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The Wingham Times, 1905-04-13, Page 7.0 .....:;,.e.,.. �1 Ye�.lo�r ally `$ Y FERGUS HUMS, Author of "The Mystery of u Hansom Cab," Etc. ..R 001 Copyri,tht, 1903, by G. W. 11111ingham Company •w.u.�l 0.1 �.c:.�iV.h, rw. vnW ��'.I,., I,Ii IuN.. . 1111L1611. .G.I HAM as i.i •about her that I came here to see you today." "I thought you came about your birth," said Ireland sbarply. "That among other things." The old man looked down again and 'appeared to be in deep thought. He v?as turning over in his own mind bow much or how little • he should tell George. .And the young man looked .at him anxiously. Much depended upon the speech of Mr. Ireland. .At last the silence was broken, and by a most unexpected remark. "I loved .your mother," said Ireland. "I never knew that," said Brendon 'Softly, for he saw that the man was moved at the recollection of some early romance. "I never spoke of it before," was the reply; and Ireland laid down bis,eigar •to speak more freely. "Yes, I loved Rosins Lockwood with all my heart and soul. I was not bad looking in those days, George, and I had a good income, but she preferred your fa- nner;" "I am sorry to be obliged to ask you for a story of the past," said Brendon . apologetically, "but it means so much to me." "P11 tell you all I can," said Ireland, taking no notice of the apology. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts and then began abruptly. "I first met your mother at her father's house in Amelia square, where I went to take lessons In singing. Lockwood was famous for his method in those days, and his fame was increased by the appearance of your mother, Ro- sina, at many concerts. She was a most beautiful creature and was as much admired for her beauty as for ber voice. Ah, what a voice! It was like the thrill of a lark, flexible and sil- very, and with an immense range. She was quite the rage for a season and was called the English Jenny Lind. Many offers were made to her for the operatic stage. I dare say she would have accepted in the end had she not met with Percy Vane, and he"— Ireland's band clinched. Brendon saw that the recital was painful to him, and but that he was so anxious to get at the proofs of his birth would have asked him to desist. "Percy Vane was a handsome man .and rich. I warned Lockwood that he was in love with Rosina, but the old man would not heed. He was flattered by the attention Rosina received. All through that season Vane was in at- tendance on Rosina. At the end of it he eloped with her—yes. He met her outside St. James' ball and they •eloped." "Where did they go to?" asked Bren- ,don eagerly. "That I cannot say. Rosina wrote three weeks afterward from Paris, :signing herself Vane and stating that she was the wife of Percy." "Was my grandfather angry?" "Yes and no. He was angry that he :should have lost her, for she was of use to him as an advertisement of his method of singing and also she •earned a great deal of money. The house in Amelia square was large and required a good deal to keep it up. Besides, Anthony Lockwood was ex- travagant. That was why you were left so badly off." Brendon shrugged his shoulders. "It was good of my grandfather to leave •Ine anything," he said, "but in what way was my—Mr. Lockwood pleased? You hinted that he was not quite an- „ "Well," said Ireland, "he was flat- tered that his daughter should have married into the aristocracy." . "Then there was no question of the marriage?" "No. Lord Derrington said nothing till your mother was dead, and even then he said very little. It was when 'Vane was murdered at San Remo that he first decisively asserted that no mar- riage bad taken place. He did so be- .eause Lockwood, insisted that Derring- ton errinaton should acknowledge you as the heir. He refused to do so and said that his second son was the heir." "That is Walter Vane's father?" "Exactly. And now the father is -dead Walter -Vane stands in your shoes. I wish you could prove the marriage, my boy," said Ireland, shak- ing bis head, "but it will be a difficult task." "I don't care hose difficult it is," re- plied Brendon resolutely. "I am de- termined to learn the truth." "Who is the lady?" asked Ireland. "Slim Dorothy Werd. You don't • know anything of her." Ireland shook his head. "I left the • .adoration of the aristocracy to Lock- wood," he said, with something like a sneer, "but that's neither here nor there, my boy. To make a long story short, I met your mother in Paris, and .shortly afterward she died, giein} birth to you. Eliza Stokes was with ber when she died, and you were given Into •the charge of that woman. Your mother was buried in I ere a ai . j Vane put up a ;:tone to her --oh, he r behaved very well, I don't deny that," added Ireland, but with, n dark face. "He was really fond. of her, and I sup, Pose there wae a marriage." "Did my mother ever say anything .about it? "Never. You asked me that before. It whit an aeeepted fact. After the .death of Ilosina l.er husband went to ,IIS Italy. I was there, too, and it was at Milan that the episode occurred which led to the dismissal of Eliza Stokes." "What was that?" "Why, there was a young English waiter, quite a boy he was, who fell in love with Eliza when she was tak- ing charge of you at the Hotel de Ville. She refused to marry him and hinted that she loved your father. Vane heard of this and taxed her with im- pertinence. The end of it was that Eliza said too much and was dismiss- ed. And Jane Fraser was sent from England by Vane's mother to nurse you. That looks as though Lady Der- rington believed in the marriage." "It does," admitted Brendon hope- fully. "She would not have sent a nurse had anything been wrong. On the other hand, if she had been quite certain about the marriage she might have offered to take charge of me." "She did, I believe, but your father was so fond of you—for your mother's sake—that he could scarcely bear you out of his sight. However, Eliza went and Jane came, and then your father went to San Remo. You were then two years of age." "Did not my father return to Eng- land during all that time?" "No. When lie left England With your mother he never returned. She died in Paris, and, with you in charge of a nurse, Vane wandered about the continent. I was twice in Italy and saw him—the second time it was at San Remo." "If you disliked my father so much why did you seek him out?" • "To see you, George. You were her child, and I loved Rosina so dearly." Ireland stopped, gulped down his emo- tion, and proceeded more calmly, "Yes, I was at San Remo when your father was murdered." "You never told me that before," said Brendon. "I never told you anything before," replied Ireland dryly. "And I should not tell you now but that my health is getting so bad that I may not live long. I have an incurable disease, 'avhich will sooner or later carry me off no, I don't want sympathy. Let me finish the story and then .we need not refer to it again. I had intended to Ieave a written statement behind me for you, George, but this is better, as you can ask me questions about what you do not understand." "I understand all so far," said George thoughtfully. "But about this murder, Mr. Ireland? Who killed my father?" "That was never discovered. He went to a masked ball and was seen leaving the room in the company of a blue domino. His body was found on the stones of the beach early next morning. IIe bad been stabbed to the. heart." "Who was the lady—the blue domi- no?" "No one ever learned. She was cloaked and masked. The whole thing is a mystery. Your father's body was takdsn to England, and as Lord Der- rington refused to acknowledge the marriage Lockwood took charge of you." "I remember, and Jane Fraser was my nurse for many years. She was at San Remo when the murder took place?" "Yes, and so was Eliza Stokes." "What was she doing there?" "Well, this waiter—by the way, his name was George also, although you were called after Lockwood's father— well, George Rates, seeing that Eliza was dismisseu, got her a situation at a hotel in San Remo. He carne there also during the season, and I believe the two married. Tett Eliza Stokes never came near your father." "What became of her afterward?" Ireland hesitated. "I can't say," be said. "But I can," observed George coolly. "She was murdered the other day at the' Amelia square house as Mrs. Jer- sey." "I beard of that crime. But bow do you identify Eliza Stokes with Mrs. Jersey?" "My old nurse, ,lane Fraser, told me. When I began these inquiries I looked up jane, who now lives in a little Es- sex village. She told me all,she could, which was not much. .But she stated that when here one day on a visit to 'you she bad met Eliza Stokes, and in spite of her ago and gray hairs she had recognized her. Eliza told her that she was called Mrs. Jersey and bad taken a boarding house in Amelia square. •1 then determined to speak to Mrs, Jersey, who I thought might have been present at the marriage or at all events might know where it had been celebrated," "It is probable she did," said Ire- land, "as she was with your mother as maid when the elopement took place. Did you see Mrs. Jersey, or Eliza Stokes, as I still regard her?" "I saw her, but she Was inurdered before I could manage to speak to her On the subject. Did you know"— "I knOW that Eliza Stokes had changed ber name to Airs. Jersey and was in Amelia square," said] Ireland. "but I only learned this the Other 'day." "Who told you?" "A. wOnlati called miss Bull," Mid Ireland. 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Chase, the famous receipt book author, are on every box. Pain cannot exist where Dr, Chase's Backache Plaster is applied. "Miss Bull," repeated George. "I remember. That was the boarder who foretold a violent death to Mrs. Jersey. • But you read about that in the papers." Ireland nodded. "I did," he sail. "And I also saw that you were in :he house whenMrs. Jersey was murdered. You were a witness." "I can tell you about that. I"— "There is no need to tell me. I have not the time." Ireland looked at his watch. "In ten minutes I leave for my walk. George remonstrated. "But this is so important" "Not so important as my health. I can give you only ten minutes, George. This Miss Bull called to ask me about the lease of the house to Mrs. Jersey. I knew nothing about that. When Lockwood died I sold the house to Lord. Derrington"— "What, to my grandfather?" "Yes. But had I known he was the purchaser I should not have let hire have it. Ile bought it through an agent. Since then I heard nothing more about the house. I did not even know it was a boarding establishment until it appeared as such in the papers the other day. I wondered what you were doing at the inquest"— "I can explain." Ireland held up his hand. "I need no explanation. I know that Mrs. Jer- sey was really Eliza Stokes. I gath- •'' that from the description given by M)ss Bull in the course of our con- versation.My suspicions were aroused by the fact that Lord Derrington had leased the Amelia square house to Mrs. Jersey." "Why did ire do that?" George spoke more to himself than to. Ireland. "Well," said the old man, rising, "it is nay belief that Lord Derrington knows there was a marriage and as- sisted Mrs. Jersey so that she should hold her tongue. Now there is no more time. I must go out" And Ireland walked to the door. "One moment," said George on the doorstep. "This blue domino connecteel with my father's murder—was she nev- 't:r traced?" "No. There was no means of trac- ing her. Except that she wore a piece of holly she carried. no distinguishing marts:•, "1Io1Iy"' cried George, astounded. "Yellow holly?" "Yes. I don't know how you come to mention it, but the holly worn by the blue domino with whom your father went away had yellow berries." CHAPTER VII. S Brendon was in the neighbor- hood of Amelia square he paid a visit to the boarding house. Having learned from Ireland that Miss Bull had informed him how Lord Derrington was connected with Obstinate Coughs and Colds. The Kind That Stick. The Kind That Turn To Bronchitis. The Kind Thr I. End In Con - sum; '.ion. IV'INGIIAM TIMES APRIL • the late Mrs. Jersey, George thought it just as well that sire should be quote, tioned. Certainly Miss Bull, who ay. peered to be a dour and secretive sort of person, aright not speak. On the other band,if lie could induce her be frank lie might learn from her— presuming she knew ---the reason why Lord Derrington had leased the Amelia, square house to Mrs, Jersey. On his way Brendon meditated on Ireland's remarks about the holly. He remembered the agitation of Mrs. Jer- sey when she saw the sprig in hie coat. She had been at San Remo when his father eves stabbed, and Ireland had mentioned that the woman with whom the deceased man had left the ballroom wore a sprig of yellow holly. Had the berries been red George might not have thought so much of the matter, but yellow holly is com- paratively rare, and evidently Mrs. Jersey's alarm had been caused by her recollection of the murder. The sight of the holly had revived her memory. I "I wonder if she had anything to do with the murder," mused George as be turned into Amelia square. "Probably I sire had nothing to do with the blue domino or with the matter of the ' crime. From what Ireland says, how- ever, a piece of yellow holly was men- tioned in connection with the murder, and Mrs, Jersey, then Eliza Stokes, probably heard of it. That was why she shivered and turned pale when she saw the sprig in my coat." Having thus decided the question, though not In a very satisfactory way, George rang the bell and was admitted into the sitting room in which the mur- der had taken place. It was empty, but Jarvey departed immediately to fetch Miss Bull. George knew the room well. It had been used by his grandfather as a breakfast room, and many a meal had he enjoyed at that very table. As the furniture had been sold to Lord Der- , rington,• together with the house, the table was the very article of furniture at which Mrs. Jersey had been stabbed when seated. Brendon looked from the table to the door and wondered if the assassin had entered stealthily with a bared weapon and had stabbed the wretched woman before she had time to turn her head. But on second thoughts be was inclined to think that the assassin had been in friendly con- versation with Mrs. Jersey before in- flicting the fatal stroke. Even in the short distance between table and door Mrs. Jersey would have had time to spring to her feet and give the alarm. "No," thought George as Ire seated himself; "what I said to Train is cor- rect. The assassin engaged Mrs. Jer- sey in friendly conversation and then watched for an opportunity to strike from behind." He would have continued trying to puzzle out the circumstances of the crime but that Miss Bull entered, ac- i companied by Margery. The little old fnaid looked whiter and more haggard than ever, but her eyes gleamed bright- ' ly, and she seemed to be in perfect health. Margery; now being the nomi- nal head of the house, appeared more important, but she kept her eyes on Miss Bull's face and in all things took her orders from this superior being. "How are you, Mr. Brendon?" said Miss Bull, smiling in her prim way, but without offering her hand. "I did not expect to see you again." "Why not?" asked George quickly. Hiss Bull shrugged her thin shoul- ders and fastened her beady eyes on his face. "Many of the boarders left on account of madame's murder, so I thought you had done the same." "I was only a visitor, Miss Bull. Had I been a boarder I should not have left. The murder did not scare me." "No," replied Miss Bull indifferently; "I don't suppose it did. I only talked for the sake of talking." Brendon was rather embarrassed how to begin the conversation, espe- ci lly as Margery was present. Some- thing of this showed itself in his man- ner, for Miss Ball drew Mnrgery's handl within her own and nodded af- fably. "Miss Watson is the head of the house," she said. "Do you come to see her or me, Mr. Brendon?" "I come to see you," said George, , hoping she would send the incon- venient third away. But she did noth- ing of the sort. "In that ease Margery can stop as my friend, Mr. Brendon. Anything you say before her will go no further. She .keeps my secrets." Margery stooped and kissed the old • maid's hand. Miss Bull patted her head and turned cheerfully to her visit- ! or. "Yes. Mr. Brendon?" she said is an interra:. ntive mermen. Agilin George felt awkward, but judged it best to plunge into the middle of the matter and get it over :1s soon as possible. "You called to see a certain Mr. Ire- land," he said, "about the lease of this house. I have come to ask you why you did so." Miss Bull stopped patting Mar;gery's hand and her lips tightened. "I don't see what business that is of yours," she said tartly. "On the face of'it, Miss Bull, I admit. that the question sounds impertinent. But I am anxious to learn something about Mrs. Jersey's early life, and since you know something"— "I know nothing," interrupted Miss Bull quickly, "absolutely nothing. I came here as a boarder many years ago, and, as is my custom, I kept my- self to myself. ;Madame and I did not get on well together. She was not a lady." Evidently it was impossible to learn ' anything from so secretive a woman. : Nevertheless George tried another tack. "Do you know it Mrs. Jersey left any writings behind her?" He asked this beenuse it Strunk him • that Mrs, Jersey might have been ; tempted to write out her relations With the Vane faffiily'. Itfiss Bull 'did riot reply to this ques- tloft herself. "That is not my bust- Toatotvro, Ort.. ness," she said, "Miss Watson took rOsseeslOn of bey .•• „ --*, Consumption is, in thousands of cases, nothing more or less than the final result of a neglected cold. Don't give this terrible plague a chance to get a foot -hold on your system. If you do, nothing will save you. Take hold of a cough or cold immediately by using DR. WOOD'S NORWAY PINE SYRUP. The first dose will. convince you that it will cure you. Miss Hannah F. 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He stared at her pinched, white face and wondered if it wotild be any good ap- pealing to that love of rounanee which is inherent in the heart of every wom- an. Old and withered as Miss Bull was she might soften under the influence of a love tale. Brentlon disliked telling his business ..to strangers, especially anything regarding Dorothy, whom he looked upon as a sacred vestal not to be lightly mentioned. But he could not speak in the presence of the girl Mar- gery. She was such a sullen animal that to mention his love in her pres- ence would be like casting pearls be- fore swine. Ile therefore turned to Miss Bull, who stood with folded hands, eying him frigidly. "If I could see you alone," said Brendon. :Miss Bull cast a shrewd glance at him, rapidly made up her mind and told Margery to go. The girl looked at him tigerishly, as she was evidently jealous, and sulkily withdrew. "Miss Bull," said George deliberately, "what I am about to tell you, being my own private business, I must ask you to keep to yourself. I am engaged to be married." "Indeed, and what interest can that have for me, Mr. Brendon?" "This much. I am anxious for cer- tain information, and from what Mr. Ireland said you alone can give it. To put the thing in a nutshell, I am in love, and you can forward my mar- riage if you will." "Who is the bride, Mr. Brendon?" said Miss Bull. "She is not a bride yet. She never may be," replied the young roe gloom- ily, "for if she does not become my wife she will accept no one else. I can trust her implicitly. I-Ier name is Dor- othy Ward." Miss Bull rose. with an ejaculation, and her face grew red. "Is her mother the Honorable Mrs. Ward who married Lord Itansome's son?" "Yes. Do you know her?" asked George, surprised at her emotion. "I have heard of her," replied Miss Bull. resuming her seat with feigned COURTESY AND KINDNESS. What culture is to the scholar, and what pefumoisGoaflower, that cour- may is to agentleman.Kindness make s tine youth a happiness maker. Courtesy is a delicate exhalation that sweetens the atmosphere. Good will diffuses itself in a genial. glow. It has been said that is gentleman is for his companion's minds what au easy chair and a warm fire are for the body, It makes the youth consider the rights of others; and once the law of kiuduess is faxed in the heart, it manifests itself in good -fellow- ship, wholesome cordiality, and those refined attentions that go to make a youth popular among his companions. Oue day a friend asked a freshman in Harvard College why the boys always cheered a certain professor. Now, the freshman had never considered that point before, and he jumped at an answer; and he gave the right one: "Oh, he is so kind it always seems good to leave him around." Some people call courtesy a minor grace. Bat how can teat virtue be little that Iifted a professor to a throne and made him loom high abave bis fellows? - Remember that ronghuess is a sign of weakness. Some men are so harsh that their softest word is a blow. There are blunt, brutal men who ride roughshod over their fellows and comps:aious, and they say, -Oh. you musn't mind are! Is is a way I have!" Suppose a porcupine were to say, "Don't mind my quills; it's a way I have." A hedgehog has its way but the way is very had. Bad manners, sarcasm and disregard of the rights of others are great faults. R•,rnember that one yellow stain ruins a marble, one blank spot in the eiling rains the fresco, and one great fault, like the absence of courtsey, can injure character, threaten prosperity, and halve one's influence and success.—Rev. Newell Dwight Hillis. "iVhat have you been dolma?" indifference, but with barely concealed agitation. "Dorothy, \Vara. A hand- sonde • girl. I -have seen her• in the park." "She is as good as she is beautiful," cried Bretidon enthusiastically. "I'll take your word for that," said Miss Bull in a softer tone. "Mr. Bren- don, I will help you. Don't ask me - why. Perhaps it is on account of your romance. perhaps because—because"-- her hand eiiuched itself, and she fought down an outburst—"no mnttcr. I will do what I can to forward the marriage. What do you wish to know?" "About Mrs. Jersey." "In relation to Lord Derrington?" "Yes. He was the landlord of ibis house, I believe." "He uvas and is. It was leased to Mrs. Jersey, furniture and all, by the year." "By the year," saki Brendon, sur- prised. "Why not a seven years' lease in the ordinary lealyf" (To be continued.) Don't Nag. (S. E. Kiser.) If you wish to help the world a little in your humble way. 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Another thing the mer- chants who advertise are the ones who make it possible for us to get a good local paper and the men or firms who are too penurious to advertise and help sup- port the local press have no right to the farmer's patronage. I propose hereafter to patronize a live advertiser and a roan. who does his share in supporting the local press, thns•contributing to my sup- port, rather than buy of the man who proposes to take all and give nothing in. return. If farmers as a class world sup- port their friends the other fellow would soon go out of business." Seasonable Symphonies. (Toronto Star ) Do you wake up feeling weary, Iu your mouth a dreadful taste? Is your human outlook dreary? Does your head feel full of paste? Have yoa, ton, that feeling frazzled. When from ort your bed you rise? Are you sort of razzle• dazzled? Aro there specks before your eyes? Does your liver act unruly? Have yon got a frequent thirst? Do your perspirate unduly? With a backache feel accurst? Are there sorts of ringing noises Sounding daily in your ears? Do you hear unwelcome voices? Are you frea.uently in tears? Have you got some sudden flashes? Troubled, too, with frequent chills? Does a leg show cause you blushes? Do you hate to pay your bills? Do you take your gin with hitters? 1) yon like your whiskey clear? Do you hanker much for fritters? Do yon love your lager beer? Do you wobble when you're walking? Does your heart go pit -a -pat? Are you tongue. tied when you're walk- ing? Would you like a new straw hall Are you of your wife forgetful? Your religious duties shirk? Does your ma -in-law seem fretful? Do yon hate to go to work? Does yonr rhemmitiz give twinges? Are your whiskers turning green? Do your knees creak at the hinres, When you at your prayers have been? Dees your winter snit look seedy? Do your feet feel out of place? I. your backyard looking weedy! Have you treckies on you face? Reader, do not let it s^,ate you, Tho' each seems a dreadful thing: Y nn've the symptoms, don't despair, yon Merely show us this is spring. OUTSIDE ADVERTISING Orders for tie. insertion of advertisements Pneh as Wieners wonted, business chinless. mechanics wanted. articles for mile, or in fact any kind of an advt. in any of the Toronto or other city papers. Wray he left at the Tam .» office. This work will reteiv.'pronptnttorltion and will wave people the trrnttdo of rernitttrg for mi,] forwarding advertisemonts. Lowe ,t rates will be quoted on annl•eation. Trate or send your next wcik 'ef this kind to the TIMES OEF.S.CIE. Wiinglia st.