The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21

VtttflftfeMpNltijipV ilium iht IO The Cedarville Herald W *LBlAifclfaMUhw., CttDARVILLB, l 1 i OHIO THE PLAOE FOR HIM. Blfo B mh wuc born upon a Inna, ™ But farmwork didn't agree With mjah Bean. aa’ »oho said; "This ain't noplace tor me." He Jived oontoat while ho couldploy El Ions e* ho could see, But whenthey hroupht himwork, ho told: •This ain't no place far me," An' «oha lor the farmbatin' An’run away to ooa; "There ain't notater*there to dl», An' work la aktiros,” sou ha But there tboy made himscrub the deck; ■ Tula wuztoomuch', ao#he, Es ho went loopin'overboard!. “This ain't no plaoe far me." An’then he started out an' swum Right through the ragin'sea; •This reels like work," ho toon allowed,' "Tbia ain’t noplaoe far me." .Amerchant vessel picked him up, An’in a bunk be curled, Until theydroppsd himdown upon Theotber sidotbe world.. Au’then thorn p lr tailed Chlnaneed. Sot himto pickin’tea, Re worked tor hair an hong,an*eatd: "TbiBain’t no place for mo. W’y, thiols Jestlike work,*’ he cried, An ewfalterror spread Through nil his faeturs, an’ he fell . Like one who’s dropped down dead, Re went Into a lover. ' Fell to ravin'like a Turk, . An’ ho thought thet be wuz runnln* All the time away from work. , Onco he droamcdthetbe wuz work’d’, >• An' he looped ujpstrong sn’ free,’ ' An* leP his bed, sn’ run sn’ shrieked! ‘ "Thla ain’t no plaoe far me.” Ho come back to Amorloa To hunt for rest an' peaces ' An’at last.be got app'lutod • With full-pay on the. polios. An’ his tired soul it satlaQod. ■ “I've foun’my place," sez ho, ••At last I got away fromwork, This is the place forme.” —S. W. Foes. InYankee Blade. ■ - — 1 CHAPTER XV.—COtmwijai). “ I t is Lucy!" they hoard h e r any. “ You could not have painted thla if yqu had not known her. I t is Lucy Cromer!” With ono impulse they moved to the spot whore she \yas.standing, and the chaplain saw th a t her goto was fixed a n th a t study of a head which Seaward h ad shown him two or throe days ago. Her face had grown pole with intense feeling; her clear eyes were slowly fill* in g with tears. “ I t is like, oh, so like!" she said. “I t h a s brought h e r bach to me, and she was my dearest friend. Only while she lived her face was sadder than this. She did not look perfectly happy till "•bo was dead.” “Dead!” the word camo from Claud ’Villiers. They all turned and looked a t him. f i e stood grasping the back of a chair “ r r is u s e , o b , so x n a c l" 1gazing a t Olive with an expression ; almost terrified her, it was oo fa ll !hopeless misery. “Where did she die?” he asked, bring- out his words In a strange, hoarse “How long ago?” “ A t Eaatmeon, » little village in pshire, ju s t afte r harvest loot _ :* This was Olive’s answer,, spoken in a rnalouB tone. Her eyes seemed to questioning Claud; an instinct told th a t he had been the cause of th a t ions grief which bad shortened *s life.’ As In a vision she saw once more the Ur room, filled w ith the glow of an tufnn sunset, and the jessamine flow- Once more she beheld the light on ’« face, and heard the dying voice k ln g f f forgiveness. Forgive, if yon would find peace," It “ forgive if you would h ive yo ar ndS healed, and feel the soft touch st’s finger on your sore heart," nd then, a s if th a t toloe were -ptlng her, she spoke quite calmly, her steadfast gaxe still fixed on d Villiers. Lucy had suffered g re a t wrongs, did nth tell me what *»b2yware; a t th e la st she forgave them all. was very happy when she died. I saw anyone who enjoyed such peace." unhappy BOWwho hod listened to these words turned suddenly away, Olive hod sm itten him os Nathan smote David. For a few seconds there wail silence; then the door opened and shut, and thoy’knew th a t Claud was gone. “What does this mean. Seaward?’; Adeline TilUera asked. Her face wa» haughty; her tone cool and composed. She was fronting Aylstona and looking a t him w ith g ray eyes th a t seemed to read h is vary heift-t. ! ' A flush mounted to hi* bronzed fore­ head. and he glanced away, ashamed to meet her searching gaze. I t was the chaplain who answered the difficult question; and his voice, gentle and quiet as ever, soothed the perturbed spirits nea r him. - “Miss Villiers, yon have now learned a thing th a t ought to have been told, you long ago. Do n o t be hard on Sea* ward;, he wanted you to know every­ thing, but Claud refused to speak; Mra. Villiers insisted on his silence. Lucy Cromer, once your grandmother’s com­ panion, was Claud’s promised wife." “And he threw her over," said Ade­ line, coolly, “because he was afraid of grandmother. He preferred to break bis h ea rt (such as it Isl) rather th an lose an old woman’s money. ' Mr. Syd­ ney,. I thank you sincerely for bringing! Miss Winfield here to-day." ’1 did not know th a t her coming would lend to this disclosure," he r e ­ plied. "But I am glad tlia t you know- the truth. Only I wish th a t it hod not been revealed in such a stfdden way.” “I am sorry," said, Olive, softly. “I f wan so stnrtling to find her face here/ A u d i nevlisr lebow Lucy’S story; she did no t blame: anyone, •SJhe forgqve oil.” 'The dying saint might forgive, bu t the living sinner canpot." Adeline spoke in her old-spirited fashion; “Don’t be sorry. Miss Winfield; you havo done me a very g reat kindness. You shall h ea r now t h a t l have been tricked into an en­ gagement with my cousin. Claiid—the man who has just gone out of the room When he'was absent, and sad, and lan­ guid—ns ho often was—I-Bot It down to weak health, and not to’ a guilty con­ science. ‘ My grandmother always had a Store of excellent excuses ready; and even Seaward—” ‘Seaward craves your mercy, Ad eline,” Alystone said, humbly. “ I was blinded,” she went on. “ I thought, os people generally do think, th a t it would all come righ t by and by, for him and fo r me. As If anything could go well w ith a man Who had been utterly and hopelessly false!" Again there was a pause; and then the chaplain turned to Olive, and said, quietly, th a t they would go. Good-by, Miss Winfield," Adeline said, kindly, “We will meat here again some time. I am very glad to have seen you. Don’t bo sorry, please, for what lias happened to-day." Poor Olive, with old memories atsi new feelings, whirling in her brain, was glnd to find herself outside the house. Mr, Sidney wisely forebore to ta lk to her just then; but lie did not part with her without speaking reas­ suring words. She went through the shop, and up to her little room like one in a dream. Her recent grief seemed to be put. fa r away in the background; Lucy’s story was more real to-day than her own. Yet through all her confus- ,ing thoughts she was cons'cions of a kind of tender compassion, for Seaward Aylstonc, and -a distinct remembrance of his distressed look. I t was always hard, she .mused, for a true person to be mixed up witli falseness and deceit; and he was surely true. When the two cousins were le ft alone in the studio, Adeline's face underwent a change. She softened a little, and sat down quietly in a low chair by the fire. “Seaward," she said, looking lip a t hinj _jBii_lifl stood lean ing dejectedly against the chimney piece,, “ if you WM&ytmmaycome and haasr RW Ufa ■ounce my intentions to her." Hot Seaward weakly owned th a t be would ra th e r not be present *4 th e scene. He wanted to smoke a pipe peace, and calm b is mind, So Adeline w ent off alone, Mrs, Villiers was indeed reduced to submission th a t very evening. To do the old woman justice she bad sent many sn uneasy thought a fte r Lucy Cromer. And.when Adeline describe*, th e afternoon’s experiences, end told o: Lucy's death, tbe shock was too g reat fp r granny. She astonished Miss Vil< licrs by bursting into teem, snd losing all h e r starch and buckram, . so th a t Adeline Was" really touched and soft­ en ed “Never mini!* granny ,” h e r grand- daughter said. “Yon cannot restore Lucy to life; bu t you can carefully r e fraln from meddling w ith other lives, in th e future.” CHAPTERXVt old jitov*a, Winter days have come a t last; the plane-trees in the old bhnrebyard of th e Savoy was stripped of leaves,-the ash showed only " a lattice-work of bare boughs; b u t the. grass was freshly green, and th e IvF spread ity beautiful were to win th a t girl and cost her oil I should hate you. I hope yon will mar­ ry her; I hope yon will prove th a t base­ ness docs not run in our blood.” “ She -must have carried away a de­ lightful impression of Claud and me,” he muttered, gloomily. “I daresay she will be afraid ever to look a t me again." “You can remove the impression if yon take pains," Adeline replied. “And of course Mr. Sidney will help yon. I like th a t man; he has made a study of humanity, and knows exactly how to deal w ith it. If it had not been for him X should no t easily have got a di­ rect explanation to-day," Seaward shifted his position and sighed.- “ Claud must remember the morning when he brought Lucy Cromer here for me to make a study of her," he said# “Grandmother hod sent her ou t shop­ ping, and they contrived to meet. He set the jessamine spray in h e r hair; it was his favorite flower, and he liked her to wear it. You see, Adeline, he counted on granny’s real affection-for the girl, he thought th ey might per­ suade her to forgive them if they were once married,” * “She might have forgiven them; it was quite possible. I have never Once heard Lucy Cromer’s name till to-day. Granny has k ep t th e secret w ith won- derfnl craft. Go on, Seaward, and t a l l , me all th a t you knew*"?'* Seaward did toll h e r ail th a t he knew, And when he had finished, she drew a long breath and rose from her seat. “I don’t want to see Claud anymore," she said, quietly, “i f I remain with granny, i t must be understood th a t he is not to come to the house. As to granny herself, I feel quite eqnal to the tank of reducing her to submission. I f yon are not too touoh used up, &•*- UK LOOKED IRRESOLUTE tapestry over, the bank th a t sloped sharply down to the chapel walls. The gray tower stood up against' a grriyer sky, blit the ^unshine of a contented mind lay worm, on Olive’s life. f I t .teemed to be the most natu ral th ing in Hie world for Seaward Ayl- stone to join her "as they came out of chapel on Sundays. They always talked to each other in a friendly fash­ ion; yet on her side there was a little reserve, on his a g re a t deal of defer­ ence, Olive was no t a girl who w o re her h ea rt upon h e r sleevo. I t was, q very faithful heart, its deep wounds were even now scarcely healed, and the omt M It securely locked up in her own booms. As to Seaward, he had al­ ways been rather a grave young man, who had chosen to live his own life and work hard a t his profession. But it had never been a selfish life, and the fame th a t lie had won had not been" gained a t the cost of better things. Their ta lk about Lucy had brought them nearer together, than anything else could have done. Her portrait was hanging now on the wall of Olive's little room, and its presence there gave her a sense of quiet companionship. All was quiet in Olivo’s life now— thoughts, friendships, hopes, wore all o f the most tranquil kind. Thocalm tlm t had first fallen on her spirit within the chapel walls had never passed away, the chaplain's voice still led her “forth beside the waters qf com­ forts’’ und day after day slie proved th a t it was; "Belter to have a quiet grief than a hurrying 'delight; Bolter tho twilight of th o dawn than the noon-. _ ------ USy turning bright," ' One day Aaron Fcnlake came to see her again. lie had found work to do, bu t the wages were.small, and he looked sadly wan and wasted. There was no need to tell her th a t Michael was mar­ ried; she had seen the announcement of his marriage in the paper, and no further tidings of him had ever reached her cars. But Aaron had watched, op­ portunities, and had even hung about' old Mr. Battersby’s g reat house a t Hampstead to find ont how things went on. . “Why are yon anxious to know?" Olive asked. “1 think it is best to be in ignorance. Let him alone; we have nothing more to do w ith him, Aaron." “1 want to see whether the wicked will always flourish like the green bay tree," he answered grimly. " I am waiting for the time when he will be withered up, root and branch. Hasn’t he spoiled your life and mine?" “Nd," she said; “ it is our own fault If our lives are spoiled, not his. We are fools, Aaron, if we will not build a new house because the'old palace is a ruin. Arc we to waste our time in sitting among the fragments of shattered hopes and mourning over them?” “ That Is ju s t w h a t I am doing every day," replied Aaron, “And th a t is ju s t w ha t you must not do. Aaron, brooding over your w m g » ? A jrouf h e a rt ftofullof b i t e chat there is no room to r tow* i t it?” Wlty *o t make sure o f ooo good th ing while it may *tiU ha had? Why n o t go hack to th e old village and revive the old love? Xwish, Aaron, th a t you oould g e t .eon* work to do in the country,” “i have never thought of try ing ," he said, struck by th e idea. “ I t would be good fo r yon 1* g e t out of Loudon. Promise .rhe, jAarop, .th a t yon Will wHtotoyouroldaOh«eintaaoee in Fetetafield, There may be some- th ink fo r yon to do," ^“ 1 w illth in k o f it, Olive,"he replied. “No, don’t th in k of it* -do it. Some­ how your thinking always ends in a kind o f melancholy dreaming. Write to Jane, and te ll h e r th a t you w a n t t® eomeTboclctothebldshlrel1' • He looked irresolute. She sprang up and got pen; ink and paper, “There," she said, dipping, th e pen in th e ink, and pu tting it into his hand. “Xw ill stand over you resolutely till th e le tte r is w ritten." And she laughed—» soft, merry laugh th a t seemed to corns ringing beok from th e p a s t,’ He h ad ' never heard h e r langh since she had come' to London, and tho sound recalled their early days as nothing else h ad ever done.. Once more he was a shy Jfd , roaming through old meadows w ith two :happy girls. Once more he seemed to 'b reathe, th a t fresh, free air th a t has a wild poetry in it, and sings to tho h ea rt like a sweetsong. The scent of the fields, th e keen breath of morn­ ing, the perfuiqo o f honeysuckle on the Warm evening breeze, all this came back to him again. Olive was right. Among the old downs he might find his true self again and be a happier man than he could ever have been in London. Some men ore always rustics jat heart—they lose all sense of freedom in cities* and con­ stan t intercourse w ith many people drives them back into the grim fortress of self. Aaron had never tflriven on London soil; the fresh hill breeze had often whispered to him in the crowded streets and brought tea rs' to his eyes. He was passionately'in love with liis old bome, and his h ea rt refused toead- m it any new affections. I t was this morbid faithfulness th a t had made him cling to Michael and had made Michael almost hate him. . His face had softened when Olive laughed. Both faces seemed to grow younger as they bont over tbe sheet of note-paper; hers had recaptured the Sunny playfulness that, sorrow had driven away, his had regained the old boyish^Joolc of sober • r uusement.. While the sunshine of the moment lin­ gered about him he began .to write, and so the le tte r was finished and folded and stamped, and actually dropped into letter-box. Thai; letter came to Bostmoen in tho gray of a w inter morning, when Jane Challoclc, having given her father his breakfast, was standing a t tho cottage door. A robin -had broken the chill silcnco with its clear* song, uncon­ sciously cheering Jan e’s heart os sho looked out across tho bard garden. The wcll-knbwn step of the postman sounded on the read, bu t Jane had left off look­ ing fo r letters from Aaron, and was trying to live on unsustained by the eld hopo. Yet sho started and felt her COPYRIGHT Ji ' ‘ Set right1 •—•11 tb« propei* functions of wo­ manhood. Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is tho remedy. It- regulates and promotes their ac­ tion, and— removes ■ the obstruc­ tions and suppressions which cause trouble and misery. A t the two critical periods in a, woman’s life— the change from girlhood to woman­ hood, and, later, tho “ change of life " ’ —it is a perfectly safe and an es­ pecially valuable remedial agent,, that can produce only good results I t’s a powerful, invigorating tonic, and a soothing and strengthenjmg- nervino; a legitimate medicine— purely vegetable, perfectly harm- css—-and carefully adapted, by an experienced physioiah, to woman’s , delicate needs. For all the derangements, irregu­ larities,. and weaknesses peculiar to- the sex, the “ Favorite Prescription is a remedy so certain, tha t it can be- guaranteed. I f it doesn’t give satis­ faction in every case, the money is- ‘ returned. No other medicine/ for" women is. sold in this way. ‘ No other medicine can be; IX MRS. HOOFER’a KITCIIGX. h e s rt throbbing veiy fa s t when the man paused a t the gate. She ran ou t to receive the letter, P e r­ haps It was for Mrs, Hooper o r Mrs. Challock. Olive wrote regularly to them both. But no, this le tte r was ad­ dressed to Jane herself in Aaron’s well* remembered handwriting. The warm blood rushed to h e r cheeks, and. she was rosy and gay in spite of th e bleak mom* tag. * She carried h e r treasure into Mrs. Hooper’s cottage th a t she m ight enjoy i t in peace; fo r Peggy Challock* h e r sis­ ter, hod s hab it Of tarnishing th e luster of n ew joys by a few chilly words. Peggy had never h ad any lovers of h e r own, and always steadily refused to be­ lieve In o ther people’s sweethearts until th ey became husbands. Michael Chase had proved himself u tterly false; Asrop Penlake had forgotten old attachments; men were all alike, and sensible girls why can’t you leave off ought are®Her allow ftiem>*>iv 0 » fca be ^ taken In,. As no one had ever attempted to take Peggy in, she h ad never been exposed to any danger; h u t she w en t on dinning h e r warnings into Jane’s ears until th e girl Was tired Of hearing them. So Jan e read h e r letter ta ttle friendly shelter of Mrs. Hooper's kitchen, and th e old woman and the young one re ­ joiced together, They rejoiced all the more because old Bartlett, th e Well-to- do miller, was looking about fo r a steady young man to h e lp him in his business and be the prop a t his old age. And who could be steadier than Aaron? Ixo be ooxxxmauxl He was silent, and she w ent on. “Have you forgotten Jane? I hear th a t Robert Steel is expected home in the spring. Aaron, the most faithful h ea rt cannot Wait and tru s t fo r ever if no sign is given.” His gloomy face flushed, and a sudden light gleamed in h it eyes* The little Shaft had sped home a t last. “ Instead of waiting to see Michael withered up root and branch—a thing which never will ooma to pass, Xhope— Flower “ For two years I suffered terribly- with stomach trouble,, and was fo r all tha t time under treatment by a physician. He finally, after trying- everything;, said my stomach was worn out, and that I would have to cease eating solid food. On the rec­ ommendation o f a friend I procured a bottleof August Flower. Itseem- ed to do mb good a t once. I gained strength and flesh rapidly. I feel now like a new man, and consider • that August Flower has cured me:’’ [as, E. 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