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The Wingham Times, 1905-02-09, Page 7The Girl of the Orchaid Copyright, 1901, by Charlei W. Hooke!, i "1 looked at my watch anti was sur- owised to find that it was nearly IO o'clock. The girl had given me up and !returned to the apple tree lodge. Given 1 ane up?- This was taking for granted tithat she prized these evenings as I did, 'glad I had not the right to do it. "Miss Jones" could have no interest in sing- ling with me. It would be hardly fair ate Trask. Yet beyond a 'doubt it was the girl who sang, and Trask had sent lilies to her. If she were not "Miss ;Tones," why, that agaial was hardly fair, and if the girl were not Sibyl ;there could be no explanatiou of any • - ?thing. At this point in my mental confusion 'the boat's bow '!whirled round with a 'little gust and grated upon the ledge; sits once before. I glanced quickly at 'the fire. It continued to glow. There could be no one on the rocks. Instantly I conceived a deed of dar- ing sweeter than all the petty larcenies and depredations of my youth in the Tittle village where we used to spend •'our summers — the stealing of apples from Dyer's red tree to which tate bull - !dog was chained, the midnight alarm !rung by Deacon Hobart's horse tied by 'his tail to the bell rope of the church, :.the assortment of gravestones from the made the landing with great care. m rble yard set up in a grewsome and suggestive row on Dr. Westcott's lawn. The joy of all these feats and the senti- ment of May baskets fastened by trem- •bling hands upon the doorknob of my sweetheart's house—a different door- knob every year,, thanks to the blessed inconstancy of boyhood --these were re- vived in my heart when I decided to .go ashore. It was taboo, but I would stare it. I made the landing with great care •and stepped out upon a rock with as much caution as if it had been thin ice. At the water's edge the rocks were piled as irregularly as if they bad been poured out of a giant's basket, but bake of them there lay two flat topped ..bowlders of an even height, making a ,boor nearly 30 feet long; divided in a 'line parallel to the shore by a fissure wide as a grave and deep as half a ilozen, as I guessed after dropping a l3ittle stone into it. . The fire was built upon an iron grat- ing laid across this fissure and secured ,'at one side by a chain fastened to an ;eyebolt set into the rock. I judged that ltbis apparatus had to do with fish (Ma- iners mooned beside the lake. It ex- -Valued sufficiently the sudden extinc. tion of the fire which bad puzzled me, It needed no more than a pull upon the 'chain to send the fire down into the .rift. Behind the rearward bowlder the ledge rose ten feet, rounded like the inside of a cup, and from its summit there was a gentle slope to meet the -descending grade of the orchard. At the little cliff's foot was a singular conformation of the rocks where one might recline in great comfort, and upon taking my place there I discov' • ered that it was possible to look out upon the lake without being greatly -dazzled by the fire and still be almost easraese Nerves Exhausted Body Emaciated Tired feelings and terrible sweakness—suffered five years and restored to health by Dr. Chase's Nerve rood. MR;. Greece Coo:, Weiland, Ont., states t " For) five years I was troibied with nervous- ness, tired feeling, head. ache and a terrible weak. nese. I was so miser- able that d could not at- tend to my household duties. Duringthis time I was a great sufferer and became much emaci. sited. I was treated by it good doctor with no change for the better and a friend .advised me to tty Dr. Chase's Nerve Food which I did and in a short time Was math 11: MBs:'300" improved in health. Af- ter using six boXes of this precious Medicine I. was sotmd and Well. I shell Always recommend ilk. Chase's Nerve Food for'I believe it saved one years osf •misery" 1Jr. Chases Nerve Food, the great blood ibuildet and anerve restorative, 60 cents a box.. To protect • you a ainst imitations the portrait and signature of Dr. A \v. Chase, the &moue 'receipt, book :auther.,.'ate on every bot t;f hist "whs+dlea. 2y... Ho board Fie ldit: ' �t. t8r;.0 '1811814 844 # entirely ahielded from observation. This intrusion was a most agreeable sin, a thing to enjoy in the doing and be pleasantly ashamed of afterward. I lay some minutes in this nook of the rock', curious to reconstruct our little romance as tbe girl had seen it. I saw how the firelight was screened by the rocks so that I had not been. able to discern it until I had drifted into the proper field. In the same way my boat must have appeared suddenly to one sitting there. I was flattered by the Idea that she had watched for it. I.t the midst of this thought I expe- rienced a sensation familiar to every one, but almost beyond rational ex- planation—the consciousness of being observed. I neither saw nor heard; my own senses gave no tidings—the five with which we are ordinarily credited. With what faculty we apprehend an- other person's observation of us I have never been able to guess. It happens, however. It happened then. I glanced upward. The curving lip of the ledge made a clear gray line up- on the sky. There was a singular illu- sion of height; the rock towered above me as I lay almost prone. Then slid. denly I was aware of something flut- tering downward. It startled me be- cause it seemed to be falling all the way from the sky. I tlt.'ust up my hand and caught a rose, also a very large and competent thorn, but that is ' a matter of no consequence. In an instant I was upon my feet, posed like the lady martyr in the fa- miliar picture of "The Last Token," looking, as she did, for my love who had flung the rose. I forget what luck she had in this matter, according to the legend. As for me, I had none. Even when I had scaled the rock I saw not so much as the flutter of a skirt among the shadows of the orchard. One thing, however, I saw clearly enough in the light of the moon. The rose was one of those that I had gath- ered on Copperhead hill. It may have been nearly 11 o'clock when I got back to the house. There was a man sitting alone on the door- steps of my segment of tbe structure, and when he lifted his face to the moon I recognized Scovel. "Been out on the lake, I suppose," said he. "Another serenade, eh?" Then be began to laugh, softly, nerv- ously, as if he didn't mean to do it. A half consumed cigar fell from his fin- gers, and he put his foot upon it. "Come inside," said I, "and get a fresh one." "Thanlc you," he replied, "I've smok- ed enough." Yet he arose with alacrity and fol- lowed me into my room. "Perhaps you smoke when you're nervous, as I do," said I. "For in- stance, if I were wandering over that hill and had seen two or three snakes"— "Two or three!" he echoed, throwing up his hands. "So you were there? I was sure of it. And I know why you went." His countenance expressed increduli- ty, but something that he saw in mine seemed to convince him. "Well," said he, with a faint note of defiance, "what do you think of it?" "I don't think it was quite right," I replied. • "Now, look bere," said he, "how long was I to go on in that way? How long was I to permit myself to be a com- plete idiot about a girl without know- ing whether she was black or white?" "Did you see her?" I asked. He arose from his chair and tried an- other, arising again to walk to the mantelpiece for a match, though there were plenty on the table beside him in plain view. He struck the match and then forgot to light the cigar that I bad given him. "I've enjoyed this foolishness," he said. "That's the main thing, after alL The emotions were given us for self deception. We were to use them wise- ly to gloss over this world, for the plain sight of it would drive us away. It is love that makes woman beautiful; love In us, you know. It isn't really neces- sary to dee them" "In that case," said I, "why did. you go out on the hill with those fieldglass- es? Your philosophy must have chang- ed since morning." "Not my philosophy," he rejoined,, "but there's a limit." I began to grow cold. "Scovel," 1 cried, "what do you mean?" "That hill's an awful place; he said, ',emoting my question, "I got lost, though dne Willa say' there wasn't room enough. But the rocks are all jmnblod together. It takes a man an hour to walk a quarter of a mile, and the little scrubbedtrees hide every- thing. If I knew anything'aboet geolo- gy, tbat formation should be on the north side of the lake inttead of on the south." - "Blast geology!" said I. "Did yon see her?" "The ancient mariner Shot the alba - tress," he replied, "and the others by approving became partners in his brhme. They accepted the good weather as you will accent my infotmatioti. 'Yes, r be added, with a groan, ,"I saw het." "flo'n't tellInv "anything about ft," said 1, setting' a firm heel on the neck of my euriosity. "I don't Want to know." . "I held noticed how she sat when she was sketchlnjr at the foot et the or, TIIE WINGIIAM TIMES FEBRUARY 9, chard," said he, "and I bad marked out a bald rock on the hill from whielc ono might have a good view. Well,, it took me a long while, but I found It. Really I thought wasno harm. fancied fou tit gilt. gI that this wllele thing was a trick and that the girl came up to the house here and showed Herself to us. To be frank, I thought she was the blue eyed girl •h itof thedii t room. n o,s sin our Part t r� g She's a mysterious little creature, who goes off with a hook in the forenoon and immediately ani b off the v s es earth's face. I was sure she was the girl." "And she isn't?" Iie laughed in a choking fashion, breaking off to say: "When I was young, I used to bear the best sort of music in my father's house. They're all gone now, the sis- ters and the cousins that sang to me and bred the love of song in me. Even the home's gone, but I shall build one of my own some day, please God. And somehow, when I heard that voice by the lake I dreamed that it might sing to me on many dear and blessed even- ings under my own roof. I croak a tune myself once in awhile—not as you do, confound you, but if she loved me— Well, that's all over." "Scovel, speak out," said I. "You're touching nearer than you know to a sore spot that troubled me all the way across the Atlantic ocean. She—she isn't pretty. That's the fact about it." He paused to light his cigar with a resolute manner. "What did you know about this busi- ness when you were on the Atlantic ocean?" he demanded. "In this region of mysteries I'm prepared for any sort of statement, but that strikes me as a little strong." "The young lady in question," said I, "was known to me when she was a child. I gave a great deal et thought to her when I was returning after my a hearty tare that lingers in the hearer's long absence, and I will confess to you . memory. that I would have been glad to think "It is considered unwise," he aided, "to praise a girl too highly in advance. One expects so mucb." "Sibyl must have known well enough what you would say of her," I rejoined, "and I don't wonder she begged for mercy. I would have done so on my own account if it had not been too late. Site must have found me a terrible dis- appointment." IIe looked at me in perfectly genuine surprise. "I didn't know she'd seen you," he said—"that is, of course she's seen you, but"— "Not here." He nodded, repeating my words: "Not here. Though even that, isn't strictly true, I should fancy. Perhaps I oughtn't to say Blore." surging famously that day, giving bet- ter glimpses toward the lodge than 1 bad ever before enjoyed, or 1 should not have caught a momentary view Of 1tim us;cvashuriyf 4 awaY after er his visit. 1 did not mention this circumstance when we sat down together in my reomn to talk the whole matter over, I opened the con •ersatIon In, toad o ed l l y p by asking whether he knew a young lady named Melena Jones. "Yes; certainly," said bp. "She's a friend of Sibyl's. She's been at our house often. What about her?" Ile bad an exaggerated air of cau- tion, more frank than the most open manner otaanotber, for insincerity play- fully layfully assumed by him was like a nar- row man's coat on his back, making him seem all the broader. I was re- minded of his way when he used to play cards with me long ago, and I could always read in his face what sort of band he held. "I've met her out here," said I. "She is a very beautiful girl" He seemed to weigh this statement doubtfully. "I really never thought so," said he. Though 1 had long been aware that those whom be found right at heart were always beautiful to him and the others never, I was still surprised that be should carry the peculiarity to tats absurd extremity. "She does not in any way compare with Sibyl," he added, and I instantly perceived that he would have wished to recall the words. "You promised not to describe Sibyl to me, didn't you?" I cried. He possessed himself of a palm leaf fan that was in reach and began to wave it to good purpose. "I had a presentiment," said he, "that this interview would be difficult" And then he laughed in that fine, of her as—well, as pleasing to the eye, not to put it more forcibly." Ile took a turn or two between the door and the cold hearth. "I wouldn't wish to set up my own standards in such a Matter," said he at last. "Your eye is not mine. But, frankly, I call her plain; almost dis- tressingly plain, poor child. She has an air of refinement and—and all that. her clothes are stunning. Perhaps a fellow might learn not to mind about matters that be bad previously thought essential. She sings like a seraph, and, in the twilight, when a fellow couldn't see her very well— What do you think?" "I think it might be best to wait un- til a lady has shown some sign of pref- ereuce for a man," said I, "before he I looked him straight in the eye. worries too much about how she would "If you are going to be mysterious, I. look playing the piano for him on a• shall get up and smash the furniture," Sunday evening in the parlor of a house he hasn't yet built. I, at least, am content to wait until I see her face to face." Scovel nervously fingered some books on my table. "'Well," said he, dropping one of I them heavily, "I think I avon't. It's time that I was going back to work. I'm well enough. If my body stood the rocks on that hill and my nerves stood the snakes, I'm all right. Terry, they were awful. I saw only one until I got lost, and then the real character of the place slowly revealed itself to me. I ,must have strayed into their headquarters. St. Patrick! I dread my dreams tonight." "Do I understand that you're going away?" "Yes," he replied in a hurried tone. "I shall leave here this week, perhaps tomorrow. I hope we may meet in Chicago. Good night. It's done me good to talk this thing out with you. But for the love of heaven don't tell anybody." When he had gone, I sat in the win- dow a longtime, hoiding'the rose that bad fallen into my hand. It was such a pretty thing to do. I could not, absolutely, I could not pic- ture her kneeling upon the edge of that rock to look down upon me and let fall the rose without some touch of beauty glorifying her in the moonlight. It would be a crime of nature. 1,ly heart cried out against it. CIIAPTE1t XIII. CROSS 1EXAMtieATION. alY father came promptly In re. sponse to my summons. If fr he delayed anywhere, I think 1 it was very near his journey's end. To be caplicit, it was my opinion that he halted his vehicle just beyond the hill and made a call in the orchard before appearing openly at the Wither- spoon house. The apple trees were .€ i _. MILBURN'S Heart. and Nerve Pills. , .red specific for all diseases and die. orders arising from a run-down condi• tion of tho heart or nerve system, inch int Palpitation of the Heart, Nervous ;Prostration, Nefvousnesa, Sleepless. ne-s, Faint and Dizzy Spells, Brain Fag, eta. They are especially beneficial to Women troubled .with ,Irregular aten' etaration, Price 10 cents per box, or 8 tor 81.26. AU dealers, or Toni T. attaa :rale Co., Tsang in. •.Toteat0, oat. "You promised not to describe Sibyl. didn't you?" said I. "Never again shall I be able to endure the quality of mystery in a hu- man being." "Why, what do you mean?" he asked, astonished. "I thought you had found this little game of Sibyl's quite amus- ing. If you knew her better— Really, you mustn't allow this to prejudice you against her. The fault is nil mine. My wooden stupidity in writing such let- ters to you about her•"— "I am not speaking of either of you," said I. "There is a heaven sent boy upon this place whose work were in my mind when I condemned all mys- teries. And this brings me easily to my confession. In New York 1 met a very charming young woman named Anna Lamoine"— "It seems to me that I have heard of her," said my father. "She carried me completely off my feet," I continued. "I cannot blame myself; surely not her. The best man in the world migbt be proud to kneel at' her feet. The most exacting could not accuse her of spreading a snare. Yet there is inv-oven in the bright and beautifyl fabric of her character a very strange thread. She has a perfect in- tuition, and, to speak outright, she im- pressed Inc as being able to read fine print pasted on the back of my eoftt when she was standing in front of me. I have no doubt that all her ways were honest and her powers genuine. Real- ly, 1 think I was in love with her." "You were?" said be anxiously. "She has a. brother named Jimmy," said 1, "and he Is spending the summer here. That boy is the most remarkable natural caricature that ever existed. Ile pretends to know everything. He perverts all his sister's pretty ways into the most arrant and transparent trick- ery. 1 am not such a donkey as to sup- pose that there is tbe faintest similarity 'between their inner natures. but I am not strong enough to bear the superfi- 'cia1 resemblance. It is idle to suppose that she could ever have cared for me, but now 1 can never care for her. That's the story in a nutshell."' My father developed a liking fot pe- destrlan excrerce and walked 'leveret times around ...y center table. This is very remarkable," he said. 'aI hardly know what to fay about The King of Terrors Is Consumption. And Consumption is caused by neglect - log to cure the dangerous Coughs and Colds. The balsamic odor of the newly cut pinehea1s a nd invigorates the lungs, and even consumptives im- prove and revive amid the perfume of the pines. This fact has long ' been knownto physicians butthe essential healing priuciple of the pine has never before been separ- ated and refined as it is in DR. WOOD'S NORWAY PINE SYRUP. It combines the life-giving lung - healing virtue of the Norway Pine with other absorbent, expectorant and soothing Herbs and Balsams. It cures Coughs, Colds, Hoarse- ness, Bronchitis, and all affections of the bronchial tubes and air pas- sages. Mrs. M. B. Lisle, Eagle Head, N.S., writes :—I have used Dr, Wood's Norway Pine Syrup for coughs and think itis a fine remedy, the best we have ever used. Anum- ber of people here have great faith in it as it cures every tittle. Price 25 cents per bottle. -' acme etetes .'sl , :sena. eiat ansemer it "There Is really nothing that can be " "Ithas happened. It jII said." 1 t'C •Olnl`d. s d � pn is all in the past tense. Let us speak of something else." "What, for instance?" be asked.- re- suming his seat. "There is a young man named Trask here," said 1, and lay father frowned slightly. "He seems to me to be a very good fellow, and 1 think that he and Sibyl love each other." "Why, what can you possibly know about that?" he demanded. "The man has not said so, has he?" "Never, but 1 have seen them to- gether." "1 don't see bow that is possible," said he. "It is true that Sibyl has told me almost nothing of what she bus done. She has begged me not to ask her. And yet I understood"— "That she had not come up to tbe house," said 1 when he paused. "Let me ask you a question straight from the shoulder. Is there a Miss ,tones, a real one?" "Certainly," he answered. "Miss Jones is not Sibyl, if tbat's what you men n." "And you say that Miss Jones is not beautiful?" "Not to my eye." So I had been essentially richt with- out fusty unucrstnnunllg. It was troy! whom I had seen ns Miss .Jones, but Illeanwllile the real One was dwelling in the orchard, Blessed heaven, could it be she that sang, she whom Scovel had seen? It must be remembered that in ail this doubt and Confusion there was one sure reality—tile voice of the singer. Some one possessed ft; There was a girl upon earth and near to lite at that mo- ment who could sway my soul with song as no one else bad ever done, as no other mortal creature ever would. Suppose she were a girl my father did not like, a girl the sight of whom had driven poor Scovel back to work at the beginning of hot weather. It was a horror to make a jest of since in no other way might it be borne. "You are not favorably impressed with Mr. Trask?" said I to give my mind the relief of a changed theme. "I will speak frankly," he replied. "I know little against him except that he is selfish and fickle. IIe is handsome and extraordinarily attractive to wo- men, and he has gone his way ruthless- ly, as I have been told, avoiding open dishonor, but leaving many a sore heart beside the path. I do not like that kind of a man." "There is one sore heart here because of him," said I, "and I tell you earnest- ly that the case is pitiable. I would nave spoken of tate matter even if it had not come up in this way, because (To be continued.) Treated by Three Doctors for a Severe Attack of Dyspepsia, Got No Relief From Medicines, But Found It At Last In Burdock Blood Bitters. Mrs. Frank Hutt, Morrisburg, Ont., was one; of those troubled with this most common of stomach troubles. She writes :—" After being trsated by three doctors, and using many advertised medicines, for a severe attack of Dyspepsia, and receiving no benefit, I gave up all hope of ever being cured. Hearing Burdock Blood Bitters so highly spoken of, I decided to get a bottle, and give it a trial. Before I had taken it I began to feel better, and by the time I had taken the second one I was completely Cured. I cannot recommend Bur- dock Blood Bitters too highly, and would advise 411 sufferers from dyspepsia to give it a trial." MEYER'S PREQICAMENT. a Ludiclt•ous Incident In the /Me of the Famous P*luter. -. . John W. I �<'; or, the famous painter of still life. was a retia rrllabiy small specimen of the geuns Immo, • differing, • however, front ordinary dwarf's in the symmetry and !.knit proportion of all the parts of his diminutive frame. When between twenty and thirty years of ago his fresh, rudely and beardless faro anti the shrill and boy- ish tone of his voice caused reoiale to take him for a child of about eight at the most!. This illusion was still fur- ther hel4htened by his dress, a short - black velvet jacket with a large turn- down collar, over which his smoothly parted hair hung in thick clusters. When about this age Preyer gild a visit to :Munich in order to inspect the art treasures in that eity and also to visit his old patron, :Master Cornelius, a former president of the Dusseldorf academy. When Prayer called at the house of the latter be had gone out, and the servant who had answered the door ran to tell her mistress that a lit- tle boy was waiting outside to see the master. The lady went to speak to the - visitor. "What is it you want, my child?" she , asked the painter, who at the approach 01 the lady took off his velvet cap and ' made a deep bow, saying iu a shrill voice: "I wish to speak to Mr. Cornelius:' "He is not at home at present, but if I you will step inside you clot wait for him. He will not be long,'' So saying, she took the little fellow into the parlor and offered him a stool ; to sit on. In a short time the fair hostess llecnuae quite charmed with her youthful 'visitor, and at last she lifted him on her lap and listened with intense delight to the innocent prattle of the clever "child." Suddeuly the door opened, and Cornelius himself ap- peared. Taking in the situation at a glance, he cried: "Ab, good morning, Mr. Preyer. How on earth did you get here?" "Mr. Preyeri" And with a shriek Mrs. Cornelius jumped up, tumbled Preyer on the floor and fled into tho next room, while Cornelius and Preyer, after the latter hail picked himself up again, laughed till the tears streamed down their chee ke. The former had some difficulty in getting his wife to come back again. At last she muster - •ed sufficient courage to allow herself to be formally introduced to the strange visitor, who was retained as a guest to dinner, over which the atria- ble hostess presently regained her for- mer self possession. Worshipers of Strange Gotha. Snake worshipers aro more numer- ous than river worshipers in the Pun- jab. They have always been a large denomination in heathen countries. Why they worship snakes is a problem that has been frequently discussed to no particular purpose. But people who worship owls, bats, lobsters, rats and mice will worship anything, and per- haps snake worshipers are so common merely because snakes are so widely distributed and so far from exclusive in their habits. If a man worships an opossum or au arnithornycus, be must go to Australia to do so, but serpents are everywhere. So is the earth (Prithi), and the earth, as Bertha, Demeter and under Many other names, has never wanted adorers. Even the untutored Pawnees are earth worshipers and bury articles by way of sacrifice, which is more eco- nomical than burning them, as theya can be dug up again. The ancestral mound is a good deal adored in the Punjab. In Scotland it became the fairy hill, as at Aberfoyle, and was treated with conspicuous respect in times comparatively modern. The church was usually built as near it as possible, perhaps to counteract the in- fluence of the ancestral mound or to acquire any local sacredness that mighit be going.—London News. 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