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•shrieked of shipwreck, mumbled of
witches dancing in a haggard dawn;
prayed for life while the block and the
headsman waited. The unsyllabled
,desolation of the exile's life, it had
haunted her for days.
Although working in the office 0f a
world known newspaper, she had never
-seen the wonders of the mechanism used
in its construction until one midnight
Donald took her down to the pressroom.
'There was a weighty but soundless Vi-
bration as she went down the stone
stairs, but when the iron door was
pushed back the noise was so tremen-
•dous it leaped out like a bar and struck
her. A gust of air accompanied it which
:seemed to suck her down the ladderlike
.stairway against her will until, dazzled
and bewildered, she stood on a little
bridge overlooking a plateau of stool
••that leaped and shivered in gigantic
.sockets. Bare . chested nneu like sweat-
ing pygmies stood between the big ma -
,chines, and above thorn, a monster of
many jaws, the roaring presses snapped
up the paper. On the first page there
was a portrait of a murderer, and this
was repeated all over the gaslit space.
•On every side the sinister visage with
eyes turned obliquely toward her came
ridieg into 'view, and the glittering
•clamps seized it, seemed to crush it fu-
xiously until, like the stone Sisyphus,
rolled, it appeared again, and the task
Was incessantly continued.
It was Donald who showed ber the
underground restaurauts where the
•newspaper"hacks" plunged iu the ear-
ly morning hours for coffee that was
like a fluid blessing. She went with
him to all sorts of queer and storied
nooks, Once they had tea in a place'
'known only to a few privileged scrib-
blers. This was in a sort of cul do sac,
* swinging lamp lighting the way up
the long alley. Separated from the noise
of the town and waited upon by a genial
French host and his wife, they had
seemed iu Paris, for the secretive niche
in the crowded street might have strayed
from one of Hugo's stories and settled,
out of countenance, in a commercial at-
mosphere.
Together they went to well known
studios where all was tarmony and
beauty—idols so nbrously contempla-
tive, mediaeval windows, woad carving
from India and rugs from Damascus.
She had watched the last touches put to
ga landscape,, had seen a sculptor make
lips of clay smile as if he had called life
there.
Donald bad taken her behind the
.scenes of a theater, and she bad watched
the progress of a play from the wings,
had gazed with critical eyes and a sense
•of illusions lost at the mechanism of
wbat had so often enchanted her—exits,
'entrances, cues and prompter's book.
,end they had read much together—
the exquisite prose of Huysmans and
Maliarme, Kipling's crushing phrases
painting the arid glitter of India,
'Tess," bare armed and fawn eyed, lov-
ing tragically in a setting of clover and
dawn mists; the fatalism of the "Ru-
baiyat" and the wholesome cynicism of
Thackeray.
They shared all together as comrades
•ancl confidants. The boy in Donald and
the piquant schoolgirl only masked in
the woman clasped hands and laughed.
CHAPTER IX.
One morning late in January Anne
,opened the sheets of The Citizen and
saw this item among the shipping news:
"Among tbo passengers on the Teu-
tonic, which arrived in port last night,
were Mrs. Lansius Ericsson and Miss
•Olga Ericsson. Tho latter is the latest
of our young countrywomen to return
to America with a London reputation
for beauty."
Five days later Anne stepped from the
'raw afternoon into Dr. Ericsson's house.
Her aunt had been in charge bate little
while, yet the old house under her reign
possessed what Anne felt it never could
:have had without her. A maid who
•was inoffensive of voice and light of
step took up hor card, an open fire in-
vited her, the aromatic odor of green
things growing in a winter room filled
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the air, -the light was toned to a Pali
yellow, ea if a suuset lid happened pre-
maturely. It was. evident Mrs. Ericsson
had a genius for selecting the salient
requisites of an inviting home.
"Anus Garrick," said a languid voice
bohiud her, "how d'you do?"
She turned to face the auut she but
faintly remembered, a smell, nervous
woman, pale haired, anxious eyed, so
restless she seethed like one half paus-
ing in a hurry before eoutiuuing the
pursuit of something.
She gave Anne her pale cheek to kiss
and exclaimed;
"How like your father. You're a
Garrick. You are not a Gerard."
The inflection was disapproving.
Anne felt guilty for not looking like
her mother. She commenced au apology
for not having called before, but with
amazing irrelevancy Mrs. Ericsson dart-
ed for the door.
"Olga is up stairs. Como up. We've
been waiting luuch for you for 15 min-
utes. It's all right, only with us every
moment is of such importance. All the
morning Olga bas been trying on hats."
She turned at the top of the stairs,
looking like a distracted sparrow.
"She won't have a hat without a
brim. Did you ever hear anything like
it? Felice came all the way from Madi-
son avcuue with ten bats, all close fit-
ting, and we begged her to try one. She
wouldn't, not if I went on my knees.
Olga can be so set. Try and talk hor
over to a toque. It's simply madness to
insist on a brim when nobody is wear-
ing one."
Again Anne felt like a culprit. The
felt andfeather creation on her
• t ea one head
had a brim. Useless to expect to find
favor in her aunt's eyes, since, looking
like her father, she came wearing a big
hat.
"Here's Anne Garrick pt last." And
Mrs. Ericsson entered a big bay win-
dowed room as inviting as' fluted swiss
curtains and pale 'green appointments
could make it.
A young woman was beside a win-
dow, a manicure set spread out on a
small table before hor, and she was ex-
amining a pink nail, much as a jeweler
dons the springs of a watch.
"Yon dear thing! How are you?" she
said, going to meet Aune, and they
kissed each other.
"Let mo look at you, Olga," said
.Anne, turning her to the light. "I've
heard you are beautiful. Mr. Tinkle,
our society editor, saw you At the opera
last night and has talked about you all
the morning."
Olga lifted her head lazily in a chal-
lenging way and with a purring laugh.
"Upon my word, fancy," she said
with an English accent as Anne looLad
at hor. "What do you think? Am I?"
"Yes, you are."
. Few women could have welcomed
criticisni in that green toned setting and
raw light. The two emphatic qualities
of Olga's beauty, etherealuess and deli-
cacy, did not suffer. She was extraordi-
narily white. The skin on supple throat
and quiet cheek was of almost silvery
pallor. Moonlight seemed bathing her
pale blond hair. Her greenish gray eyes
were dreamy, the pupils large; her up-
per lip very short, full and coral pink.
"A moonlight maid," the artists in
Paris had called her. There was not a
heavy note in hor coloring. The blond
brilliancy of some Swedish ancestor
lived again in her, some "flower of
northern snows," and with it the deli-
cate American features of her mother.
She was of average height, and though
slight her body had a delicate robust-
ness. She wore a white flannel robe
loosely belted, and her hair hung in a
plait to her waist •
"You don't mind my going to the ta-
ble this way? I am lazy, but we are en
famine," she said, strolling into the
hall. "Mamma bates me to do it, but I
simply cannot dress for lunch. I'm as
stiff as a German cavalrymau all the
afternoon and night. I mast have a lit-
tle freedom."
In the dining room they found Dr.
Ericsson. He drew Anne to him and
gave her a bearlike hug.
' "Is this your debut as a family man?"
oho asked.
"No, my second appearanoe. I'm get-
ting used to the limelight I met David
Temple coming up town last, night and
prevailed on him to dine with us."
"What a charming man he is," ex-
. iatmdd Mrs. Ericsson, and from the
oommeucement of the meal, with short
intervals of rest, Anne was put through
a oateohism by her aunt about David
Temple. Her tongue played between
her lips restlessly, while David's posi-
tion, money, character and possible at-
(aohments were inquired after minutely
and with an appraiser's air. When the
cross examination was finished, Anne
had a feeling that David had been tick-
eted and put away with other ticketed
matrimonial posrlbilfties.
The pauses in this research were filled
In by a recital of Olga's past and com-
ing triumphs, what she most and must
Sot do, who was worth her knowing
and who was not.
Anne was glad to got back to the
green and white room, the door closed,
and only Olga there, looking at her
with amused eyes.
"Look here, Anne, isn't rhe harrow-
ing? Ho you wonder how I stand it??
Thera (tight to be a kW for the suppress
aim d uncaegefial relations. MAMMA
is really impossible."
She !lung herself into a rocker and
to* one foot into the stab;sea of ltsr.
Shirt waists and dainty
linen are made delightfully
clean ,and fresh with Sun-
light Soap. 6a
1 .ideal, that It seemed profane tQ have il1Q huge grimsou turban al;n•+e was
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lite, that nature knew what she was ifeualius over .some ono, Ittisas Olga.
about where she fasbroued neo 1tiee an weep tea +eioswd parted, David s;&w her
angel, eto. One day ba walked into plainly.
Xorley's, whore was having my pier, l be vas on u low seat beside a pf.rk
trait donor mud found one with yrs, keep, her mother, now chatting at a
Suttee Vane, a little monkey of .a wotxt-
ate with a fast manner, and whom he
particularly detested. SVe had a bet on
as to which could blow the roundest
' rinse of smoke, I, his Madonna, his an-
gdl, hie snow ;lower, won, while he, un-
seen by toe, watched. Sudden business
called him away next day, business so
absorbing he never canto back. Mamma
has sat upnights with be finger to her
forehead wondering why. I µaa all blank
amazement when the subject is broach-
ed. And here endetle the romance of men who watched her cause to the same
decision ---she was beautiful, loving
gland. Suddenly she burst out laughing.
"Ansae Garrick, you've a very express-
ive face. You don't envy toe, although
I'm a beauty and tbo only daughter of
an adoring mother."
She took a thin cigarette from a sil-
ver box on the table.
"Have one? You don't smoke? You
don't know what a comfort it is."
"But doesn't your mother object?"
asked Anno, makeng herself comfortable
among a heap of cushions.
"Of course. What doesn't she object
to? She doesu't want me to eat potatoes
lest they make me fat nor to take cold
baths, because they make me blue. She
rubs my nose bard every night, because
one little pink vein—see it—shows.
She almost cries when I do my hair
high and takes to her bed if I insist on
more than one oup of coffee. I am.uot
allowed to spend a penny as I please
nor to have an original idea about a
gown or hat. In fact, I'm my mother's
stook in hand, which she is always pol-
Shc took a thin cigarette from a salver box
on the table.
ishing, preserving, eying. It's very try-
ing. Shall I tell you how I manage to
endure this continual censorship mixed
with servile worship—for mamma does
adore me? A pioneer never regarded a
finished cabin, every stick of which had
been laid by his own hands, with more
satisfaction than she does me. She does
not seem to give papa any share in my
being at all."
k'I think I know what your tactics
are," said .Anne, scrutinizing her good
hnmoredly. "You're very soft and
white. You seem to move iu au atmos-
phere of amiability, but I have not for-
gotten your early propensity for sticking
pine nor the educated way your little
nails could scratch. You could scratch
still, Olga, if that were necessary, but
you have found a surer way of gaining
your way."
"You've hit it. What's the use of
continual dispute? Why worry this one
little life out of yourself? You want
your own way—take it. Be attentive to
all the rules laid down for your con-
duct, then ignore them and smile.
When you're found out and reproaches
are showered on you, think of some-
thing else or go to sleep."
She lit another cigarette with a ru-
minative expression and clasped her
hands behind her head. The look in her
eyes was like that of a mild baby trying
to diagnose a sunbeam.
"Really, you know, if mamma would
only rest hor tired little body qnd head
and leave me to myself she'd be very
wise. She has nothing to fear from me.
I know what's expected of me. We're
poor; worse, we're hi debt. She lives
in perpetual dread of my marrying a
poor man. Could anything be more ab-
surd? Nothing in the world will ever
be as dear to me as my personal com-
fort. For a girl to go into business life
as you have done, making her own
way, working, struggling, is beyond my
understanding. Some one must always
support me, Anne, and support me
'well."
"I wonder you came back to Ameiioa
without a title or at least a fortune."
"I could have married money several
times, and a lot of it," said Olga,. "but
unfortunately I distinctly disliked the
men. It wouldn't do to marry a man
ld t for the life ofou bo anvil
ou COUno. Would it?" y
"Oh, I don't know! Aren't you over-
sensitive;"
The laughter in Anne's tone did not
disturb Olga. She pursed out her lips
and nodded.
"I almost caught a title too. This is
the way I missed it. For one thing,
mamma's eagerness frightened him.
I'm sure he could see her shake as soon
as ho appeared. I'm sure he saw her
nudge lie. But that wouldn't have seri-
ously mattered if he hadn't found me
out."
Her lips curled in a one sided smile.
_ "I can laugh now, but really it was
provoking at the lime. Val--Adeer thing
he was—hated the least touch of naoon-
ventionality in a woruan,and smoking he
considered only a little better than
swearing. By the way,I'm telling you the
troth about myself, Anne. It's such a re-
lief to tell it. I never do except to rala-
tives. With mo it's impossible net to
pose; they expect ionabob. Weil, my dear,
I posed for Val for Sit long, Weary
menthe. I played the little lamb, always
with a bit of needlework, practicing the
Itfadonna gaze, taking only one glass of
champagne et dinners and declining
otgarettea with a shy, roproaohtul
Iptie. lie tell to tell Jae I lf40 his
littlo distance, having early seen the
advantage of the rosy light. Vise was in
velvet and fuse, her li}s under a deli-
cate veil' lazily smiling. A hat with a
brim, and a big oue,. shadowed her eyes
and gave them deeper mystery. Her
posit was regal, geutlo. "file upwetel
glances given to the rajah were lazy,
provoking. Ilex delicate lips were hu-
mid with a childish. seneeousuess.
No wonder David and a dozen ether
Lord Valentine Dunwearthy. It went gentle, true. She seemed the sort of
up in smoke." . wouma meu so frequently choose as a
"You weren't a bit in love with
him?"
"In love? No. I never loved anything
but tbis.t Listen!"
S"Le went to the mirror and looked
wife and never us a emer.gde; a help
less, fascinateng, fastidious oreature
whose eyes express the words: "Tall
me, dear, just what to do, You kuow
foto it steadily for a moment, then so much better than I;" not a WORM!'
turned to Anne, her whole expression of original opinions on anything inc
changed. The laziness of glance van- der hits sun; asconventionalvisaror
isbed, She flung up her head and thought as in the way she wore l or
laughed joyously. To Anne's amaze the hair; not tailor made independent swere
ni or
athletic; ono whose gowns were always
lines from "The Merchant of Venice" marvels to men's eyes, fragrant mys-
where Portia decides to masquerade as
a man left her lips, at first tenderly,
with half bidden laughter, as a school-
girl confides a secret, then with neeur-
slice, a pretty swagger, delighted an-
ticipation.
Anne listened in wonder. The room
seemed to fade, the clatter from the
street became unreal, and it was not
Olga who stood before her. It was Por-
tia glittering in queenliuess and coquet-
ry, the perfume of an Italian garden
coming in with the suuset, a minstrel
lounging near her, swords distantly
clanking as waiting gallants moved.
Her voice hail power and sweetness.
Her awakened face sparkled changeful-
ly. She seemed possessed of a soul with
wings struggling to be free.
When the last word was spoken, she
sank down by Anne's side and seized
her hand.
" You liked it. I see you did."
"Oh, where have you had the
chance"--
"Didu't you know they went wild in
London society over my Constance in
'The Love Chase?' I played it at a
dozen houses for various charities. Oh,
the stage! That would make poverty
endurable. The life calls me, Anne. I
know its disadvantages, no one better,
but it's a rare lot when you feel your
fitness for it. I'll never do more than
dabble with it for amusement, but if I
could -- if I'd been free to do as I
pleased, the world would have heard of
me. Here's mamma," she broke off, the
light leaving her face. "She's coming
with hot milk to givesme a face bath.
By the way, she loathes noting, even
my amateur work, but I've already
made arrangements with Mrs. Oswald
Morse to do Kate Hardcastle at Tuxedo
for the Working Girls' library fund.
She'd have palpitation of the heart if
she knew it. I'll tell her the day be-
fore."
Anne left her in her mother's hands
over a basin of steaming milk. The
meeting had left a unique and emphatic
impression ou Anne.
"A woman with a thistle down con-
science, a woman to pick the plums
from life with soft, businesslike fingers
and an indifferent air, 5 feet 5 of radiant
selfishness—that's my cousin Olga,"
she thought as she went down the
street, "but I like her."
CHAPTER X.
Olga appeared as Kate Hardoastlo at
Tuxedo, and the towu, or that part of
it circling in carefully barred orbit,
talked of her. The papers seized on her
as something new and printed pictures
of her as a beauty, libelous things in
which she looked dropsical or murder-
ous or only harmlessly diad. Mrs. Er-
icsson kept the reporters well informed,
fumed over the newspaper abortions of
her darling, went with her everywhere,
to noon Leeakfasts, to dances ending at
dawn, and in asides took pills to stay
her heart.
Every one knew that Smedley Joyce,
who had met Olga iu London, had been
her sponsor in the best society. In his
sister's box at the opera she had made
her first appearance iu New York. He
had got invitations for her, given a
luucheon in her honor, and at his rooms
ou Fifth avenue, at a ten 'where a rajah
in a marvelous turban winked his bril-
liant eyes, David Temple saw her again.
There are some men ouo cannot disas-
sociate from the names upon their visit-
ing cards. Smedley Joyce was one of
these. Smedley, even to his intimates,
seemed au impertinence and Mr. Joyce
commonplace. He was his full carne,
from the' glittering apex of his bald
crown to the toe of his equally glitter-
ing boot.• If he could, he would have
been lighter, younger and with the
lungs of a football half back, but just
as he was people deferred to him. Hope.
lessly devoted to a single life, his cult,
however, was feminine beauty, and the
woman ho admired became tho fashion.
The personality of Smedley Joyce per-
vaded Now York. He was a permanent
fad; his vogue was unquestioned, like
the Thanksgiving turkey and the horse
show.
In the fragrance and dusk of his bean.
tiful rooms he seized David's hand in
greeting and gave it the fashionable up-
ward jerk.
"Ah, you did got up to see us, you
dreadfhlly busy man! You'd make at
t rget you if that were possible." And
David found himself passed on to make
room for the next Domer.
Ho declined tea fitom the matrons re-
ceiving and kept near the door. He had
come in only for a few moments to see
the rajah and talk with him. Ae he
stood there, his big ebonlders and keen
face showing clearly above those mar -
emending him, be looked across the
whispering, constantly changing crowd
tor the famous Hindoo.
Close by the big, yawning leaves of
palms
eareenini the zither players he
WV him:
Te,1.*n brown Walt, with
MMAIllim,l',IPIAI N,W;1-+4.111 ulotpl,m mI,1, w
tones of lace and ribbous; a woman to
love ease and oushions and never re-
member an addrese, to coo to a baby,
crave needlework at;d dabble in charity,
altogether a seductive contrast to the
restless spirit of a man's business life.
Her physical radiance came upon
David for the second tine with the
power of a summons. He had frequent-
ly thought of her since the previous
meeting. No one who ouce saw Olga
ever quite forgot her. Side by side with
the fancy of what Elaine night have
been her lovely face, rare in type, took
its place.
He made his way to her and she gave
him her hand, sinking bank in a lazy
attitude. The rajah was forgotten by
him, and they talked of many things, of
trifles mostly, but Olga had a way of
making light talk entrancing. Her
speech was pretty and her laziness
wrapped a listener with a sense of mag-
netic quiet.
Growing morn serious, she questioned
David about The Citizen, of Anne's po-
sition in the office and spoke in an at-
tractively feminine way of the mystery
attending the making of it newspaper.
"How can Anne do it?" she said,
smoothing her muff, hoe trustful eyes
lifted to his. "Oh, I suppose I'm stu-
pid, helpless, but 1 shouldn't like such
a life of tension and rush ; always
among the wheels—that's how it seems
to me. I'm afraid I'd be like a silly
butterfly caught in a machine."
"Anne's desires are different from
yours," said David, and the perfume of
the violets under her chin lightened his
heart as if the shade of spring had pass-
ed him. Ho Looked at her almost ten-
derly. "Yours are better."
"Think sa?"
"Better for a woman," he said soft-
ly. "I think so, but perhaps I'Tn intol-
erant, perhaps I'm old fashioned. I ad-
mire Anne, and I like her more than I
can say. I like many women who hold
her ambitious views, but they seem to
me to gain brilliancy and self reliance
at the sacrifice of a quality that is beau-
tiful and indefinable, like a mist or a
perfume."
"And you don't despise a woman
who likes needlework?" asked Olga, as if
confessing to one of her pet diversions,
"who doesn't belong to a woman's
club, who cries over a novel and maybe
not one of the best?"
"God forbid!" said David vehement-
ly. "Soon she'll be found only among
obsolete classifications. I, for one, in-
tend to extol her before she quite disap-
pears."
"Dear me !" she said, with low laugh-
ter. "I almost feel the pin through me
nem. cz I repose itt a giere c e sones
(To be continued.)
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To take advantage of the above prices,orclers must be in by the fifth of
each month for immediate delivery or they will take the next month's prices.
Farmers wishing to load and draw their ower Coal will have 25c perton rebate.
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NOW FOR THE WOOD.
No. l—Best Body Hardwood, par Cord $3 00
No. 2—Hardwood, from Smaller Timber per Cord ...... 2.75
No. 3—Hardwood, and Ash. mixed, per Cord....... 2 51>
No. 4—Ash and Elm, mixed, per Cord . ... 2.25
No. 5—Slabs and soft Tituber, per Cord. 2.00
Rough wood, chunks, etc.. for furnaces and box stoves2.00
(Nos. 1 and 2 cut from green timber.)
Our terms for Coal and Wood are strictly cash.
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BALANCE, OF 19
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For the balance of this year we are prepared to
give the following low clubbing rates to new subscribers :-
Times to January 1st, 1905
Times and. Fancily Herald and Weekly Star
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Times and Weekly Globe to Jan. 1st, 1905,
Times and Weekly Sun to fan" 1st, 1905,
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THE TIM;S,
Wingham, , - Ontario