The Leader., January 09, 1903, Image 2

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A Phonetic Similarity.
your
groove. Jure smiled at and*s
MSo you are going U> take
him, yet all the time longe*>r Christ­
airship and go home?”
mas, when she would tell I definitely
“ I am,” answered the aeronaut.
not
that she could never be morP him than
“ Simply because funds are
a friend, and, after that, tfc would be
no more talk of love making marrying. ,0?r”
* ?" You have in your own
In November, Mrs. KiverPUght a se- language, if I rcmciuwv.
rem em b er —
it ----
« * [? < £ !* ’
v.-re mill. Which nettle,I on I lung*. She
wh)(h gayg Money makeB
was obliged to remain in f room, and
P
blow.’ ” — Washington Star.
suffered from a harassing>ugh. lo w j
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came uich day to inquiregter the in-
coughs and colds there i i no be *
valid, and to bring her everielieaoy that me<}icine than Piso’s Cure for Cons
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was procurable, and the chest tiovvers. ^ on> Price 25 c e n t s . _______ _
O m day Mrs. R iv e n t m • t o r a w d l
Appropriate.
about herself that she rested to speakl
church will
She wrote and fixed a tii for Tom to J A New York --------
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come to her, and made au:cuse to send [ ll8 various activities in oue \Dtg s . '
June out. And, when he .we, she said SCraper. There seems to
e
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all to him that was in her art—between thing appropriate in c^liT^ne^ A* ¡a
tears and sighs and gasp* sobs wrung ( ing
to
skyscrapers.— Phliaaeipu»»
from her by the thought • her darling s j Ledger.
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sufferings and of the futire which she
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*rtn«inw’s Sooth-
would not he there to knar or guide.
j
Mothers will fina
% , use j o r their
C H A P T E R IX .
Mrs. Trevanion and Dallas had lunched
and were sitting in the pretty, shady
drawing room in London. Dallas had
unbosomed himself entirely to his dear
friend—had told her all his story, some
parts of it twice over.
'H a v e you told me all?” says Mrs. T re ­
vanion, presently.
‘‘A ll.’*
H e hud not said anything about having
kissed June; but, after all, that wus a
mere detail.
‘ ‘And you did not tell her that you
loved her or hint a word about marriage?”
‘ ‘No. O f course, she could see by my
manner that---- ”
“ O f course.” smiles Mrs. Trevanion,
thinking how very unmistakable Dal’ s
manner is when he is in love. ‘‘And you
think that she-----”
Dallas nods, and looks the least bit shy.
‘ ‘Does it sound very conceited to say
so ?”
‘ ‘It is just possible,” observes Mrs. T re­
vanion, with a lurking smile, ‘‘that she
may have taken a fancy to you. But if
you have given your word to your cou­
sin---- ”
Dallas frowns and opens and shuts his
cigarette case with a snap, which is a
trick of bis when worried and perplexed.
‘‘ But she assured me positively that she
never, never would marry Tom.”
“ W hat made her tell you that?”
“ Oh, something I said about hoping she
would let me come when she was mistress
at the Hull.”
“ And, after that your cousin went
away, and you two were thrown together,
mid—by the way, Dal, what was his
another thinking about?”
“ She doesn’t want Tom to marry Miss
l l i vers.”
“ Oh!” Mrs. Trevanion sees at once how
-the land lies. “ Why not?”
“ M y aunt is a very ambitious woman,
you know; she wants Tom to marry what
she calls well! Tom has lots o f money,
and this girl is the sweetest, most charm­
ing creature in ull the world, and a per­
fect lady, and yet his mother don’t think
her good enough.”
“ Then what would your mother think?”
asks Mrs. Trevanion, quietly.
“ She would bo dead against it, of
course. But one doesn’ t marry to please
•oue’s mother.”
“ Well, dear boy, your mother would
Duly think what was perfectly right and
true. You cannot marry her.” And Mrs.
Trevanion Jpoks Dallas straight in the
face.
“ Oh, my dearest friend, don’t you say
that!” he cries, his blue eyes growing dim.
“ I f you only knew what I feel for that
girl! she would make a different man of
me. I could give up the life I Am leading
now like a shot for her sake, if I could
only hope things would come right some
day.”
“ But things could not come right, short
of your father dying, and he is not the
least likely to do that. Let us look mat­
ters in the face,” urges Mrs. Trevanion.
“ Could you keep a w ife on seven hundred
a year? You know you cannot live ou
that alone now.”
“ She has been brought up very quietly,
and I could give up anything for her.”
Mrs. Trevanion feels she has made a
mistake. What man in love is not ready
to give up everything (in theory) for the
sake o f the woman he is dying to possess?
“ Then l must put it to your honor. You
promised your cousin not to stand in his
way.”
“ But.” cried Dallas, getting tip and
walking excitedly about, “ she says she
never will marry him.”
“ But she will,” remarked Mrs. Tre­
vanion, calmly, “ as soon ns she has for­
gotten you.”
“ You may Is' right,” says Dallas, pull­
ing up suddenly in front o f her, “ but 1
don’t think so.”
“ She was fond of him before she saw
you, and when she has got over her pass­
ing faney for you she will be fond of him
again; it will Is* an excellent match for
her; your cousin is a good creature, anti
you will have forgotten her existence by
the time he marries her.”
“ What a bad opinion yon have of me!”
exclaims Dallas, dejectedly.
“ Do you think so?”
And she smiles
and holds out her hand, which he clasps
warmly. “ My dear, you are young; you
have been a little bit spoilt; you have an
affectionate nature; you cannot exist with­
out loving some one.”
“ That’s quite true,” assents Dallas,
gravely. “ But what will she think of
me?”
“ Very badly, I hope. Because then she
will soon get over her heartache.”
“ But you surely wouldn’t have her
think me a blackguard! I must write to
her and explain.”
“ You must not do anything o f the
sort,” rejoins Mrs. Trevanion. quickly.
“ You must on no account write her one
line.”
Dallas looked aghast.
“ You »re not serious?"
“ I am; most serious. I f you write to
her. she v* ill d in g to a hope of seeing you
again and that something may come of
nigh, anil groan*, promi* all and more
Record Offertory.
Ilian fondest mother coulwsk, if—if onG'
June would let him he he shield ami
* u8t^alla ® t^ ^ o n a e c ra tio n
the
buckler of her life.
Ahwhat m
more
ine
ca
re. Ahwhat
o ti on
on t a k e n up
- at
Carpentaria
in Sydney
Sydney ca-
tQ £ 8 .500, and
earth did he ask than 1 do everythin« » ‘^ o p o f^
for, he everything : to,
t o . sasfice
sa.fice all he had | ™ pderhapg t h e l a r g e s t o n record.
in the world for her?
,
Usno«
“ M y darling." Mrs. Iti-rs said to Jane f j j g
hr
that night, “ come and si by me; I want j S«n^r^^n^n>r^PK^BKS'-i - 0
8
phi*F*
to talk to you. And tr not to cry and
agitate yourself, becaus it will make it
As It Is Today.
so hard for me, and I dght to keep as
Famous Patient— Doctor, please give
quiet as possible. Torn Iso good, so true,
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nnu,
so devoted to you-oh, ir darling. I think “ p [oi^-Pnrdon me' I ’m simply the
I could die happy if I krw he.was going
1 ,n ,,harge of issuing bulletins;
to care for your future, iat you were g o -;
‘h
doctor wlll be here pre-
mg to be his w ife."
__ sently.
In June’s heart for t'e last month all :
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thoughts« of love, of pasion, of romance, |
A Radical Cure,
have slumbered—slum »Ted as though
Biggs— I understand Mrs. Strong-
they were dead. She la« no passion for mjnd married her husband to reform
Dallas, no repugnance’or Tom; nay, to | him.
him all her feelings a*e chainged; she
Bogg— R eform him! Of what,
feels a trust in, an affe<tion for him that 1 Biggs— He used to be a recu ar
makes him dearer to ler than any one brute to his first wife. Judge,
but that adored mother W h y put them
breath? She feds comparatively
*
ft«ne
nothing for any other being than her
“ The world seems to be getting
mother.
j worse and worse,” said the first pes-
Coughing
“ 1 was given up to die with
to use Ay
j
improved at once, aim
perfect health.’ - C h « -
K
man, Gibbstown, N- I .
now ln
Mlrt
It’s too risky, playing
with your cough.
The first thing you
know it w ill be down
deep in your lungs and
the play will be over. Be­
gin early w ith Ayer’s
Cherry Pectoral and stop
the cough.
Tin. » I i « : tSc.. SSc.. |l> A" drutflit«.
h‘'onj V J 0 h. o r™ ta
It k 1 e * It.
! « He
* I kaoni.
“ *°*
it; but, if you are silent, her pride will
tli.u So
rise up in arms; she will be miserable at
first, then she will hate you, and your
cousin will catch her at the rebound.”
Dallas sits down and buries bis face in
his hands.
“ You are awfully hard on me,” he says,
presently—“ on me and her, too.”
"You used to have faith in me,” ob­
serves Mrs. Trevanion, quietly.
“ So I have now, implicit faith. But I
cannot see that I ought not to write to
THE GENUINE
her.”
“ Yet you have given your word to Mr.
Ellesmere. And, if I tell you that it is
for her good, cannot you make a little
sacrifice for once?”
“ A little sacrifice?” groans Dallas. “ T o
act in a way to make the dearest, sweet­
© S L E D
est girl in the world, whom I love with all
C
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O T H IN G
my heart, think me a mean hound!”
TO
^ “ M y dear, she will only think o f you
KEEP Y O U DRY
ns a gay young Guardsman, given to the
MADE FOR W E T W O R K
pastime o f breaking hearts.
She will
„ BCAC*. AND Y B LLO W
probably be much more angry with her­
«OLD BY A LL RELIABLE: DEALERS
I will marry Tom, if you wish It. I 8l™iBtdon.t gee how lt can," rejoined
self for having been deceived by your se­
AW RACKED BY OUR GUARANTEE. ■
mother.’
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A j TOWER C O . BOSTON. M A S S .
ductive ways than with you. I expect she darling
Mrs. Rivers died on Christmas morning \ P
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has heard your character before this.
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t
h
e
morning
o
f
the
day
when
June
was
A
t
Koenig’
s
Hambnrg
Drops,
Indeed, if, as you say, you devoted your­
to have given her answer to loin.
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health
self at first to Mrs. Fetherston, she would
That evening Tom spoke to his mother *■ « blood purifier, B‘ renf
and h“ ‘ ‘
probably have a pretty good idea o f your on a subject which had occupied him for restorer, and a specific lor all stomach,
JOHN POOLE, P O R T L A N D , O R E.
capacity for flirtation.”
Foot of Morrison Street.
several days past.
1 liver and kidney troubles, leadi all
Dallas throws her a glance o f deepest
Can give you the best bargains in Boilers
“ Mother,” he abruptly began, " I have \ other sim ilar medicinea in its wonder-
and Engines, Windmills, Hum pa and Gene­
reproach.
lul .ales and marvelous confidence of
a favor to ask o f you.”
ral Machinery, Wood Saw ing Machines a
“ A s if my feelings for those two could
Mrs. Ellesmere knitted a little faster, the people, especially onr vast German specialty. See us before buying._________
he named in the same breath!”
kept her eyes on her work and did not population. It is not a new and un­
“ T o return to this poor girl, for whom reply. She was waiting, of course, for
tried product, but was made and sold
I am dreadfully sorry,” said Mrs. T re ­ her son to make his request known.
m ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦
more than sixty years ago.
vanion. “ You must promise me not to
“ I want you,” Tom proceeded, having
write one word to her.”
given his mother an opportunity, of which
H
O
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T
H
I
S
?
It, however, took at least another half- she did not avail herself, to express her
♦ all the rest is the quality of MONOPOLE ♦
hour, during which *» k <» tuscuisht ovory
«dines 8 to serve him. “ T
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♦ Canned Fruits and Vegetables. You J
pomrible argument to bear, before he ■Q
•»
tin«; to
« a x.oine
vu,xr «a«:»«;
We offer One Hundred Dollars Reward for any ♦ won’t be satisfied with anything else J
June
here after the funeral.
could be persuaded; but ultimately, Mrs. They wish her to go to the rectory; bu, j S S ir'a cH ? " '1
“ “
bYH*a ‘' J after you once try them. From your J
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Trevanion got her own way, and Dallas, — but— in her dreadful affliction I think i
F. J. CHENEY & Co., Props., Toledo, 0. ♦ ♦ grocer.
WADHAMS A KERR BROS. Packers ♦
looking very mournful and with some­ Jack
Tnr.it nn(i
We the undersigned,
have knows F. J. Cheney _
an<l Mndtro
Mndgc would
woum Vw
ne too
too much
mmn f t o r r 1 jorlh,.
, ,
snrl
thing like tears in his blue eyes, gave her
her, howsver kindly they meant; luul bnn.r«(,ir In o il l.iKine^ truniSctiunJan.l tin’ * * * " * - - - - * *
his word of honor and his hand ou it not here—here—she could have her o w n ) ancialiy alile to carry ou ta n y obligation* mad©
by their firm.
to write to June.
rooms and do just as she liked.”
W * —' A T u v a x .
Once he had made up his mind that the
And Tom looked eagerly at his mother,
Wholesale Druesists, Toledo,
Costs Y o u N o t h i n g
case was hopeless, and talked it over hanging upon her answer with the deep­
WAi.DI.NQ K IN N AN & MARVIN,
Wholesale Druggists, Toledo. O.
To catrh cold—you get
again and again with his friend, he be­ est anxiety.
Hall’s
Catarrh Care la taken internally,acting
something for nothing,
gan gradually to recover his spirits, and
directly on the blood and mucous surfaces or
sure enough. You can
Mrs.
Ellesmere
was
a
woman
who,
in
keep lt If you want It,
was able to re-embark ou his flirtation
the system. Price 7Ac per bottle. Sold by all
society, hni immense tact, and generally Iruggists. Testim onials free.
but you can get rtd of It
with Lady Dangerfield. A t the end of a
by using Q u een Bee
said and did the right thing by instinct.
Hall’s Family Pills are the best.
fortnight, having been much in her lady­
C o u g h D r o p s . Keep
She was in reality thoroughly selfish, ab­
a box ln the house.
Canada Consumes Much Tea.
ship's society at Goodwood and Cowes,
They taste nice, look
horred being put out of her way, and had
he had come to the conclusion that to mar­
Canada, with its 5,000,000 inhabi­
nice, are nice. Made
very little sympathy to bestow* even on
of honey and menthol.
ry, at his age and under his circumstances
tants, consumes as much India tea as
5 Cents a box. Bold by
those wrho stood most in need of it.
does the United States, with a popu­
would be to tie a millstone round his neck
all druggists and con­
“ I do not quite see how such an ar­ lation fifteen times as great; each
fectioners. Two boxes
ami drown himself in the depths o f the
sent by mall postpaid
rangement is possible,” she answered in used last year 1,075.000 pounds.
social sea. But he still thought that, if
on receipt o f 10c. in
a cold, strained manner.
stamps.
he did marry, he would like to marry
Tom’ s heart, so ready to expand, froze
The New Year.
June.
Pacific Coast
up and contracted. lie felt bitter against
Meantime, Mrs. Trevanion’ s prophecy
Biscuit Co.
his mother.
I f yon don’ t mind hearing about a
with regard to June had been absolutely
Portland, Ore.
good thing more than once, we want to
“
W
hy
not?”
he
asked,
in
so
nltered
a
verified. H er despair had given way to
tell you that the most delicious canned
a sense o f stingiug shame and anger. voire that it ought to have warned her.
“ Because’’ (still speaking in the same peaches and p< are and strawberries and .
Pride, of which she had no small share,
came to her rescue; she resolved to pluck collected, unsympathetic voice) “ if sh« ot. er fruits are called Monopole. If
were
to come here now it would be tanta­ yon ask us what Monopole means we'll
Dullas from her bleeding heart, ay,
mount to publishing to the world that you tell yon “ Monopole means the beet,” i
though it bled to death.
-
Although June smiled and dissembled are going to marry her.”
and it does. Many of onr friends tell
“ And I am going to marry her,” re
before others, the anguish she suffered in
ns the same thing.
Get Monopole j
For ©lx year« I was a victim o f d j *
secret told upon her, and, with a mother’ s turned Tom, stung out of his resolution goods from your dealer.
Wadhame & pepsia in its worst form. I could eat notbini
quick instinct. Mrs. Rivers saw that not to say a word to any one which could
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but
milk toast, and at times my stomach wouk
K err Bros., packers, Portland, Ore.
| not retain and digest even that. Last March
something was not well with her darling. commit June’s future. “ It was Mrs. Riv-
; began taking C A SCA RETS and since then
efs’
dying
wish,
and
June
promised
her.
She never dreamed o f Dallas being the
have steadily Improved, until I am as well as
A Family Jar.
Though,” already repenting his rash con­
cause of June’s altered looks; she was
ever was In my life."
Mrs. Timmins— John, I must say you
D av id H. M u k p h t . Newark. O.
convinced that Tom was responsible for fession, “ I do not wish it to be known
yet, for her sake.”
are the narrowest minded man I ever
the change. Did June really care for
saw.
You
have
an
idea
that
nobody
is
And so, on the afternoon of the funeral,
him, and was she piqued because he had
ever right but yourself.
suddenly gone off on a yachting trip, or Mrs. Ellesmere came down to the cottage
Mr. Timmins— Better look to home.
in
her brougham and fetched June. She
had they quarreled, and was that the
kissed the girl with great kindness, held W ere you ever willing to admit that
reason of Tom ’s abrupt departure?
anybody
was right who differed from
She could not bear the thought of her her hand in silence all the way home, and you?
child having a secret from her; she could led her at once to the rooms which had
Mrs. Timmins— That's an entirely
boon prepared for her, and which were
not even realize such a possibility.
different thing, and you know It, John ]
As for June, what would she not have ns pretty and cheerful ns good taste could Timmins.— Boston Transcript.
given to fling her arms round her moth­ make them.
lt was infinitely to .Tune’s benefit that
er’s neck and sob out all the agony of
---- isant. Palatable. Potent. Taste Good. '
G pod. Never Sicken. W eaken, or Gripe. 10c.
her wounded spirit on that dear breast? she tbok up her abode for the time at the
... CURE C O N S T IP A T IO N .
I f it had been anything but sham«*—dead­ Hall; here there was nothing to jar upon
R l.rilB f n .a .d y CnMpaay, I lilc a f « , M eetreal.
Her aunt and
ly, disgraceful shame, ns she, poor child, her sensitive feelings.
cousins
came
to
see
her,
she
could
be
regarded it—the task would have been
NÛ.TÛ.Rân
8o,(1 an<1
n w 1 U ' D A U « t a u to C T K K T o b a c c o UaM
easy enough. But this dreadful secret with Mrs. Ellesmere when she pleased,
and, lw»st of all, she could be alone when
she could never, never confide.
Mrs. lli vers turned over in her head she desired the solitude which grieved
fifty ways o f broaching to June the sub­ hearts always court. But, strange to say
ject o f her altered looks. She had so I (and yet not strange, for, in trouble, he
delicate and sensitive a mind that she who sorrows with us comforts us most), I
could not ask a blunt question even of it was in Tom ’ s company that she took
lier own child. A t last she summoned up the most pleasure—Tom who used to bore '
resolution to say one evening, as she and her, whom she used to find so dull! In
the evening, while Mrs. Ellesmere dozed
June sat in the twilight:
“ My darling, I do not think you are or worked, June would sit with her hand j
looking quite yourself.
Does anything in Tom’s and they would whisper together I
about that dear one who was gone, or sit i
vex or trouble you?”
The dim light kindly hid the burning quite, quite silent.
Tom’ s delicacy toward her was perfect;
blush which covered June's face.
“ No, mamma, dear,” she answered, try­ never once did he enter the precincts of
her sitting room; never once, whatever he
ing to speak naturally.
“ You and Tom have not been quarrel­ may have felt, did he offer in those first
weeks of grief to kiss her; never, by so
ing. have you?”
much as one word, did he remind he?
"Oh. no; indeed we Have not.”
“ A re you vexed with him for going that he had any claim upon her, any
hopes for the future; she was free as air,
away ?”
'»
for .l^ ta .M »g T ? n
free to do what she would, except to suf­
“ Not In the least.”
Then silence fell on the pair. Mrs. R iv­ fer.
ers was conscious of a sense o f disap­
And so June grew to love him. Had he
pointment. She felt certain that some­ been Macchiavelli, backed by a woman
n y risks. We guarantee “ Nu PA IN .”
thing was amiss with her child, and it I of the world, he could not hare adopted
was bitter to know that June was con- i better tactics to win her; but there was
no scheming or plotting in Tom; h£ was
cealing it from her.
only acting from the dictates of his own
C H A P T E R X.
heart with the instincts of a true and
A month passed. Tom wss home again, chivalrous gentleman.
V N I S t ; B R O S . , D e n t is t s .
a». 21 » . 21 . 1 , 211 , 212 , iti. F* 1 U«W
Cor. Third M d W M h lo g“ * i
things were going on much in the usual t
(To b* contixiedj
P O STIA M O . OREOO*.
YOU'LL BE SORRY
WHEN IT RAINS
IF YOU DONT HAVE
| W AY
ABO VE t
DYSPEPSIA
P A IN L E S S D E N T IST R