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Durham Chronicle (1867), 31 Mar 1904, p. 6

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We have left of Stock:â€" Up to the end of March we have decided to mae our goods move, it selling at Cost will have the effect. For P DUB HA .\I Call and Horse CU'I‘TE RS, SLEIGHS, ROBE and COATS. Machine Oil, Harness Oil, Axle Grease and H001 Ointment, go to >'. P. SAUNDERS BIN DERS, M JACOB KRESS 0 B.‘ JOHN CLARK GUS In? swap SLEIGH, Manuriclér'e'd in Owen Sound, before buying. (McKinn 9 0 mg a month on the road. h )Icment Agency UURHAM AGENCY. aaaatd Bank of Canada. HMO OFFICE, TORONTO 31W!» MD, .‘IOWBI‘S, litinson Flows, Lat mond Smoothing Ml Gnudera. and mm. \Vashers and val Authorized. . 12.000300 1UP ...... 1.000.000 erve Fund ........ 850.000 He laughed. ”With what delightful indiil'erence you say that! You did not think to see me again?" “I hadn’t thought about it.” she an. swered frankly, annoyed by his per- slstence. «.i . HE: LLY, Agent. I “i an unfortunate." he laid. Beneath his free gaze she changed - _ _,, - mammfl. _.__ color. as though the shadow of a rose had touched her face. “You are well?" he continued. “Yes.” '1 “i need not have asked.” His ex- rnl ' are e o e pression conveyed more. so much more she hit her lip impatiently. “How do you like the new part?” __-__-__ _---.... l allowed an Savings Bank fl~~ :n' 3] and upwards. Pro'no' m and angry facility afforded “H living a? a (Ii-stance. l 39 in all principal points in On '1. Quebec, Huxltobu, United States and England. ,\ LWAYS ON HAND FUR SALE. $68 on’a old Stand) The Harnessmaker. SAVINGS BANK the Ferguson fi‘UO‘ on 1‘ winter ONTARIO. “a narrow and Dowseii bushes-s l and coils Deposb nllowo mm ONTARIO 5888 I( DI ay‘ Parks MANAGER )ll Rake rm {alter ill at “Little fool!” murmured Mauvflle, his lips curling scornfully. “The on. is a pastime; the other”-â€"he paused and caught his breixm-‘a passion!” But be kept his appointment with “Do not fail me or the soldier will not transfer his affection: to you!” “If he dared!” And she shook her head defiantly as she tripped away. “What for?” “Mutual service." “Oh!“ dubiously. “A “oman' s 3 933' " “\‘o. ” with atflrnmtixe answer in her eyes. He believed the latter. “We will seal the compact then.” . And he bent over and saluted Mia- lress Susan on the lips. She became' as rosy as the (10“ 01‘s she carried and tapped him playfully wlth them. - “For shame! La! What must you: think of me?” ‘That you are an angel. " - , “How lovely! But I must no.” “In: I no you after the play!" “A truce!” be exclaimed. “Lei us take each other seriously hereafter. Is it agreed ?" She nodded. “Well, le- riously. you can help me and help your- self.” “How?” doubtfully. “Why not be allies?” “I hate her!” snapped Susan, angered by this baiting. No sooner had she spoken than she regretted her outburst. “How you draw one out! I was only joking. though she does have the best parts and'we take what we can get!” “But she’s a lovely girl!” concluded the land baron. Susan's eyes flashed angrily. “How clever of you! You twlst and turn one’s words about and give them a (litterent meaning from what was in- tended. It I wanted to catch you up”â€" TO anl The foot ceased its tracing arid rested firmly on the floor. “You would not be subordinated if she were not in the company? Apart from this, you are fond of her?" “Jealous?” Then, with a frown, 1m itatingly: “Well, she is given promi nence in the plays and”â€" “You are piqued.” he said, watcbin her skeptically. “Not at all,” quickly. startled by h; blunt accusation. “Not a ltlttle jealous?” he persists. playfully. H‘ Ur sh: "Ye-s. her with rogulshly straining servvd m sonw one o ulrmdy m2 don Susan taming you." He drew aside with such deference to permit her to pass that her con- science smote her and she was hall minded to turn and leave him more graciously. but this impulse was suc- ceeded by another feeling. ill defined. the prevailing second thought. Had she looked she would have seen that her fluttering shawl touched his hand and he quickly raised it to his lips. re- leasing it immediately. As it was. she moved on, unaware of the gesture. The orchestra. or. rather. string quar- tet. had ceased; Hans. a host in him- self. a mountain of melody. bowed his acknowledgments; the footlights glar- ed. the din of voices snhslding. and tho curtain rose. 8mm n it “It Is hard to téll yet.” she answered evasively. “You would do justice to any roie. but I prefer you in a historical ox' ro- nmntic play. with the picturesqm- old costumes. 1 (9111'. however. I am de- I sh “Did I not say the world was small. and that we might meet again?" “Of course. We are always meeting people and parting: from them." she replied unconcernedly. Us restless eyes held hers. but his greeting was conventional. 103 back at .the suddenness offltbfiev 12;) counter. His restless eyes held hers- hm his ’1'! W 'ouhf" vo t [mm-Vt “Mr. Mauvllle!" '29 exch timed. dm ally lwttvr for seving you. Mistru "1" said the land baron. You understand? H9 {0110st H3 he )is vva glzlm'e.” she added Susan was nowr averse to tlw truth a Iittln when it purpose. Imus} 3'01] flying disdainfu. m! You came \\‘ell"-light1y-â€" ho was: following: lira pyvg." rvmrth vioiou. My git? tir- d. j Barring the possible danger from tho 9 changed leaseholders. who were undoubtedly of a rose ripe for any mischief. the Journey did . not promise such disconiflture as might ed. ihave been expected. the coach being especially constructed for night trav- His ex- . ellng. On such occasions between the mob more ! seats the space was filled by a large “How do cushion adapted to the purpose, which in this way converted the interior of ans‘vered g the vehicle into it sleeping room or limited dimensions. With pillows to any role. I neutralize the jarring. the land baron cal 01- 1-0- stretched himself indolently upon his (‘Squi- 01¢] ; couch and gazed through the window i am (10. I at the crystalline lights of the heavens. ' 5 while thoughts of leaseholders and deference ' barn burners faded into thin air. XI)‘ t0 809 5U he is hm *116. fence con- half For all weak and pale and thin children Scott’s Emulsion is the most satisfactory treat- ment. Children take to it naturally because they like the taste and the remedy takes just as naturally to the children be- cause it is so perfectly adapted to their wants. Scott’s Emulsion is simply a milk of pure cod liver oil with some hypophosphites especially prepared for delicate stomachs. It is like the penny in the milk because it works and because there is something astonishing about it. When mothers are worried because the Children do not gain strength and flesh we say give them Scott’s Emul- sion. (I is an old time Idairy proverb. It often seems to work though no one has ever told why. H l) “’l‘hou wily limb of tho patron”. “be it 1 “And so give them time to fight me with the lawmakers! But. there carry my portmantean into the library and” ~88 Olot‘fe’s upper lip drew back- “tmch your dog to know me.” And. unpacking the valise, Manville took thm'vl‘rom :1 handsome From-h writing 31:29. “A committee of barn burners, myn- beer, to ask you not to serve any more writs.” “Any callers, Oly-koeks?” carelessly asked the master. â€"u 0‘ At dawn when he Opened his eyes the morning star yet gicaxned with a last pale luster. At the manor, which the patroon shortly reached. the ever wakeful Oiy-koeks was already en- gaged in chopping wood near the kitch- en door. The growling of the bound at his feet called the caretaker’s at- tention to the master’s coming; and. driving the ax into an obstinate stick of hickory. he donned his coat. draw-' ing near the vehicle. where he stood in stupid wonderment as the land baron alighted. f1 WWW l'l‘ “Hadn’t you better wait until morn- mm” 0! ing?” asked the surprised landlord - ”10 NYC“ when the young palroon announced him“! ”10“ his intention of taking an immediate 1“" 51’3"“ departure, “There are the barn burn- ' "”7“““14‘11'3' ers. and traveling at night”- ’ lzi'ig‘llod m: “Have they turned footpads?” was V l"”“““’“"-" the light reply. "Can’t I drive through “a“ “31*“- my own lands? Lot 1119 see one of their , 13m ”8 111 thieving faces”-â€" And he made a sig- i “1'7 “it" 1-“ nlllcant gesture. "Not ride at night! "I“! 14"" *3” These Jacoblns shall not prevent me.” (‘m'l‘t‘d 1” 5‘ 3118:: n, escorting her to me natal, where he bade her good night with a llnger- ing pressure of the hand and ordered his equipage to the.» door. 3 U: [110' H Hy limb of the law.” wrote a. “Do It known by those on art mmmmwd tn amwar I have work for ymlw not 1}: nm- with a writ. as 13.2.1. 'tim) nr any of your ras ally. .: trh-ksf Sand nu- n» du- n yaar own izm-nzp-‘ratP ctle HML Salem“ SCOTT 6: BOWNE, Chemists, Tomato. Ontario. aflc- I“ $1.00: all Witt Be sure that flak Picture ill the form of I label )3 on the __ __ .â€" vâ€"v grip of every haul. o! mufiumm boy. the penny, l. a, a sample free. We will send you pntrnzm and (H.911 U .m. “lug, out as It“ ashes slowly lifted. ncrved hixusnlf for ; Soon the soldier. who” spirited (11:1: vrultclfiéd 1:011". all]: 1 ' " " ' v ' . t Wt; i am e .fo w: ‘ ? do“?”19ml:«llllgiiégl‘gzzgffli: '13:: "‘little the encounter. At the aspect of those 53:1; :voas beyond thebprecincts or vil- hematite eyes. resolute'aithUUgh in at lagehcrutiny. The country road was ease. like a snalse striving to ch hard. although marked by deep cuts an adversary. a he , from traflic during a rainy spell. and two shone in hm gaze and the (.010, the horse's hoofs rang out with ex- flooded her face Mechanically swoop. hilarating rhythm. Regardless of all lug-back the straggling lock of hair. are the distance traversed. the rider she raised herself yet torbore to press the pace. relaxing her eyes. He who . only when. after a considerable inter- tempest of tears shitted uneasxly, even val; he came to another road and drew irritably. from that steady stare until, rein at the fork. One way to the right finding the silence intolerable. he burst ran gently through the valley. apper- out: . «my terminating!!! the luxuriant ro- . arm mat of half recollec- VEQJL ne’eau u. l . W43- “How quixotic!" she thought discou- tentedly. “But Izz- won't catch them." came the consoling; afterthought as she turned to 8901; the ma’nager. By way of answer the other tom-lml his horse deeply with the spur. and the mettlosome animal reared and plunged; then. recalled by the slxzzrp voice of the rider. galloped wildly down the road. Susan observed the sudden departure with mingled emo' tions. “But you're not going to follow them alone?” began Susan. “Oh. dear. I fool quite faint ug am! If you would please help me into the"-â€" ' “Whem did it occur? Down the road you came?" “Ye-es.” Saint-Prosper vaulted into the sad- dle. “Tell the manager to see a mag- istrate.” he said. "I can’t tell how long I was uncon- scious.” said the seemingly hysterical young woman. “but I hurried here as soon as l recovered myself.” “When did it happen 1’” As he spoke the young mam left the veranda. Graz- lngx coutontvdly near the porch was his horse. and Saint-Prospor’s band now rested on the bridle. i ' ':\\'hit is the matter. \Ilss Duran?" «suspwcting very little “as the matter, 1' for Susan was nothing if not all of a twitter. ° “Constance has been carried at!” “Carried 011’!” He regarded her as if T he thought she had lost henscnses. “Yes. abducted!” “Abducted! By whom 2’” “lâ€"I did not see his face!" she gasp. ed. “And it is all my fault! I asked her to take a walk! Oh. what shall I do?" wringing her hands in anguish that was half real. “We kept on and onâ€"it was so pleasantâ€"until we had passed far beyond the outskirts of the village. At a turn in the road stood a coach. a cloak was thrown over my head by some one behindâ€"I must have faintedâ€"and when I recovered she was gone. 011. dear! Oh. dear!” were red, the hue of sin, and she threw them on tlw swan] and uncon- I sciously rubbed hvr bands on her dress. seiously rubbed her hands on her dress. Still she lingered. however. vaguely mindful she was adding to her burden of ill doing. but tinally again started slowly toward the village. hurrying as she approached the hotel, where she encountered the soldier on the veran- da. Her distressed countenance and haste proclaimed her a messenger of disaster. “Oh. dear! Oh. dear!" she exclaimed excitedly. “Where is Mr. Barnes?" So she stopped at tracted by the brilllz en's. humming as 81 but ever and anon guiltily. The absurd her that the bright to divert Slispicinu from herself. The curling lips strzxielm-xml. She turned abruptly and lmsumoll tm'ard the town. But her footsteps soon lagged and she [mused thoughtfully. "If I reach the hotel too soon," she murmured, “they may overtake him.” “Constance has been carried of I” EVERAL bleak days were fol. lowed by a little June weather in October. A somnolent influ- ence rested everywhere. Above the undulation of land on the horizon were the clouds. like heavenly hills. reflecting their radiance on those earth- ly elevations. The celestial mountains and valleys gave wondrous perspective to the outlook. and around them lay an ntmosimere unreal and idyllic. CHAPTER XI. \V 'ol'ds fall from the smil- -}.'(-.~' bevnmv thoughtful fell to her side. It 0c- n 5210 would be oblig‘d :2011 from herself. 'lhe leil; In 'nml. She turned lmswncd toward the 9d at the wayside, at- brilliant cardinal flow» as she plucked them. anon glancing around t nought came to mtuznn blossoms matter, u ‘vuâ€"uv. 5 ea with the assurance of the power pre-empted by the land barons. More- over. the task was half accomplished. and it would be idle to recede now. “Why couldn't the patroon have re- mained content with his bottle?" he grumbled. “But his mind must needs run to this frivolous and irrational pro- ceeding! There's something reasonable in pilfering a purse. hut carrying 011‘ a womanâ€" Yet she's a handsome bag- gage." ' ' '1 he soldier without a moment’s hes- itation. thrust the pamphlm insidv his coat. flung himsvlf on his horse and. turning from the market place. dashed down the road. and Incidentally attracted the atten- tion of his master. Across the somber mask of melancholy was traced in buoyant hand the name of the young actress. “Dinna ye, ken i'ni listening?” impa- tiently retorted the other with a fierce frown. The soldier’s impatience and anger were ready to‘ leap forth at a word. iIe wheeled fiercely upon the weedy Scot to demand peremptorily the in- formation so nncivilly withheld. when a gust of wind blowing something light down the road caused his horse to shy suddenly and the rider to glance at what Irad frightened the animal. After a brief scrutiny he dismounted quickly and examined more attentively the ob- ject, a pamphlet with a red cover. upâ€" on which appeared the printed design of the conventional Greek masks of tragedy and comedy. and beneath the tile. “The Honeymoon." The bright binding. albeit soiled by the dusty road. and the fluttering of the haves in the breeze bad startled the horse and incidentally attracted the atten- I‘IIUS. nwsthvn In the historic market place. as Saint- Prosper rode down the street, were as- sembled a number of loaseholders of both sexes and all ages listening to the flowing tongue of a rustic speech- mulwr. This forum of the people was slultivd by :1 sextet of; Well grown virus. 'l‘lw platform of the local Do- After impatiently riding an hour or more the horseman drew near the pa~ troon village, a cluster of houses amid the hills and meadows. “To the patroon. village. There’s a reform orator there today and a barn burners‘ camp fire.” Without waiting to thank his inform- uut, Saint-Prosper pulled his horse quivkly around. He had gone no inconsiderahle dis- tance when his doubts were abruptly confirmed. Reaching an opening. bright as tho chapel of a duvkenod monastery. be discerned a tan). :' in a backboard apprmchiug from th- opposite dlrvcâ€" (ion. The swift Dam of the rider and f0 rk treat. On the on .oar the romi ividual whu Which thoroughfare had the coach taken? Dismounting. the young man hastily examined the ground. but the earth was so dry and firm and the tracks of wheels so many it was impos- sible to distinguish the old marks from the new. Even signpost there was none. The roads diverged. and the sol- dier could but blindly surmise their destination. selecting after some hesio tation the thoroughfare running into the gorgeous autumnal painted forest. the leisurely Jog or the team soon nought them toget). r. “Dial you pass :1 mac-h down the "and." asked the sox'im'. . “Nu-a,” said the 1. rmer deliberately .:5 his fat horses Elstiuctively stood stock still; “didn’t pass nobody.” “Where does the other road at the liaise, while the other, like a windin'g. murky stream. stretched out over a more level tract of land. m’nm tun l a ; go?” ll CHAPTER X 11. ich 1H 0C I1 in human-$5” i1 of the gathering. :1 tall, beetling in- t~Prospcr address- ‘se near the wood- ed for a fence. Greek masks of and beneath the n." The bright l by the dusty ng of the leaves urtlod the horse corner near the signuimnt source. A mm is c; 'causo the first expense Is the l: bping no cost of maintenance. The in‘wstigntinn C Spring or rivulet may Valuable sapply of mm or domestiv purpnsvx. quantity [3 often ob! stalling a ran at man significant mum A ...‘ um, recognizing hi \‘(histler had gone :im’ited him to an 500k his umbrella. found it. but also ! of having mw mar: which hm) ln-cn "n' (‘13! bam'fit the dz: he saw that the lit: which “'histler h: put on he had one wiped off againkâ€"I‘ The Reader. The Dramatic Manner at It- Finish and an Antlellmax. Whistler was one day visited by a " 't‘oreign artist. an old acquaintance. J. fwith whom Whistler had not as yet lquarreled. He was received with gen- l fuine cordiality. and. artist-like, he ran ) F round the studio looking at everything. . 1 One small picture seemed to charm him : ‘especially, and he said, “Now that is l I one of your good ones." “Don't look at , it. dear boy.” said Whistler airily. "it's ' not tinished." “Finished!” said the visitor. “Why. it is the most carefully finished picture of your: that l have .ever seen." “Don't look at it!" per- [sisted Whistler. “You are doing in- justice to yourself, you are doing in- justice to my picture. and you are do- ing injustice to me!" The visitor looked bewildered. when Whistler, in a the- atrical tone. cried out: “Stop! I'll finish [it now!" Then he procured a very small camel's hair brush. fixed it on a I long and slender handle. mixed it little speck of paint on his palette dipped the tip of his brush into it. and then. standing 0! from his picture and with the. action of a fem-er with his rapier. he lunged forward and touched the picture in one spot with his pigment. . “Now it’s finished." sa id be. “Now you may look at it." This was all highly dramatic. and indeed very well acted. but. as in the case or some stage plays. the final act of Whistler's performance proved to be an antit-limax. The for- eign artist took his leave. but. finding that he had left his umbrella lli‘llllld him. called for it next d8", 11... um“- :3 ; Scruggs finished his cup. “You see. we’re provided for.” he began. Here the bottle fell from his hand. ‘ 3119 turned her head away, and. not disconcerted by her curt refusal. he drew a wicker box from beneath a seat and opened it. His reference to a “bite and a drop” was obviously fig- urative, especially the “drop.” which grew to the dimensions of a pint, which he swallowed quickly. Perhaps the flavor of the wine made him less at- tentive to his prisoner, for as he lifted the receptacle to his lips she thrust her arms through the window and a play book dropped from her hand. a possi- ble clew for any one who might follow the coach. For some time she had been awaiting this opportunity. and when it . She turned her In disconcerted by he drew a wicker b0: seat and opened it- “It's lunch time and over. With your permission. I’ll take a bite and a dmp. Will you join me?” “It’ll come out all right, madam; all right for both of m!" Which indeed was his thought. She believed him un- settled. bereft of reason. and, although he was manifestly growing less hos- tile, his surveillance became almost unbearable. At every moment she felt him regarding her like a lynx and en- deavored therefore to keep perfectly still. What would her strange wax-(let do next? It was not an alarming act, however. He consulted a massive watch. remarking: As he watched her out of the corner of his eye. weighing doubt and uncer- tainty, new ideas assailed him. After all she had spirit. courage! Moreover. the was an actress. and the patroon was madly in love with her. This sally put him in better temper with himself. She was holiness, and he experienced a churlish satisfaction in her condition. “Do you call that nothing? You have the approximate causeâ€"cum cauuns. Was it Cupid? No. for. lik. Bacon. your sex’s ‘fantastiqal’ charm. move me not." “You asked where we were driving? Across the country. \Vhat is the mean- ing of thisâ€"outrage. I believe you call- ed it? All actions spring from two sourcesâ€"Cupid and cupizlity. The rest of the riddle you’ll have to guess." “But you have told me nothing,” lb. replied. “Perhaps you will tell me the mean- lnz of this outrage: Your smother-int rueâ€"forcing me into this coachâ€"and driving awayâ€"where ‘1" .l ,ddefl “'3‘”.- “Who are you?" she demanded breathlessly. - “That's an incriminating question. ma'nm.” he replied. “Make the best of It!” be exclaimed peremptorlly. “I'm not to be trined with." In her dazed condition she probably did not hear his words, or it she did set no meaning to them. Her glance. however, strayed to the narrow win- dow and then wandered hack to the well worn interior or the coach. Sud- denly. as the startling realization of her position came to her. she uttered a loud cry. sprang toward the door and. with nervous'flngers. strove to open it. The man placed a detaining hand On her shoulder and roughly thrust her toward the seat. mtigzltiun of a m rivulet um: bring to WHISTLER PICTURE 1 wr u lii‘fit day. The e nizing him. told him that [To m: mwmmm.) :rgmsvs. A surprising ion obtainable by in- ut somv seemingly in- 9. A mm is cheap. be- xponse is the last. there maintenance. and It In mm the ram reqnlm day little had my bring to light a water for gardening Is have. but. [1' his umbrella h wine made him less at- prisoner, for as he lifted to his lips she thrust he: the window and a play Olit told him that Mr. t for the day. hut ') the studio and m went there and 3.: the opportunity m; at the picture 620d” for his spa. vaore. and tin-n dab of wet paint so dramatically 'nrd st'rUDUIOUS" derick Keppel h Simply. a “981de M The 811' m p icr. ml the figment. ’L‘ 0“! 590“ UGH MACKAY. Land \ almupr and Lie car for the County 0! Grey 1 m to and notes cashed \o Auctioneer for the Con 83106 promptly attended to. "silence or write tn Allan Orders mny be left u the Cl d _ fioneer fur the (‘uunty 0‘ ”(My attended :0. Urde OI “I Implement Warerogm ‘ Child. or u the Chrome“ d Billed Auctioneer for t Guy. Laud Vuluumr, Buili Dimiou. Court Substad nll mtg: attended to. 1mm ' if required. 3 Key. 9. 03. L‘ er. (I-ouveyam-m. etv. ‘0 10:11.0“ amounts an kipdr collected on (Ufllnli Mt tlnd sold. lnsural (loo-Inclieuzie’b Old Town. Durhw. Ont. 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