The Cedarville Herald, Volume 12, Numbers 27-52

The Cedarville Herald. W, H, BLAIR. rublUhir. CEDA ItV ILLE , : : i fJHIO. I CALLING'S SISTER. Oh. ! I have rpy war): te <lo. 1 t’Vzi’t stand talkin’ hero witU you. A railin' r j’jn l la ascii. n way Won't do my Irtulti' up to day, llutier come in—if ytm’ro a min’— I step out and cullOoltine. You think she's nice. Well. *ttariitllt strange, As two seek unlike «Irls should range Right into tlic siuno foraorly. „ . . Sometimes it rather puzzles me. When folks look round at us und say*. ••He them two sisters? BUo—go way!" Yes, yes; you’vo Uuowcd us scnco w a all Iflnyeil lildo and seel: when we was email. Don't you remember how ’twpuld bo, WUrn you would hunt her stldder mo? Kvcn then it seemed'to mo quite plain That you liked Cnlltno more'n Jane. And why not?. Every one you moot ' ,1s sure to think sho's awful sweet. Don't all the beys, both far and nocr, Jest swear by her? You think that queer! Now what’s the matter! What d’you say? Why don’t you leave mo 'lone?- Go way I Demme call Callluc! I—why John! IsM me you wunt: Well, well—I swan! I was quite sure 'twaa her—you see. • Lord! Wlio’d n thought you oared for mo? Browrib Porrlman, in Yankee Blade. [Copyright, 1391 , by A. N. Kellogg Newspaper Co.J CHAPTER VIII. a "rEr.r.nrc.” . The surprise party was a solemn suc­ cess. .When Wanda entered the room she found’the men sitting: on oho side and the women on the other, looking: for all the world like.a parcel of school chil­ dren about to be whipped. She was individually introduced to e very one present, and with great for­ titude took each elemmy hand in hers and shook it cordially. She know that she was being' inspected, and .bbre the order.! bravely, for the countenances of the people were so devoid of expression that even her timid nature was reas­ sured. It was not till shefound herself stand* ing in front of a young man, whoso presence wan remarkable among his common-plnce associates, that she felt the least embarrassment Vat withhis dark eyes fixed intensely On her, she could not repress a little shiver of re­ vulsion,. and involuntarily bowed, in­ stead of giving him her hand. How vexed she was to feel the blood mantling to her cheek and notice the tremor of her voice as she replied to his friendly greeting, for she kpew thut the eyes of Martha and fittldah were on her, ntul thnt her confusion would l>c misinterpreted. ^ . Alphonse Damiens was certainly a splendid animal, but it was not his fine physique and ltandsomo face which chained her attention—it -was an inde­ finable something, a soul-antipathy she could not understand. Ho was in every­ thing remarkable. While Jabez Shorts '“ best suit" made him look like a hog in armor, instead of the honest carpenter lie really was, Damiens’ clothes fitted him to perfection—even the flaming scarf lie wore hnrmonized with the .gypsy type of his features. Surely there was nothing very formidable in this good-looking young countryman—then, why this fluttering sensation in his presence? It was very provoking that the com­ pany seemed, to have entered into a conspiracy to give this rustic Don .7nan every opportunity to inflict his obnox­ ious attentions upon her, but alia,avoid­ ed him fts much os she could, though she could never get quite beyond the fixed gaze of Ins insolent admiration. The crisis came at last. She had scat- ■ed herself in a low chair In a remote corner, thankful for a little respite from liis persecutions, when, noticing her isolation, he. flung himself on a seat licshle her and coolly rested his arm on the back of her chair, while he said in si tone of easy nonchalance! “ Say. Wanda—I may call yon Wanda, Tunyn't I?—if you will dismissyour pu­ pils at half-past three to-morrow after­ noon I will call around for you with my buggy nnd span of blacks—they’ll be a sight different irom Daddy Dolman's old cripples—ani I ’ll take yon a spin across country, wherever yon please— Glastonbury, if you like, for the nights are moonlit and the horses are fine as silk." There was tills plea for his insolence. He honestly looked bn Miss Arlington from in his eyes a higher social plan; and in western villages familiarity be­ tween young people of opposite sexes ripens with tropical growth unknown to the ceremonious east. She whs ablaze in nmoment. "Mr. Damiens,*’ she ccld, her face ns white ns a sheetnnd her lipsquivering, “Take your ann from my chair.” “ Mo offense,” he stammered, abashed . at her defiant beauty. “ And you,'.self from my presence.” *’ Ite was too astonished to move. “ I am mi** Aonly meant to be friend­ ly nnd—” Door girl, she never was Intended by nature to play a high tragedy role, and 1mo afraidher supremeair of frozencon­ tempt bordered rather on the ridiculous, %% site east on him Aglance of wither* ,oA-contempt and left the room, cheeks flushing ami Ups quivering, “ Hello. ’Phonse. wliat liev yer been a sayin’ ter teacher ter rile her so?" old Doltuau asked. “ Her looked pison at yer, as her went out.’? “ I simply asked Miss Arlington, to ride in my new buggy to-morrow, nnd — she declined.” Damiens replied with a smile, meaning to assure the company that lie was immensely amused at her behavior; hut his passionate nature re­ belled against this assumed indifference, and before Mr. Dolman could offer his condolence lie burst out with uncon­ trolled angeV: '“ Curse the room! How hot it is.. Hive me my hat,-Jim Dolman, and; for Heaven's sake let mo get a mouthful of'fresh air." Many wore the comments made as, lie strode from the room and slammed the door behind him, tlit* men enjoying his discomfiture, the women.aftcr the man­ ner of their kind, .unanimous in .their condemnation of the girl’s misconduct. “ Such silly imperance,” remarked one. “ Stnek-np minx!" sneered another. , “ City manners,! suppose,” Martini in­ sinuated, with a smile which expressed commiseration for anyone brought up in the contaminating atmosphere of a metropolis. But .laliez, to whom she spoke, murmured, with a satisfied chuckle: “ Didn’ther sot down on him some? He jest wanted takin’ down a peg or two, an’ her did it tine, her did.’’ Martha flashed indignantly: “ Yon durenot say tiiat to his face, Julie/. Short!" Whereupon Huldah, who was ready to tear Jabez Short's hair for his re­ mark, with true feminine consistency, flew to his rescue and gave her sister to understand thnt one exhibition of femi­ nine spite was enough for that even- [ ing’s entertainment. | Meanwhile Damiens, like a wounded I animal, sought solitude. For an hour j or more lie paced up and^ down the bank of the river, his hot blood at fever heat. He felt the indignity of the girl’s de­ meanor keenly and bitterly, but what wounded him most was the humiliating conviction thut he loved her with ft mad, unreasoning, devotion. Her very contempt hud set Ilia soul ablaze. ' The more ho thought of her. the more in­ tense became his infatuation. In his heated imagination her beauty was magnified a hundred fold, till it as­ sumed as exquisite a vision of loveli­ ness as the son of Islam dreams shall meet his gaze when he enters paradise. Yet-, strange to say, beneath this wild rhapsody was an under current of vin­ dictiveness—a desire to "got even" with her for the humiliation shehad inflicted on him. Like an angry storm spending itself in its own fury, hts passion at last wore itself out, and he fell into the more dan­ gerous mood of planning future retalia­ tion. Pshaw! Whatafoot hehhdbeen to get. into such a rage. He would win in the end. There were two ways of catching this bird of beautiful plumage, and, if one failed he could try the other. If the silken net of honied words was use­ less, he knew* how to cast the strong bonds of obligation around her. The Dolmans* owed himmoney -they must help him; Robison, her employer, was in tlic same fix, he must do his bid­ ding: and Mrs. Evesham would surely not be blind to the glitter of his world­ ly prospects. As for that blind fellow —hnt no, a girl like Wanda could never give her love to him—well, if he stood in his way,,it would he all the worse for him. And Wanda! She was feverishly toss­ ing on the tied, the victimof a thousand doubts and fears—the past with its phantoms of uncertainty, the present .with its disappointments, the future so clouded 'with hopelessness- that who dreaded even to think of it, With a heart overflowing with the tenderest gratitude, she pondered over Mrs. Eve­ sham’s long years of motherly solicitude for lier, of the sacrifice she knew that noble woman must have made for her sake. True,, the burden was pressing less heavily on that dear friend now. Kate was at work, the store was pros­ perous, Alice was no longer dependent on her, and she, Wanda, was in n posi­ tion to add her mite to the family funds, But, if she should fail—pshawI she must not fail; she must endure any discom­ fort, any degradation rather than go back to Glastonbury to be again a charge on th# widow’s bounty, As for Dtuiafens, with his rustic insol­ ence, she wss foolish to waste a second thought upon him and half regretted' that she had condescended to rebuke his impertinence. But, then there was poor blind George Arundel—that was* different trouble. It was very well for him to talk about •being her adopted brother, but she knew that his love for her was of a very different nature, and she.was sure that she could never re­ turn ids affection in the way ho wanted it. Then—uh. then—floated before her imagination a face of typical beauty. Big, earnest, brown eyes seemed to be looking tenderly into liers, so vivid was tlic picture that she could in fancy have raised her hand to push away the short, clustering, brown curls which extended over the clearwhite forehead, yiie saw the pleasant smile on the, wcll- curved lips —nay. she cpuld almost be­ lieve that they moved and whispered her name in a tone of exquisite tender­ ness. “Waiuda” never sounded half so sweetly as when lie.uttered it. .But she must not think of-him—no, it would; ,be a crime of ingratitude to fetter him with her doworless Jove. She would he brave, site would dismiss him forever from her thoughts; and, saying this she concentrated her whole, soul on the beautiful vision, till—the wearied eye­ lids closed, and sleep drew the curtain of oblivion over her wandering fancies. . And the brown-eyed hero of Wanda’s dreams was none other than Ilarry Evesham, who, uS Alphonse Damiens had truly said, was gone to New York to."make his fortune.” CHAPTER IX. l.OVK’S VOllNO DIICA.MS. But things brightened.' Time worked wonders oven at dull- Havana. ^V Wjbrk — that splendid tonic for un- stru'ug.ncrvcs—braced our heroine up to a cheerful endurance of her surround­ ings. ■’■ * Then her children had begun to love her and their parents to appreciate her; and, best-.of all, Alphonse had ccasedtto persecute her, though she learned that he had managed to pick up an acquain­ tance with her friends at Glastonbury. Then she was cheered by the -most delightful news of Hurry Evesham, who had won. the esteem of Mr. Ilardcastlc, a railroad magnate living in Brooklyn, who had appointed him his private sec­ retary with a salary beyond Ills wildest expectations. ,"What a charming man the old gen­ tleman must be,” Wanda mused, as she read Harry's description of him—"rich, in tlic beginning Of a hale old age, a bachelor without relations or Intimate friends, he treats me tike a son and Ids magnificent mansion is a home to me." Wanda smiled. What a lucky old man she thought Mr. Hurduuatle must think himself to enjoy the constant compan­ ionship of so gifted a- person os Harry Evesham. But tiie climax of her satisfactionwas reached when one 'winter’s day the old veteran with a wooden leg who in a de­ sultory manner presided atthe telegraph office brought lier n dispatch from Mrs. Evesham that llan*y was coming home on a visit. Harry coming home! I . nin afraid to confess F>nt she took the precious paper and kiss, u it. Ah! she was glad now that she had shown no malice toward Damiens— even a little glad that site had con­ sented to allow him to drive George. Arundel out'to Havana to spend the evening—a suggestion that had been heartily indorsed by Kate—for, who knows? perhaps Harry might come witli them—but no; he would probably ALPHONSE HAMLINS, HAT IN BAND, PP.E* RENTED HIMSELF. j not leave New York until after the tel-1 egram was sent. Anyhow, she watched the slow, mov­ ing fingers of the dock inschool on that; eventful afternoon. f At last tlic hour of dismissal came. The last little lad had bundled np his head in Ills "comforter" and made his bow, tlic last little maid had donned lier cloak and rubbers and held up her chubby face for a parting kiss, when Wanda began to make preparations for 'her departure. She generally wan the tardiest to leave, as lier cavalier. Bob Slocum, hud "chores” to do nt home which deprived him of the felicity of escorting teacher home. She Itful jur.t put the finishing touches to tlie arrangement of lier white woolen hood, in Which her sweet face- shone forth too liewiteliingly for description, when she hoard a gentle tapping at the school-room door. “ Come in!” she said, cheerfully, quite expecting see some wee mite appear to claim lier sympathy and redress for having been unmercifully snAwbollcd, so the start she gave when Alphonse Damiens, hat, in hand, presented him­ self, might be readily excused, "1 left tlic team end Mr. Arundel at Stewart/n. Miss Wanda, and walked uphere, hoping you would allow me to accompany you home,” he said, witli great deference, ‘"Thank you, I shall he ready in one moment, Mr. Damiens,” she replied,' carelessly, though her flushed checkbc- lied the serenity of lier manner. If she only lcitew the wild turmoil o f passion which thrilled his soul she would have I xmjii even less at case. lie. scarcely- hears .her, as slip adds another coil to the wrap round lier white-throat.'' ’ •Now 1am ready." Wanda says, and they pass out into the lonely road, with the frozen river on on-- side of it and the snoty burdened pines on the other. .“ I would not be presumptuous, Miss Arlington, but, may I say that this lit­ tle walk is uglimpse of Heaven to me?” lie.falters. ’ , Ho feels tlie soft hand on his arm tremble, ho sees the tearless .misery wliicli comes into the eyes and dims them. ■ “ “ Lbt—let us walk faster," she whis­ pers scarcely above hei1breath. . "Go faster!" lie echoes bitterly. “ Yes, I had almost forgotten myself. There should be a short cut to tlic left here. Are you cold?” . "JJqj" she says, but there is a tremor in -her' void?, which she strives hard to render light and careless. "Go faster!” lie says witli a despair­ ing shrug of his shoulders. "All, if these hours of torment would only go faster. Do yon remember the day that first I saw you? You were standing at Mrs. Evesham’s cottage door one July evening and the wind blew m y straw hat to your feet. You picked it up and gave it to me.” “ I do not remember—I have forgot­ ten,” Wanda says indistinctly. “ It seems an. age to me—an age— I—” He stops, for something like a sob strikes his ear. • He looks down into her face. It is pale, and the r'cij, ripe lips are tremu­ lous. ’ • 1 le has mistaken her emotion. The red flush flies to his face, then leaves it white with suppressed excitement. “ What! Wanda!” lie hesitates. •for, witli a quiver of the lids, tears are springing to,the .blue eyes. “ What! you are. cry lug! Is it possible you love jmc, girl?” and-lie seizes both lier bands und looks down into lier face witli a hungry glare. "Is it possible? Look at me, Wanda. Oh! Heaven! I long, and yet I dare not hope. Wanda, you know I love you. You cannot help but know.it. I have loved yon since the first moment I saw you. 1never dreamt that you would give me hope to love. No, it cannot be. ■Look nt me. Wanda. Is it possible that—you—love—me?’’ Slowly and fearfully the words drop from his lips.' ' Then she tries to draw her hands away, but he only clings the harder. , “ Speak, Wanda,” lie says, hoarsely. “ Do you love me?" ,1 Then she speaks. Slowly, heavily she lifts her eyes to his and looks at him witli a great yearning misery and solemn truthfulness in 'them. “ 1 am so sorry that you should entertain su'rli feelings for me, Mr. Damiens, for I ean never return your love.” She sees him quiver under tlie blow she has struck, and with a woman’s tenderness seeks to heal the wound. “ Oli! do not look like that,” she cried, for he lias dropped her hands and stands before her dazed like one in a dream. “ I cannot help my looks,” lie says, bitterly. “ Nor can 1 help loving you. It Is no crime to love you, Wanda?—Miss Arlington.” > “ Nor for me to be unable to look up­ on yon as other than a friend.” ' "Yes, yes, that is true,” he replied hurriedly. “ You must lie my friend. I will not annoy you with my solicita­ tions, I will worship you in silence.” She could not sec his face. She could not see the cunning malignant gleam of those'dark eyes, nor imagine that the man's humble words but cloaked designs of future conquest. He had recovered tlic first blow of his disappointment and was now himself again — a cunning, treacherous man, ready to do anything to attain his ends. He give her up! Not lie, indeed. What ears he though she had a dozen lovers, he did not blame lier for it, only--it would be all the worse for them. So he said once more with all humil­ ity: "Be. as you say, ray friend. Miss Arlington. I nm as you sec a rough, uncoutti follow, and yon may humanize me.” " I am very sorry for you," Wanda said frankly; “ but, Mr. Dnmiens, you must not let your passion grow the hotter of you. There are hundreds of girls as attractive as I am, which is not saying much for tlieir charms, who will gladly give you back love for love, who have not already set up an idol of tlieir own.” The words escaped her lips without thought. She would have given tlie world to have recalled them, but it was too late, * “ Then yon dn love another * ' lie asked, with wcll-fctgned dejection. She blushed crimson. “ No one has ever spoken to me of love but yon,” she:prevaricated. "Love is not bomof words," Damiens said, passionately. “ A yiaticc— a pres­ sure of the hand, a flash of—but why define a bliss denied me? Suffice It to spy thnt you are lost tome. Nay, do not tremble so, Miss Arlington; your secret is safe with me.” Sto * moment her eyes flashed at* in­ dignant reproach, but she could r,ot lie soshe took refuge in silence, [TO BE CONTINUED.! PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. —A Vermont editor has invented a new way for stirring updelinquent sub­ scribers. He writes obituary notices of them, assuming that*ih#y mu-;t -be dead, since he does not hear from them. —Fulton (N, Y.) Republican. —With the desire of giving lier bus-' band a true picture of herself, a woman In Atchison, Kan., lia I her photograph taken as she Appeared at daily mouhc - work in her kitched dress, with a baby on one ann and broom and dust pan ou tilo other. —The deeds of property in Odessa, Tex., provided against the sale of liquor, and that the property should re­ vert to the,.town company in case of n' violation of the c,ause, but ia one deed the clause was omitted and the pur­ chaser of the lot is selling so much liquor that'only an injunction can stop him. —A breach of promise cmie in Hamil­ ton, O. , was decided against the plaintiff. She was so enraged at the verdict that she attributed it to the judge’s charge, which was in the defendant’s favor. She bounded toward the judge, grasped -him by the hair, and struck film several blows in the face before the court offi­ cers could overpower her. . —The czar of Russia treated his late guests, the princess of Wales and the king of Denmark, to awonderful sight by holding a review of 250,Oh) of his soldiers in their presence. Their ma­ jesties were encamped at the foot of Mt. Elburg, in Southern Caucasus, and it took two whole days for this im­ mense army to file past them. —Sir.Edwin Arnold lias been criti­ cised rather sharply by Rev.' William Elliot Griffis, of liostpaVa Congrega­ tionalism for saying iu his recent book on Japan that the Japanese had. never been separated by creeds and religious wars. Mr. Griffis has himself lived in -the empire, and he claims to know enough o f ,its history to be aware o f. theological feuds which led to great bloodshed.1 :—A typical wanderer has stopped temporarily in Dallas. He has traveled for fourteen years, crossed the country, from N ew York to. San Francisco, worked his way through South Amer­ ica, and has been a fireman,, a police­ man, a railroad man, a sport, a drum­ mer and a soldier. He says that the world lias used him pretty well so far, and that he intends to wander around until he dies. - ,, — la the . w ill of the late king of Wurtomberg some curious legacies were-left. The bootblack outside the palace gates is to wear patent leather sli'ies fo r the rest of his life, be dressed in blue tweed homespun and receive a pension o f 1,000 marks a year. An old apple woman who sweeps a crossing . 'around tin corner.gets a pleasant po­ sition in the palace,, a black silk gown and a small.pension. "A LITTLE NONSENSE.” —Knew It WasThere.—Lady—“ Have you any nice mild cheese?” Mr. Kaiser- s ’huitz (grocer)—“ Yah, I guess you schtnell him before you come in alretty, eh?”—N. Y. Weekly. ’ —r“ Did I hear you say that you once saw a . red-headed Indian?” 1“ Yes.” "Well, can you explain the phenomen­ on?” rtCertainly; he was bald.’’— Smith, Gray AsCo.’s Monthly. —Ed—"What do you do to pass away the time?” Ned—“ Easy enough. I just give my note to some one for thirty days, and tlio time passes quickly enough, I assure you.”—Lowell Citizen. —The Tell-tale Evidence.—Mother— “ I thinkonr Johnis courtingsomo girl.” Father—“ Hey? Is he beginning to have vaseline on his hair?” Mother—"No; he is beginning to have it on his shirt bosoms.”—N. Y. Press.' —There’e a limit to my endurance,” said the old gentleman to his son uho had applied for cash, "Yes, father," replied the conscienceless youth, “ but I thought I'd like' to speak to you about raising the limit, you know.”—Wash­ ington Star, —He had asked her the momentous question with great warmth. “ Yon know,” he said, after a pause, "that a soft answer tnrneth away wrath.” “ That’s very true,” she replied with a sarcastic twinge in her voice; "but a soft question doesn’t.”—Demorest's Magazine, —Little Girl—"The teacher says I must get a diary and write in it alt 1do every day. Will yon buy me one, mamma?” Mamma—“There are plenty of them UpBtatrs ia the lower bureau drawer, fifteen or twenty I think.” Little Girl—"But isn’t those, written?” Mamma—"Only the first pages of each,”— Street AsSmith’s Good News. —The Worst .Over,—Bulfineh—“ I .un­ derstand, Dramaticns, that yon are writing a play.” Dramaticus—"Yes, I have that honor.” Bulfineh—"Got it nearly done?” Dramaticus—“ Well, yes; the most important part of it, I haven’t started on the play itself yet, but I have nearly finished my sp.'ccL of surprise when I am cat led on be­ tween the acts.”—Boston Courier. —Too Much Lynch Law.—First Citi­ zen (Golden Giilch)—"Wall, we caught up with the feller wot stole your new overcoat ami lynched him.” Second Citizen—“ Ha, ha; that’s somethin’ like. Teach there coyotes they’ve goiter obey the laws o’ the land, llung him. eh?” “ No, we shot him full o’ holes” “ Gee whitbikerl He didn’t have my overeoai on, did he?” “ Jerusalem, partner, come to think, I ’m afraid lie did.” “ Yfc oughter bo arrested, every one of ye. This ’ere lynch la*v is a dis­ grace ter civilization.”—N. Y Weekly.