' don't you
know, Ilut perhaps yon wouldn't like
that so well?" ,
"No, 1 think not," assented Nina,.
"tio 1 thought. I' know your sort.
You're the 'humble violet shrinking in.
the shade.' Tbei'e *in:t many .Of 'ens
about- nowedays," added the' shrewd
Dolly, "tnore's the pity!"
She brought home another order—
a toque tills trete—and Nina worked
at it—forsante reason, inexplicable
to the male mind, a toque is a more
eiultorat(t performance t t hen a hat—
all the next day, Polly approved of
it, but looked at Deanna with stern
scrutiny
"You're+
working yourself to death.
And ''you're thinking all the. tine.
Nina , colored quickly. "Look herethe,
you want a change. Coote to
theatre to -night. 1'i.i pass you in,"
Nita shrank from the ober for
awhile, but featly gave in. Polly
got her a seat in the upper circle ea
back seat with a pillar to dodge—
and went off behind..
Nitta felt strange at first. She had
never been to a theatre alone before,
and the troublous time's she lead
passed through made him nervous
and self-conscious. But presently she
grew calmer,
Mr. Harcourt was a liberal man-
ager and had "presented" a ,first
piece to his 'audience. ' "Presented"
is not altogether inappropriate;'for
certainly the one -act "comedy" was
not worth paying for. It was sup-
posed to lie ei"ntimental. with a
touch of . comic humor and pathos.
+Unfortunately the comic and the
Pathetic changed places now aid
again, and the sentiment either ir-
ritated Nina or made her want to
laugh. The rest of the audience star-
ed at it with an Arctic indifference Or
g;liyecd it tinder their )t'eath; rind
when the curtain fell upon the 'for-
ced :situations, the forced dialogue,
and the wooden acting --for not the
best, actor or actressalive could talk
the staff stet, down for -them and -s
lamely, while I'm. away? And , yon
won't fret? Promise!"
"I sha'n't feel so lonely if you will
leave me something to do," said Nie
na. "Isn't there another hat, for In-
stance, or a blouse or a` dress that
wants mending?"
Polly dragged, a blouse from it box
under the bed and slipped it on.
"That was made for me, if you
please!": ahe.'cried with infinite scorn.
"Observe the fit! You can't tell the
back from the front, can you? And
I paid twenty -two -and -six for it; I
did, indeed!"
"It wants taking is here,"" said Ni-
na.
"It wants burning!" retorted Pol-
ly, indignantly. "You don't mean to
say you can alter it?"
"I can try. Let me, while you are
away, Polly."
She set to work at it immediately
Polly had gone, and in her pleasure
and satisfaction in doing even a lit-
tle for the girl who had. not only
befriended her but bestowed her at
section upon her, she found some re-
lief of mind and spirit. She tried to
think only of the present and her
terribly vague future, but every now
and 'then, in the quietude of the
room, the picture of the past rose
before her, and ono man's figure
stood out prominently in it.
Polly was away about three hours,
and when she returned she carried a
hat -box in her hand. He face was
flushed, her eyes were sparkling.
"Not done the 'blouse, really?" she
cried. •
"Oh, yes, some time ago, Slip off
your jacket and let Inc try it oh. Xe
that better? Oh, I hope so•!"
"It fitslike a miracle!" said Polly,
solemnly. "1 tell you what it is,
lhteima, you are a born genius! And
look here! What do you think I've
, "„
got bele?
She whipped out a hatand some
materials,
"See that!" I told you I should
knock 'em! Why, the girls were like
a hock of.bees round me the moment
I stepped on the stage. 011, what it
pretty hat, .Polly! Where did you get
it?' and that sort of thing. They,
were positively green with envy.
'Then X worked the idea that struck
me just before I went out, and I told
'cm I'd get as pretty a one for 'ern
for twelve -and -six. They wouldn't be-
lieve at first; but Jessie Green said
she'd trtist me and fished out the
money there and then. 1 told 'cut toy
terms were emit, you know. So I
bought the things as I carne home,*
the same shop; it's a cheap but sty-
lish one—and here you are. Hat and
materials cost eight -and -eine; profit,
three -and -three, But perhaps you
donfully't. think it's enough-eP doubt -
Nina actually laughed up at her.
"Give it to heel" she said. "Why,
it will tette no time. And how pret-
ty it is! 011, I do hope I shall "trim
it to please heel
Polly snorted. "'frust you for
thatl Jessic's bound to like it; and
see here, Decline, it she docs, the oth-
er girls will want to have their hate
trimmed, for she's, ono of the best -
dressed of our lot.. I told her I'd got
a swell Milliner wh& d do the things '
for no on the cheap. •
"What a clever girl you are—not-
withsteedfng the ilb," saki Nina,
laughifig again. I think, this ribbon
ought to go like this."until ou'vb
"It won't go arty way t y
had Some Iunch," said Petty,. taking
the hai from her. "Oh, I know your
sort at sight; You're one of Ocoeegirls tvho d work thefesrivee to death
.if they Weren't tftoltlned at it, Vou'vg
done a hat and it blouse today, wind
that's- 0h, don't Color Up and look
at, me like that; X'nr not goings tb
"Dort', go yet; Wait till I carne off
Again, Miro Wood," she
"'P'r'ape you'd like to go to the
wings and ,wee the plAy. i'Il put it
right with the stage -manager.'
She got the pernriesion and slide ;
went up and stood out of sight. '
She'd seen, the play once top oitenl
anti insteed of .listening to the vapid;
dialogue she let her mind wander. It
wandered in so strange a direction
that she roused herself with .a, start.
"Well, silly thing, isn't it?" said ,
ldiso Tracey with a .moue of disgust.
"I wonder they stand it. But it's i
wonderful What the Great B. P. will
stand, About the het, Miss Wood,"
etc.
Nina could not sleep that night.'
The idea that had come to her as.
she stood et the wings haunted her;
end the next evening ehe almost me-
chanically got a pen and some paper
and began to write, She wan so
absorbed in her task that she lost
count of the hours, and had only
sjust timeto snatcho Iran
i't upth
heets site had coveredand 'lanai*
them into a drawer as folly came
in.
The next night she took them Ant
and fell to work again, read what
she had written, and was going to.
tear 1t up; but something held her
hand, and with aSr
grimace she
Put
them away in the drawer again,
Shehd ice following a. a headache h the fo low n
evening, and Polly• insisted upon he
in i breakfast.,
star. g, n bed. to
"You'll take .e holiday to -day,
Miss Wood," the said, sternly. "In
fact, ifyou're not better when I
cons home, I sha'n't let you touch
a hatfor a fortnight. You're look-
ing almost as pile as. when I fou—
when you carne to 'cheer my solitary
lot.' You'll just sit up with a shawl
over you like the regulation invalid..
Wonder why we always put on a
shawl when we're queer? A man
doesn't put on a groat coat."
She went to the drawer for the
shawl and found the sheete of paper.
On the front page was written;'
"Betrothed: A Play, in One Act."
Now, a play has no sacredness for
an actress, and Polly, after she had
put the shawl round Dina, went back
tb the sitting -room they now shared
and read "Betrothed" without a
scruple.
Whore she had 'finished it she jumped
up, slipped on her hat and jacket
and stole stealthily down stairs to
main flesh and blood—the people
yawned and the„ male part promptly
went to the bars 'for the refreshment
they sorely needed, But it was very
different when the band struck up the
Overture to the musical farce. The
thing was well done, and Nina en-
joyed it. She recognized Polly
amongst the chorus, and once or
twice caught a scarcely perceptible
nod from her ie the. direction of the
upper circle,
"Well, what did you,' think of it?"
aeked Polly when they got home.
"All• alive, isn't. it, and it. goes; with
• bang, ch?" -
Nina expressed her admiration for
the big piece, but was . siient about
the 'first; and folly, nodded, as if
• Nina had criticized it. '
"Yes, the first piece, 'For a Sis-
ter's Sake,' is feeble, isn't it?"
• "Yes," said Nina with deference.
"The idea is a very pretty and ef-
fective one, but they talk—"
"Like people in a book, one of the
old frumpish books, I know." '
"And they're never surprised at
the moat extraordinary, coincidences,"
corntintted Nina, warning to her sub-
ject. "Nothing astonishes them.
When the matt comes back from AM -
erica with a million, of money no-
body asks hint how he made it in
four months; when the heroine gives
up her •sister to the hero they all
take it as a matter of course, as it
it didn't matter—"
"And it doesn't—to the audience,"
said Polly.
• And the little girl—"
"" 'Shan I bo a hanged when I die,
mother?' " quoted Polly. "Yes; if
arty sensible nnother had a child like
that she'd put its head in a bucket,"
• "How is it that Mr. Harcourt, who
must be a clever man, puts on such
• silly first
piece?" asked
Nina.
Polly shrugged her shoulders. "'Oh,
they don't think of. anything but
'My Lady Peale.' Anything's good
enough to play tine people in. It's
"only the pit and gallery and a
sprinkle in the upper thele."
"Poen people, What ,leave %they
done that they should be bored to
death?" said Nina
the girl typewriter who lodged on the
first floor back.
"How soon can you copy that?"
she asked.
"Thio , day week." .aid the girl,
wearily,
Polly laughed. "Got it done in
three hours—oh, I know how long it
will take; lodged with a typewriter
once—and I'll give you ancomet two
shillings."
"Make it half-a-crown," said the
girt, wistfully; and roily made it
half-a-crown,
. Nina got up in the evening—she felt
strangely exhausted all day—and
going to the drawer took out the
MSS, and burnt it carefully and
slowly sheet by sheet. Then she sigh-
ed heavily, and shaking herself, as
one shakes off an illusion and a
weakness, got a book and read; but
every now and then she Iookcd at
the ere which hod consented her
"Betrothed," and checked a Sigh '
Iarger even than the first.
Polly carried the typewritten copy
to the theatre. But she did not lly
to the manager and exclaim that
she had a ntasterpicci in her posses-
sion; she was, too clever for such
folly. She knew too well that els.
Harcourt would recoil as if the
word "play" were synonynwtts with
"snake.,"
It is true that managers live by
plays. but—ah, well, it is ,easier for
a millionaire to dispose of his mil-
lions than for a new author to per-
strode a manager to look at the -first
(Mort, •
:She went to Al iss Tracey—to talk
about the hat --sad dropped the play'
just by the door, where Miss Tracey
found it, glanced at it with surprise,
pitched it behind the looking -glass,
and promptly forgot it. Iles maid,
hunting for some grease paint, found
it and laid it on the top of the pin-
cushion. Miss Tracey picked it up re-
sentfully and attacked the manager
with it when he came into the room
a little later.
"I Wish you wouldn't leave your
silly plays about, Mr. Harcourt,"
she said, pettishly.
"No play of mine," he said witli
listless indignation.
"Then where did it come from?"
"Don't know, don't Want to know.
Want to speak to you about this
Mat thing. have to coupe oft People
Won't stand it."
"I'm not surprised. It's worse
than bad. What will you put in its
place?"
Mr. itarcourt mentioned an "old
favorite."
Miss 'Tracey shrieked "Not for ate,
thanks!"
" 'Pon my scut, there's no pleasing
you!" he grumbled as he left the
"Oh, web," responded Trolly, "per-
haps it makes 'em all the keener' to
see the big piece. Seth :But ail the
same I'm sorry for the people who
Alger in it.' Miss Tracey, for In-
stance—Who plays the idiotic sis-
ter -•-can act awfully well it she has
a part to suit her."
The toque was as great a success
as the preceding "confections" Nina
had turned out, and nearly every
day Polly brought home a fresh ord-
er, She put the price up, of course,
and the joint earnings of the two
girls enabled them not only to live
bettor, but to go for little Outings
in the day time; no thate'
Nins fare
bogad to to its sharpness and
so nethiaig of the old light began to
creep back to her eyes. Polly made
her promise not to work at the ,nile
ner
li' at night, and Ninapassed the
time while Polly was at the theatre
in reading—and dreaming of the
past. One night Polly asked her to
go to the theatre to see Miss Tra-
cey, Wet/Wanted a new hat, incl in -
listed upon giving the instructions
hereelf. "We Can't have her here;
they'd all want to carate." Nina
Militated, bat at last consented.
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what_ aw'e-inspiring to the novice,
and Nine made xt nervous grab itt
Pony's hand as they passed amongst
the forest of wings and "buck
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Miss Tracke 'Whipped hers behind
her back.
"Who wrote it? It's --its' /not
bad," she said. No actor will admit
that a play is good unless he has
the leading part actually in his pos-
session, No manager will admit, un-
der any circumstances, that a play
is good. It would hurt him too
Much.
The belief that no woman can write
a successful play still exists, not-
withstanding some notable instances
to the contrary; and Polly, who was
quite aware of the prejudice, which
is as hard to kill as an annuitant,
said, with the same innocent expres-
leen:
"Oh, it's my friend Miss Wood's
brother. He's an invalid—a cripple.
His name's Ilerbert. He lent it me
to react, but I haven't had time. Oh,
Polly, :Polly! He'd be inad 11 I
hadn't found it!"
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last atui pretending to he aware of
'her presence. "Olt, ah, yes; the play.
011, well, usual tams, Ilea better
come and see me."
"Ile can't, poor fellow; ho's a
cripple. But I'll tell him what you
say and get him to sign the agrec-
piny.
"It's not at all bad," she said,
guardedly, ""and there's a part in it
that I rather fancy. I'll spec
Dir. Harcourt about it, if you lileo.•,
Polly went home in a 'state of
suppressed excitement, which
concealed beneath a show of extreme
weariness.
"Don't you ever have anythi
do with the theatre, Decima,
adjured. It 5 a poor genie a
best, and at the worst—"
shrugged her shoulders. •
"1'ut not at all likely to," said
Nina with a smile and a sigh, which,
quiet as It was,' Polly heard.
Mfr.
Harcourt seat for her tw
afterward. 011, the suspense of [hose
two days! 11 the "Betrothed" lean
' been Polly's own betrothed she couldnot have suffered more keenly.
"Oh, Miss ilainford,"" he said with
listlessness, "Miss Tracey
showed the that little play. It"s not
good, of course, but we might
it into shape. Miss Tracey sad
principal part will suit her.inclined to try it. Of course, Yours
friend, Mr •—Mt:.--"
"Wood," suggested Polly.
"Ale, yes, Wood, wouldn't
anything for it?"
"Oh, but he would!" said Polly.
"He's not poor—not *hat you
poor, His father left him a
pendeht income--"
1T
Mr. arcourt took up a bu
letters and kept his eye on them in
an absorption so long and profound
that any one less sophisticate
Pole' would have been convince
he had forgotten the play' an
13ut Polly waited in bland security.
She knew she had her fish c
hook; the thing was to land leitis.
room.
Miss 'Tracey threw the play aside,
then picked it up, saw that it was
typewritten and began to read it. in
less than five minutes her ettitilde
changed from peevish disquietude to
One of absorbed attention, and pre-
sently she sprang to her feet and
called impatiently to her maid.
"Jenny, this play -'who brought it
here—who's' been in my room? Yes-
terday it was. Now, keep your eyes
in your head, though so far as their
usefulness goes you aright th'op them.
(Mick!"
Jenny assured her that no one host
been in the room --excepting Mies.
lliinford.
"Then fetch Miss llainford."
,fenny had not far to 'gb: folly
was hovering in the corridor.
"Olt, Dliss Tracey, I left it here
then!" tem exclaimed'. "I'm ea glad
T found itl 1 thought I must have
dropped it in the ntreot. (1h, thank
you!" She held out her band, With
aft. inb0&gilt 'txprf8i0n.
PERT PARAGRAPH.
Some men never reach the top be-
cause the elevator isn't running.
Philosopher and poet are alike in the
verdict that the safety and perpetuity
of any nation lies int the homes of int
people.
Advice to those who live in towns
Where gossip never ceases;
Be careful how to pick your friends,
And don't pick them to pieces.
The real business of life is the mak-
ing of a happy home: When you come'
to sift the whole chaff of existence,
everything goes to the wind but the
happiness we have had at home.
In Windsor recently, a woman fell
dead while entering a bank People
should keep away from such places,
and leave their money with editors.
Nobody ever fell dead when paying the
printer.
The secretary of our Fair is a busy
man these days. The entries are rush-
ing in thick and fast. The success of
the show in point of exhibits is assured.
Make the attendance a success by at-
tending.
The news comes from Antwerp
through a French source that a manu-
facturer in that city has turned his at-
tention to the Punic method of rope
making. He asserts that human hair
possesses great durability; a strand cah
lift just three-quarters of a ton and an-
other advantage is that such a rope
does not stretch. The Amsterdam.
manufacturer's idea is to use his hair
rope for aeroplanes in place of wire
stays.
meet."
Dfr, Harcourt looked at her sharp -
"You weren't born yesterday?" he
said with a
smile.e.
"No, the day before, sir," said
Polly, demurely.
"1 should have said last week,
now," he retorted. "Here, Dir.
Thompson, fill in an ngrcenrent for
this thing, will you?"
Potty took a cab lime, held her
]rand to still the beating of her good
little heart, and entered the room
with a yawn which stretched her ea-
pressive mouth do cavernous propor-
tions.
"Been 'reeding all the time, dear?"
Nina put down her hook.
"No. I've got the temper. Is there
any news?" Por, •v, tress nit she
tt•fs, Polly could net quite conceal
her excitement.
"N --o. nothing. ()h, yes! They're
going to put on :t new curtain rais-
er."
Nina itent over the saucomafr she
had taker. off tic
C'•lto be confirmed.)
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pursuant to the Ontario Voters' List
Act, by his Honour the Judge of the
County of Huron, at Win ham, in the
Council Chamber, on Monday, the 2nd
day of October, 1911, at the hour of
noon, to hear and determine the several
complaints of errors and omissions in
p
the Voters List of the Municipality , of
Wingham for 1911. All persons having
business at the Court are required to
attend at the said time and plaee.
JOHN F. GROVES, Clerk.
Constituted Clerk of the Court.
Wingham, Sept, 150, 1911.
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