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The Liberal, 13 Sep 1900, p. 3

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liar of such "Ame you the nephew of that same er. Barman?" asked Lord St. Just. "\Vill you wait. sir, one moumnt? If theme are bells of memory. you have set mime all chiming. and their sound is like 'La'ncewood.‘ \Vhy, sir, do you know the very word brings a picture to me." “\Vhat picture?" he asked. wonder- Ingly. "A picture of a broad stone ter- race, with roses and passion flowers climbing the bulust'ra'des, and adark wood in. the far distance. I have dreamed itâ€"I have such strange dreams. I cannot tell you if my uncle emer lived at Lzumewoodâ€"I never hemrd him speak of England at all." lard St. Just, (his wife, and “Harry Bowman" stood looking at each other. Tube boy’s description of the terrace and wood at Lancewood had astound- ed his listeners. An interruption came in the shape of a loud peal at this) door-bell. "That is the doctor." said the boy. 'It is his ring. Shall I fetch him in here? He will tell you directly who I am." "No," replied Lord St. Just, quick- ly. Let the mysteryâ€"the secretâ€"be what it mighlt, he would name! no ex- pose; he would shield his wife with his latest breath even. “No. it is not needf'ul.” he continued. “I call- Iyd. toi me the doctor and! to talks this lady home. I will come againâ€"it is groaning latefi' "Will you come again," said the boy appealing to Vivien. 'Yes," she replied, faintly, “I will always be; your friend. I shall come again." Lomd St. Just saw the boy hold up his fame, as though Vivien were in the habit of embracing him. He could not tell why, but something in the action made the blood in his veins boil. Then he saidâ€" "Are you ready to go. Vivian? Our wrriage is at the doorâ€"ave can dis- miss the cab." "Did you follow me here ?" she aslked ~43!an has had never heard her voice so pitilessly stern. “Yesâ€"and I would follow you any- where, Vivien, even to the ends of the wrtlh‘, if I could be of use to you." He placed her in the carriage, the beloved wife of whom he had been 30 would; he look-ed at her with un- He placed her in the carriage, the beloved wife of whom he had been so proud; he look-ed at her with un- speakable anguish in his face. Then he thoughtâ€""There is something wrongâ€"mot with Lancewood, as I fancied, but with her." He must shield hem. Even this little scene might cause remarksâ€"he must save her from them. "V‘Vba t nu ma "I came to the doctor on a. matter of business, Vivien." he said. “I will just Datum for a few minutes if you do not mind waiting." "You will not discuss what hasjust passed 2" she said, in. a 10W, hoarse voice that he hardly teco-gmized as here. \V er. “Yes. I thought so." replied the doctor. Lard St. Just continuedâ€" "Lady St .Justdid not want her name to ba knownâ€"she did not want any fuse or ceremony-so she called harself Mrs. Smith. I have been laughing about iLâ€"l.udy St. Just has sunh a dread of ceremony." In all ‘good faith tha doctor appear- ed to accept the explanation; in reality he said to himself that it was a strange affair. Lord St. Just went onâ€" "I find you amé quite light, doctor -Lady St. Just has a protege here â€"â€"y0ung‘Heury Dorman. His uncle â€"Lady St. Just did not want her family. and she knew the boy’s moth- "As nu wifie was coming here this dimming. I thought I would take the opportunity of ageing you about those teLesco‘pesâ€"then I could drive her hung" The doctor's doubts and suspicions almost died before the matter-of- fact. commonpsace explanation. If CHAPTER XLVII.â€"Continu:e»d Through Storm and Sunshine that you used. her husme knew she was conning. knew that she called herself Mrs. Smith. and was ready to drive her home. there could be no secret, no mystery. "Lady St. Just is in the carriage, doctor. Would you lillm to see her 3" “Very much." szgizl Dr. Lester; and, following Lond St. Just. hm saw a beautiful woman, pale as a lify-leaf. Her husband introduced the doctor in {law words. She bowed to hilml most graciously. "Your name and fume are both known to me, Dr. Lester.” she said, with the cmurteous grace that ahl'Imctuerizcd her. "I shall be very pleased to welcome you at Harley Houseâ€"you see I have been masque- rading somewhat at yours.” Dr. Lester lulug'hed, simply because he did not kmow what to say. “I knew the mother of young Dor- nmn very Wlell,” she continued; "and him uncle was a Valued friend of my father's. I have been several times to see himâ€"brat: he knows mat only as Mrs. Smith. I did mot tell him my nameâ€"I dislike all fuss and ceremony. I thought perhaps the bays might tease him:" I Then. with well-bred grace that dis- guised all his anguish of heart, Lorrd St. Just joined in the conversation, and after a. few minutes the doctor bowed his adieu. and the carriage roll- ed away. All Bard been calm, well-bred, easy. graceful, as though no tragedy lurked beneath. “Now I wonder," said Dr. Lester to himself as he sat in. his studio. “if that is really all as right as it seems to be? Her lat-dyship laughed, and his londrship jested; but she was very pale. and his hands shook. Thank Heaven I never married! There can be no- peaoae, no security, where there is a woman. Good Heaven,” he cried aloud, for it ‘hiad suddenly occurred 'to hLm, "how. much alike they were, her ladyehip and young Dormant Now I oome'to think of it, there is 0. wonâ€" derful likenessâ€"the self-same curve about the lips; the same beautiful chin; and-113$ uncle was secretary at her father's house. Hi) Ihas her face. Heaven keep me from thinking evilâ€" I wish to be at peace with all men. I am glad nothing ever tempted me to get married. I have an idea that this will end queerly." So mused the doctor while Lord and Lady St. Just drove home togetherâ€" drvove through sunlit streets, while the soft summer air floated round them, seated side by side, but for the first time estranged. He was thinking of the hour when he saw her first, weeping passionate teams in the ruins by the Rhine. He thought of her refusal to marry him while Lancewood was a prey to the spoilersJâ€"of her refusal afterwards, even when. Luneewood was her ownâ€" of her sudden. relenting in his favor. It came home to him thenâ€"a, certain strong conviction that there was a mystery in his wife's life which she had always kept from him; and now, cost what it would, he would know it. He spoke no word to her during bhzxt homewamd drive, while she oc- cupied himself in. revolving that she would rathea‘ suffer death rather than betray her secretâ€"rather than yield up La novewood. "Vivien." said Lord St. Just, when: he and his wife had reached home, "1 will come to our boudoir. I wish‘ to speak to you." “Not now," she replied quickly. "Yes, now. if you please. I will fol- low you." She went to her roomâ€"the pretty little room prepared for her with such lavislh generosity. She threw off the dank cloak 5nd vail which had so little served her purpose. The mass of darlk‘ Blhllllllillvg hair fell in pictures- que disorder over her stately figure. “What am I to do." she cried, with clenched hands and trembling lipsâ€" "what can Ido? I will die rather than yield." She drew her stately figure to its full height as her husbrmd entered. But it was no proul, angry man she had to meet-his face was pale and sad. He went Up to her and took both her hands in his. “ Vivien, my beloved," he said. “this is the first cloud that has become be- tween usâ€"the first estrangement that has arisen. Darling, it must not con- tinuaâ€"we must end it.” ~ " I am quite willing." he said, touch- ed. by his tenderness." "It wouldbe easier for flowers to live withofit sunshine and. dew, than for CHAPTER XLVIII me to live at variance with my wife." he remarked gravely. she said. "Yet, my darling, “I must say what I think. Ah, Vivien. there has always been a sealed corner in your heart, -â€"-a. secret kept from me! I can trace it thromgh your life. It was that which, preying on your mind, has late- ly changed your whole characterâ€"«it is of that secret you Whisper in your sleep, and over which you brood con- tinually in your waking hours. Vivien, the time has come when I must know what it meansâ€"what it is." She knew now that further disguise was useless. He had observed her too keenly to be mistaken. It would he folly to deny that she had a secret. She raised her white face to his. “ I do not deny that there is a sec- ret," she said, “but, Adrian, it does not concern you. You have no share in it, and I decline to tell it to you.” "You must." he replied, steruly. " This is otur first disagreement, Vi- vienâ€"our first struggle for suprem- acy. You owe me at least wifely sub- missionâ€"you have never refused it. You must not refuse it nowâ€"you must tell me your secret." “I refuse absolutely," she said. “I tell you again that it does not con- cern yofuâ€"you have no share in itâ€"no right. to ask to know it.“ “Nevertheless, I do ask. I can see some little way into it, but not far. Your secret concerns Lancewood, and it has also something to (110 with this boy whom you have been visiting.” She started, and then controlled her- self. It Seemed to her that her whole life depended now on her self-posses- sion, on her self-control. " If you rerflus/e to tell me your sec- ret, if you refiuse to give me your con- fidence, you cannot surely refuse to tell me who that boy is 'l” " I do refuse,” she answered. He drew her nearer to him. " Ah, beloved,“ he said, "do not be so cruel, so hardâ€"do not be unjust! W9 are husband and wife. We have but one heart. one soul, one love, one interest between us. I would tell you the dearest secret 01f my soul. Why do you shut me out in; the chill of doubt and suspicion? W'ho is the boy W’ '7 He told you himself, Adrian," she replied. "But yotu know that story IS not true. He is no nephew of poor Dor- man’s, I am quite sure 0116 that. Why did he speak so strangely? I shall never forget his words." ’ It was strange that he should. as it were, beat round the secret, yet nev- er s‘uspect itâ€"that, while he felt sure it concerned both Lancewaod and the boy, he should never connect the two. “I do not understand,” she said, coldly, " why you should refuse to be- lieve him. Surely it is no uncommon thing to have a nephew." " It is your conduct which is uncom- mon,” replied' Lord St. Just, "not the fact at poor Dorman having a ne- phew. If he be, as he says, Gerald Dorman’s nephew, why have you nev-_ er mentioned him to me?I Why have you kept his very existence a mys- ttary from me? \Vhy haVe you gone to see him under a false name? Why does the fact of his existence prey upon you like a secret curse? You think,” he continued passionately, “it is chance that has led me to see and to notice all these things. I tell you, Vivien, it is» the finger of heaven. An- swer me one thingâ€"you, my wife, you whom Ibelieved one of the purest, Suffered Terrlbly with a Volient Form of Itching, Protrudlng Pllos Escaped I Dangerous and Painful Operation, and Was Thoroughly Cured by While scores of thousands of people in all walks of life are being cured of the miseries and discomforts of itching piles by using Dr. Chase‘s Ointment, comparatively few are so considerate of the welfare of others as to help to make known this wonderful prepara- tion. The following letter from a Meth- odist minister, yi'lgo is ineld in hjgh es- LA” OQISI. lullualun, vv uv n. -9... _._ .wu , teem in central Ontario, where he is well known, represents the experience of very many ministers and others who recognize in Dr. Chase's Ointment the only actual cure for piles and itch- ing skin diseases. ister. Oonseoon, Prince Edward Coun- ty, 0nt., Statesâ€"“I was troubled with No physdnian or druggim womd itching and bleeding piles for years think focra momant of reCommendLng and they ultimately atlained to a very any other - preparation than Dr violent form. Large lumps or 21ch Chase’s Ointment as a cure [or p11“. see formed so tlnt it was with great It is the only remendy which has. diffioulty and considerable pain that never yet been known to {mil to cum .1 was abla to stool. At this severe [piles of any form. 60 cents abox at crisis I purchased a. box of Dr. Chase's all dealers or Eclmansom Bates &'00 pintment. but I had little or no Toronto. " mmuam'ly anuoten. Then we will not be at variance; A WNISWR’3 EXPERIENGE. i Dr. Chase’s Ointment. A. Duptau. Mgphodist min.- best, and noblest of women. “answer me one thing. If that boy is Gerald Dorman‘s nephew. how comes he to have your face? I repeat itâ€"your face the curve at your Lips, the shape of your featuresâ€"how came he by those!“ He stopped abruptly, for the pale, beautiful woman had slipped from his arms and fallen like one dead to the ground. der At any other time Lord St. Just would have been terribly alarmed, now his fears were lost in anxious won- What was this secret that she perâ€" sisted in withholding? What could it be? Had Gerald Dorman contracted a private marriage, and left his child to the care OJ Lady St. Just? There was neither sense nor reason in sup- pming such a thingâ€"that would not explain the mystery 005 the resemb- lance between this boy and. Vivien. "W'ho would have thought," said the unhappy nobleman, " that I should ever have such a sorrow as this? Only a few short weeks since. I considered myself one of the happiest of men, and nowâ€"” He raised the pale, lovely woman in his arms, and laid her on the couch; he bathed her face with fragrant waâ€" ters, and opened the windows so that the fresh sweet air might play over her; yet even as he rendered her these . . f‘ ' servnces his heart mt warm to her. He loved her none the less; but it was not in human nature to forget he had loved her with all his hlonest heart. He had devoted himself to her, he had lived for her, and her alone, and now he had fiownd that she was keeping a secret from himâ€"that, while he thought himself saul of her soul, he had never even known her thoughts â€"that one part of her mind and heart was barred from him. It was not pleasamt; no man living no matter how much he might trust and love his wife, would care to look upon her face and know that she was keeping a secret from him. ‘ 'Vivien, my darling." he murmured. “‘what is this dark horror between us? My wife. my love, trust me." Lord St. Just bent down and kissed his wife's pale face. Her dark eyes opened slowly. He was shocked at the pain and despair in them. »' Do you really lore me. Adrian" she asked. “ Du you love me enough to care to keep me alive 7" " My dearest, Vivien, most certainly. What do I care for in life except yourself '2" “ Then, If you love me, cease to ask me any more questions. The secret is not all mine; you have no share in it; so I cannot tell it to youâ€"I will not reveal it. If you love me, cease from speaking of it." "No," said Lord St. Just. "1 am certain of one thingâ€"no wife has a right to keep such a secret from her husband; moreover I am quite sure that the hand of Providence has led me so far, and will lead me still fur- ther, even if you refuse to tell me. Now I shall consider it my duty to find out what you have chosen to conceal. In all sincerity, in all sor- row, Isay still more-there can nev- er be peace between us until you have trusted me fully and entirely. We may sit at the same table, live under the same roof, but we shall be almost as strangers until you have told me all." faith in it.. as I had tried various re- medies befcxre and to no purpose. “Now, imagine how great and joyous was my surprise to find that just the one box cured me, so that the lumps disappeared and also the external swelling. I feel like a different man to-day and have not the least doubt that Dr. Ch-asse’s Ointment saved me from a very dangerous and painful operation and many years of suffer- ing. It is with the greatest pleasure and with. a' thankful heart that I give this testimonial, knowing that Dr. Chase‘s Ointment has done so much for me. You are at parwa liberty to um this testimonial ‘as you see fit for the benefit of other: \similarly afflicted." To Be Continued The Best of Advice TO THOSE WHO FEEL SICK. WEAK OR DEPRESSED. ill-as Belle Column. of “hue llock nlllls, Nu" Tells Ilon‘ She Ilegulnecl llenllh and AdvIu-i Ollu‘rs to Follow llel' Example. From the Acadien \Volfville, N.S. At “'hite Rock Mills within sound of the noisy swish of the Gasperetm. river, is a pretty little cottage. In this cottage there dwells with her parents, Miss Belle Cohoon, a very bright and attractive young lady who takes a lively interest in ull the church and society work of the little village. A short time ago an Acadian nepresentative called upon Miss 00- hoon for the purpose of ascertaining. her opinion of Dr. \Villiams‘ Pink Pills â€"â€"wh.ich remedy he had been informed she had been using. He was very cor- dially received and f-ound b‘oth Miss Cohoon and her mother most enthus- iastic and ardent friends of the great Canadian remedy which is now so un- iversally used throughout the world. We give below in essentially her own words, Miss Cohoon‘s story: " Three years ago this spring my health was very much run down. I had not been feeling well for some time and when spring opened up and the weather became warmer my con- dition became worse. The least ex‘ ertion exhausted me and was follow- ed by an awful feeling of weakness and a rapid palpitation of the heart. I seemed to lose my ambition, and a feeling of langour and sluggishness took its place. My appetite failed. me- nmd my sleep at night was dis- turbed and restless. In fact I was in a very sorry ommtlition. I suffered in this way for some time. Then I be- gan. the use of Dr. William);’ P'Lmk Pills: and they so-om began td work a. uhzmge for the better. My strength‘ and spirits impmved wonderfully. and the. odd feeling of tiredness began to leave me. My appetite returned and my weight increased steadily. By the titans [had used less, than half a (lo-zen boxes I felt stronger thlan‘ I had dome falr years. Since that time whenever I feel the need otf a medi- cine a prompt use of Dr. Williams! Pink Pills has always brought me speedy relief, and Lu future when ail- ing ISlhilll never use anything but these pi.ng and strongly advise others mg 1 shall never use these pills, and stron'gl‘ to follow my example Sulne Argumenti Pro and ('onâ€"Wlml .Vlnny Dread. A strong movement is again being made in favor of reviving the wean of the odious 'hoopskulrt, in direct con- trast to this present clinging style of dress. It is to be hoped that as emphatic and prompt a protest will beVmade against the fashion as: there \vds sevenrul years ago; when Mrs. An‘thur Stanmard’s “JO-bu Strange VVLnteIr," crusade against its adop- tion]. munght 72,000 signers, including wow from every walk in life, from Duchesses to dairy maids. Lady Jeanne, with strict imparti-. ality, had summing to say both' for and 'agaimst the skiilr't. She defend- esd its wear on the ground that it sup- portth the weight of hwvy dram Sklill‘ts and petticoats; and, for a second ammonia, that ht was unique. nlmmly, that "it wouJJd at least do away with spindlerlegged furniture atmd sweep Ithe dmwing room clear. of laimcks.” Germany conquers markets by her “ floating exhibitions,“ which are sent all over the world. A steamev is char- tered by a syndicate of merchants, furnished as an exhibition of their goods, and dispatcheu from port to port. Representatives of the firm go ashore and secpre orders. They speak the language of the country well, dis- tribute samples and catalogues, and so fmrther the interests of the firms. They report to headquarters, and commercial travelers follow in their wake, Besides these exhibition.- there are export associations which main- tain bazaars for showing their war». multitude of foolish, fragile knick- FLOATING EXHIBITIONS THE HOOPSKIRT.

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