The Wingham Times, 1905-02-02, Page 7The Girl of the
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fairly creditable performance by the in v[oIatfon Of the statute In Suers cases
fitness of the theme. When I had fin- made and provided, by jingo!"
'fished, there come a faint sound across I My captive aid rebelled,
the water like the clapping of hands, ' "Scovel," said I, "when a fellow can
Then the 'fire was scattered suddenly, talk that wet, to another fellow wile
almost as if there had been an explo- 'weighs near a hundred pounds more
'ion in the midst of it, and I saw for a than he does be is nil right. Will you
moment a dark figure, whether of man have a fresh cigar?"
or woman I could not tell, het it We sculled the two boats together
tseemee not to be hers, Darkness and and shared tobacco and matches, after
silence followed. The moon that had which ceremony we slowly pulled back
shone in the earlier part of the evening to the landing.
was now obscured by a heavy cloud, During the remainder of the evening
though most of the sky was clear. I thought hard upon the problem pre -
I was at a Loss to explain the cessa- seated by the musical miracle which
lion of the music and the sudden ex- has been described. Where did the girl
i nguishing of the fire. It could not get the song? Admitting that I had
The due to any transgression of mine. sung it to my father in New York,
1 would have wished to prolong the there was stili no explanation. Though
scene until midnight, for all those in- he sings well, he is not one who
11uences that arise no man know+ "catches n tune" readily, and he could
;whence and Fork upon hitherto un- no more have carried such an ex-
iknown possibilities of the soul were tremely difficult air in his head than
•strong with me. I would not now he could have carried the Witherspoon
how to give the feeling a name, A. lake to Chicago in his hat. It could not
man cannot love is voice nor give his be he who had sung it to Sibyl. This
heart to a woman who is to him only a Is upon the supposition that Sibyl was
•. gown seen at a distance and a gesture the girl, but I could not see that n
•of the hand. Indeed, In my case there contrary supposition made the puzzle
was no certainty that the voice, the any easier. 1 eventually went to sleep
gown and the hand belonged to the thinking about it, and in the course of
Game woman, She who sang upon the nature I awoke to think of it some
rocks in the evenings might not be she
who sketched in the shadow of the big more.
The Witherspoon house next morning
Iumbrelta by day. Perhaps it makes seemed to be deserted by everybody ex-
am difference what I felt, nor for ("pt the blue eyed girl, plus was eat -
:whom. The point is t..at i felt it. My ing breakfast. IIer father and mother
eyes were Axed upon the faint glow of (or whoever they may have been) were
the embers in the vain hope that the not in evidence. Somehow I fell into
goddess of the place might rekindle conversation with her, the only time 1
the flame upon the sacred tripod. ever knew such a thing to happen
A. little whispering breeze, cold as a within the borders of the estate. 1
dead hand, touched my face, It came think we talked of the quality of the
from the shore, and immediately the strawberries, or of books perhaps. I
boat's bow began to swing outward. I really can't remember anything about
took up the oar to keep her head up, it, except wondering how I could be so
but before I could dip it I was looking stupid in the presence of such a pretty
. straight out into the iake. And then girl. Presently she very properly pun -
the moon touched the edge of a cloud, fished me by withdrawing the light of
and I perceived a gray shadow which her countenance, and I was left to
I kuew to be a boat. Beyond a doubt stare at a biscuit and ask it how the
the girl had seen it and had resented girl had come to know that song.
:.sh intrusion. Afterward I wandered up to the
She was the queen of thst !and, and north tree and was surprised to find
I was her navy. The fellow in the Miss .Tones there alone. It appeared
other boat was worse than an enemy— that Trask had gone back to the house
be was a pirate. T put my paddle into for some sort of sketching materials.
the water with great force. The pirate 'I made myself comfortable upon the
bent to his oars with baste. but before ground and endeavored to open a eon -
he could swing around and gather versation, but it was even harder than
headway I was almost alongside. The usual for me to talk with her that
. moon brightened, and I recognized morning.
. Scovel. There must be a certain kind of hon.
"What!" he cried, ceasing to row. "Is esty concealed in me somewhere, be-
cause I find ft unpleasant to talk with a
it you? I thought it was Derringer."
"My friend," said I, "this isn't a mat-
ter to think about at all. Far less is it,
a matter to talk about."
The pirate promptly surrendered.
"Upon delicate matters," said he, "I
have long had a habit of conversing
.exclusively with myself. And in the
,present instance I won't even do that
:If you don't wish me to. But I had no
idea— You've seen her, then?"
"No more than you have," I replied.
'"And let me repeat"—
"Now, see here," he said, with ludi-
crous earnestness, "you were nearer the
shore than I was. And you were mak-
: ing a blasted noise, while I was quiet
:as the night over our heads. If there
iwas any intrusion"—
"Why did the fire go out?" I inter-
rnpted,
He put the handle of an oar under his
knee and rubbed his head with the
: freed hand.
"Wasn't that curious?" he said. "I
.was just getting near enough to see it
clearly, when, puff, the whole thing
Went up into the air! Terry, there's
magic about this whole business. Now,
why," he continued, pointing a. forensic
finger at me, "why are you here? Why
-:a.m I here? What subtle influence radi-
ates from an unknown, unseen"—
"Stick to the point," said I. "Why
are you here? As for my own case, it
is plain and' entirely conventional, I
was trying to entertain the lady with
,song in a manner as old as the world."
"And I was here," he rejoined, "to
find out what presumpt9ous, roaring
rascal zeas destroying the lady's peace,
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`"simmy," said i, "where didefell flet chosen, for my state of titled was one
that tune?" from whfeh no impulse to action could
""Tuner he echoed. "Was 1 sing-, arise—it was a mere coufusion.
trig?" The matter was serious, and I had
`.Chis sort of question require?) no no wish to treat It lightly, It might
nnswer,*a Silence seises time. 'be teat 1 had begun my letter to my
"It seems to me," said Jimmy slowly, father in the wrong atrain. Yet I knew
"that 1 heard a band organ playing It not bow to do better, though surely
In St. Jo." there must be a way.
"You Ratter me," I replied, and, There was a knock. "Come in," I
though he did not fully understand, be • said, and Derringer entered. I turned
went through all the motions appro- toward klm and at the same time
priate to complete eompreltension. struck ray .hand down hard upon Tiny
This was all the business that Jlnainy desk,
had In hand, end lie itunaedintely with- "What'e the matter?" asked my vis -
drew. 31e had performed bis mystery, !tor, startled by the noise.
and it was sufficient. i ""Tire impulse to hit something, and
I sat down to write a letter to my bit it Burd, when ane has reached a
father, but had made no more than a decision," said T, Is deep rooted in man
fair beginning by 'um:latime. Mrs. and niay indicate the nature of the
'i'itherspoon's provender and a good most important decisions which our
cigar afterward, seemed to make the early ancestors were called upon to
mutter easier. and I was able to ex, make"
press a part of what was on nay mind. j "I see," said Derringer. "It was hit
1 told hint how I had discovered Sibyl's him or run, with them. You mean those
secret and added that it was now oh- cave dwelling fellows that didn't dare
vious to we that it bad been meant even to go into their graves without
that I should know the truth. Sibyl some snort of a stone warclub in each
Ski shown amazing tact in this affair,hand."
for nothing could have been better i "I admire them for it," 1 rejoined.
than that I should meet her in the "'They were not ashamed of their prin-
ntidst of this pretty mystery and learn ciples. They were williug to begin
without embarrassment upon either hereafter where they quit Here, which
side that her heart was already won. ' is the only honest way,"
"So far as I can judge," 1 wrote, t Derringer slowly nodded his head as
"she bas chosen a good man. Indeed, be sat on the corner of a table.
I assume that you know hint and have "And what was your decision?" be
not coudennted him, for if you had
done so either Mr. Trask or Sibyl
would not be here. It seems, however,
that the poor little girl knows your
r.
wish and ., trying to net nccordiu>ly.
Yet she would gladly escape the neces-
said.
"To ask your advice in a difficulty,"
said I, "You are older than I ate, and
you have the chin of a man who never
opens his mouth except to eat, drink
or speak judiciously. I wish to do
precisely the right thing in a delicate
matter. I must sbow that I take a
certain problem seriously, and yet not
too seriously. I am stupid about it all,
and yet I don't want to let my own
father know the fact, though he has
had ample opportunity to find out the
truth in regard to my intelligence,"
"I think you really are taking this
thing seriously, whatever it may be,"
said Derringer, "and for that reason I
am going to invite your confidence.
Moreover, from what you told nue a
while ago and from my subsequent re-
flections, I have come to the conclusion
that I um somewhat concerned in the
matter. Does it relate to the girl in
the orchard?"
""The girl is Miss Jones," said I. "At
least she so desires to be known at
present"—
"Excuse me," he interrupted; "you
are writing a letter to your father
which deals with his desire that you
and his ward, Miss Sibyl Wayne, shall
T became aware of a. gentle humming unite your destinies."
sound. I "That's the fact," I replied, "but 1
sity, and with that end in view she has , was not aware that I bad ever stated
tried hard not to be fascinating. You, the matter so plainly."
should have seen us together. It 1 It was easy to guess," said he,
would have made you laugh, and "from what you did state. Now, to re -
one laughs the trouble is nearly surae, you have decided that the girl In
over. One mistake only Inas she made— the orchard is Miss Wayne wheu sit' s
she has sung to me. But I chink she at house and Miss Jones when she
intends I shall believe it was some one chooses to appear among us here. But,
else who sang. The plan was a little nay friend, whoever she is or where' er
rough on me, for I might have fallen she is, do you care for her?'
in love with her twice—as 'Miss Jones' I will be perfectly honest with you,"
said I. "It happened that I met in
New Yoric a young lady"—
"Precisely," said he, "and now 1 am
prepared to give you my advice. Don't
write that letter."
"Why not?"
"Because you are all up in the air.
You haven't a foot on earth. Miss
Jones is not Miss Wayne. The girl in
• is
the orchard is not Miss Jones, not.
she any one else whom you have had
the pleasure of meeting on these prem-
iss."
"You know who she is?" I exclaimed.
"I have known for several days," he
replied. "I am not yet ready to telt
you. When I am ready, it will be the
last word you will hear from me in
some time. Now don't ask me any
questions. There is a strange compli-
cation here, and it may as well be
solved all at once—perhaps to>norrow,
perhaps the next day. Leave it to the
future. Ali to the present, don't write
that letter. If you have anything to
say to your father, ask him to come
out here and have a talk."
I glanced out of the window and saw
Jimmy Lamoine in the wagon that
went to town.
"Hold on,,. I called to him. "I want
you to take a letter in for me."
I wrote it in 20 seconds on the lines
that Mr. Derringer had suggested.
person when Z am obliged to conceal and as the girl in the orchard—but I
the principal subject of my interest. ;have been so obliging as to refrain,
Really, I wished to ask Miss Tones a i though I cannot think of that glortoue
lot of personal questions—for example, voice without a twinge of the heart.
Who are you? Is your name really Her beauty, which is wonderful, in -
Jones? If you are Sibyl, why did you Credible, moves me far less. But the
select such a name as Jones for pur- voice --well, I shall not be denied the
poses of disguise? Was it a very clever . melancholy pleasure of hearing her
thing to do, being the very last that I sing when she shalt be airs. Trask.
should have expected of you? Can you Perhaps Sibyl's original intention
pwas to seek seclusion in order to forget
sing?
It seemed as if I might put the last I Air. Trask. It may be his amendment
query in such form as to gain informa. of the scheme which I am now enjoy -
tion from the answer, though if this
young lady were the singer of the
shore I could not expect her to con-
sider herself under any moral obliga-
tion to tell the truth to me. While 1
was turning the matter over in my
mind 1 suddttiy became aware that I
was whistling softly. It is a bad habit
of mine, somewhat less reprehensible
on this occasion because my compan-
ion seemed in no mood for conversa-
tion and thus left me to my own de-
vices. But the essential point Is that I
found myself whistling the little Swiss
song, and in an instant there leaped
into my field of consciousness a perfect
recollection of having done precisely
the same thing before when Miss Jones
and I had fallen into one of those deep
silences in which she seemed to find a
melancholy pleasure.
The miracle of the lake stood explain-
ed, and by the knowledge of that fact
I was so startled that I got upon my
feet. ?Mite Tones raised her eyes to
me with a question.
"Mr. Trask is coming," said I, notic-
ing that fact for the first time. "I
thought I heard footsteps."
The cyan was walking on turf at a
distance of 100 yards, but Miss Jones
did not consider it necessary to cross
examine me on the subject of my audi-
tory apparatus.
When Trask came up, I tallied with.
him a few minutes and then walked
back to the house. In my room I sat
down by the window to think the thing
out, and I was making some small prog-
ress when I became aware of a gentle
humming sound which resolved' itself
Into a scarcely audible, grossly inaecu-
tate yet recognizable performance of
that fated song. It was Jimmy La-
Maane who was guilty of this dire atroc-
ity. Ile was standing on the strip of
.grass between the Window and the
driveway, and his attitude and expres-
sion were studiously designed to give
the impression that bis music wag
purely lnvoinntrary, A mere bodily act
pr att of wonderful enefit uncontrolled by 'any purpose.
t° mt. 1 can certify that But Jimmy Was a marked card to
for me these are the hest mt'. I knew bis back as Snell as his
Pais 1 have eviler come Serosa
Arid weelways keep theta in faee: This Is a figure of speech. 1
the horse. It will b x really refer to the hack of his mind.
• pleasure for the to reply to for in his titbit of seeming to give els
lit 1x',1s1#nAi41f ferthtr
arth r pare to write me f particulars of my y attention elsewhere, to be looking
toe, nWay, so to speak, there lay the com-
De. Chase's 1{idney.Ltver 1xi11s, one pill a piete explanation of his manner of
deka, 45 cettfs A licit; To p fetes you *piaci mystery. It Is the Seine With an
imitations the peewee and signature of Dr. A. trieksts„,,,
W. Chas, the famous receipt book 'author, ars
-sa every box of his rt:fttodief.
ing—namely, the sight of two heart-
broken young creatures rcs saying a never
ending farewell. Don't ask me to be
the cause of anything so sad. The fact
is that I am in a position to sympathize
too fully. If Sibyl came here to for-
get, so did I. But it has been my hard
luck to have to do it alone. Mr. Trask
is helping her, whereas I do not even
know the postoflfee address of the per-
son whose image it is my business to
efface from the tablets of toy heart"
And then I tried to tell hien about
Miss Lamoine, but the words wouldn't
come. I wished, of course, to tell the
eenet truth, and the desire raised this
question, What is the truth in this mat-
ter? In the course of a long and hard
struggle with this problem I was sur-
prised to find myself whistling the
Swiss song and wondering how the girl
world sing it, wis:ilug that I might
hear her, forgetting that she was really
Miss Jones, holding her, as I had done
from the first, for a half remembered
personality, distinct enough, if my
mind would only grasp it.
"'There is nothing in this," said I
aloud, and then I laughed at myself,
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SAW Derringer again after
dinner, and be persuaded me
to go out upon the road.
"You and I need a little
general conversation," he said. "We
think too much about our own affairs.
We're getting sentimental. Let's smoke
strong tobacco this evea.'.ng and discuss
the business of the world. Trask and
Scovel will help us."
Personally I would have preferred to
go down to the lake, but I recognized
the force of Derringer's remark. Wo
found Trask on the road, but his corn -
and seemed to straighten his spine by
a slow pressure,in that region, and then
he coughed gently, not because he bad
any ailment requiring biro to do so,
hut ns a general expression of dissatis-
faction with his physical condition.
Seovel waited for this characteristic
performauce to be finished before he
spoke.
"No," Bald be, "I haven't been near
the hill."
"Welt, you just came by the edge of
it" ventured Mr. Witherspoon. "Iloav-
ever•, the snakes never come out into
the road. Most curious thing—can't be
duplicated in the state, I'll wager. The
hill's full of them, but you might as
Well look for snakes on an iceberg
floating In the middle of the ocean as
on this farm. I've lived here more')
half a century. boy and man, and
never saw cue of 'em anywhere but
on the bill."
Scone! leaned against the fence, and
I sats a shudder run through him.
Then he shook himself together,
strnightened up and started fur the
Louse.
"I've walked a long way," be said.
"I'm hungry as a wolf."
I noticed las he walked away that be
looked uneasily behind him upon the
ground, to the right and to the left.
No one else seemed to observe the pe-
culiarity of his manner, and we did
not discuss him after he had gone.
Instead we encouraged Mr. Wither-
spoon to tell more snake stories, and
he "obliged" with some that make my
blood run cold to this day whenever t
think of them.
By and by my attention began to
wander. There was a suggestion of
music in the air; no more than that—I
could not say I heard it. But 1 became
uneasy and glanced down toward the
lake shore to see if I could detect the
glow of a fire. The moon had now be-
come bright, and if the fire burned
upon the rocks it threw no visible
gleam upward. So I lingered awhile
upon the road until the thought that I
might be wasting my best delight of
those days impelled me to make sure.
As I passed the house, I caught a
elivause of Lucy Ann's grev gown and
bonnet to the main porch. The girl
was leaning against a post of the trel-
lis, as if watching the moon which
shone above the hill. IIer face looked
so haggard, old and weary that I
halted suddenly when first I saw it
among the leaves. She had not no-
ticed me till then, and she sprang back,
startled. Perhaps she thought I could
not see tbat she put up both hands to
her face, but I could well perceive the
gesture despite the screen of foliage.
Upon the instant I spoke her name,
but she pretended not to hear and hur-
ried into the house.
t,
It cut my heart to know that the
poor child suffered thus, and I felt
ashamed to have intruded upon her
grief. She bore it so well when under
observation that it seemed doubly re-
grettable to have surprised her in the
moment of her Confession to the caress-
ing night. The girl ought to go away.
It would be much better for her to go
than for Trask. I wondered, walking
down toward the lake, whether it
would be possible to speak to Mrs.
Witherspoon • upon the subject with
sufficient delicacy. Somehow she did
not figure in my mind as one who
would be easy to approach upon such
a matter, and my own years scarcely
fitted me for the role that I should
the
have to plug inscene. gIt mi bt be
possible for nay father to suggest a
better way. Ile would surely pity her,
the more because it was Sibyl who had
won the love that poor little Lucy
Ann's heart starved for.
.
It was incredible that "Miss Jones"
should not have seen the pitiful ro-
mance so near her, so closely involved
with her own, but she was doubtless
busy with her own trouble, the dread-
ful peril that she might have to marry
me in order to pay the lifelong debt of
gratitude that she owed my father.
The thought made me laugh, espe-
cially because I was on my way to
hear her sing, to play at love with a
voice and pretend I did not know
whose it was. And that view of the
matter brought me the recollection of
my talk with Derringer and his asser-
tion that I was wholly In error. 1
prayed to the moon that Derringer
might be right as I loosed the boat
from her moorings and floated out into
the lake.
When I came into the range of the
fire, I saw it dimmer than usual, yet
that might be iso more than the effect
of the moonlight. At the proper dis-
tance I halted and then sang the first
bar of the Swiss song. There was no
response. T tried "Heart's Delight"
with the same result, and meanwhile
the fire surely waned.
(To be continued.)
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west wind shad swatted to the eastern ' •
border of the estate. itnues to wut•k 1s:u'dtet'ul Neese.
"Scovel has been gone all day," said •
the artist. "Pedestrian tour, I guess.
Tie took n field^lass with him, as if he When Dr. Leonhardt of Lincoln, Neb., R
intended to find some views."gave Anti -Pill to the werid he had tin- •
"trope lie didn't go over to the hill," bout
remarked Mr. Witherspoon. "It's a did not forsee the world-wide and tvon•
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tert"ible place for snakes." derial remits it is noachieving in the •
And he proceeded in his soft and re ra diseasesto.
Heref is Llao ry at another Anti -Pill i
apologetic voice to tell us harrotting vie.tery:
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de
faith in the treatment, but he •'
tales of copperheads and black snakes, "Per matin mouths I have been trop- i
rattlers and ""hooples." Ite was In the bled with dyspepsia, dizziness in my head 6
midst of such a narration when 1 per Cold chills, azul suffered most of the time •
ceived Scovel coming along the toad. Prem constipation, and watt unable to do •
Twilight still lingered, and there was my ianusework. I tried every kind of •
-enough to reveal that the lawyer bad Pill and medicine that either the doctors 2
trasnpetl hard and was very weary. or myself could think of, and anlly tried •
"We Were jest speaking of yon, Mr. wily Pian flats from eat lams prActi• •
Scovel," said WIthe*•s con.. "We were able odoe n mnv avo work.
of mfh i ntn s
p able to do all my own s ork. Tin dizxi-
hoping that you hadn't been over on twos has All goine, my t:tonu:teh feels
the hill." { tench better, and I am no longer tronbted
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