The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21

The CedarriUeHerald W. H. BLAIB. PuMUhw, CEDAP.V ILLE . onto. NIY MOTHER’S FLOWERS. The fondest recollections c II dk To childhood's happy hours, And from the years long past we brfng A love for mother?* flowers. The lilies with their hearts of gold. And potals whlto as snow; The climbing vine about the porch. With roses all iglpwr The violet in Its lowly bed, Themignonette so sweet; The dearly loved old-fashioned pink, - The sweot-pea trim and neat Lova In a mist and marigolds, Dahlias, the garden's prides The dainty blue'forget-me-not, Phiox, and the mourning bride. And four o'olocks—the tardy flowers That ope at close of day— Jtight-bloommg sweets whose fairy tents The morning folQ*away: : -' Nasturtiums climbing otithe wa& WHhilery bloom* ablase; And hollyhocks surpassing all, .. IntaUandstataly waya And tnsuiymors to fair and bright,•, ■ Within the garden grew; a- It was the Edon of delight Our happy childhood knew. If "mother, home and Heaven,** - ■The awceteat thlnRsmsjr Nfe Then, mother dear, we had them al) I At home, street bomo-with th*cl But fleeting 'years hare ? wrooght CItefir change— That Eden Is no more; Thy steps have sought the sunny dime, The everlastingshore. - Still thy fair flowers we love the best And cherish through theyears, Though oft at some sweet thought * hide : Behind a mist of tears. : —Mrs. M. G. R. Creighton, tnOhlo Farmer. old lover had appeared to liar; In ao wan and wasted, so utterly changed. Aaron had dropped hint* about Michael’s marriage, which was generally thought to be an uphappy one; but Olive k*d refused to listen. “ Tell me nothing,’*she had. laid, Arm- If- There was no need for her to be told anything; Michael Chime’s story was written on his altered features. A successful man he might be, but never a happy one. The girl whom he had so cruelly wronged glided past him into the gloaming; her face pale, her lips pressed tightly together; For a mo- ment aho had felt a sharp pain; pity for herself, a still deeper pity for him, tool? possession of her and site walked on, seeing nothing and hearing nothing, although the streets were crowded as usuaL But the peace that she had gained was not of the land that can be easily snatched away; it had taken a deep root in her heart and its sweet­ ness prevailed over that transient bit­ terness. Site did not k n ow . then that she bad i seen her hid sweetbeart for the lapt fhae on .ea^th, Long after­ wards she was glad that she had seen him; glad that she had United hid name iHth hflr prayers that flight, and? osltcd thatthe blessing he haddespised, might be granted to him at her petition they CHAPTERXVX.-~OormrajED. The two-womenbreakfasted together, and then set off through the lanes to •Id Bartlett, just as the slow day liad struggled into light. The stars in their courses seemed to ho fighting for Jane at last. The miller hod known Aaron from a boy and had great flaith in his sober, silent ways. Aaron, he said,-was welcome to come to him as soon as he liked; the sooner the better. And so it came to pass that Aaron’s steps turned homeward. He went to see Olive, and told her that ho was go­ ing back to Jane and Eastmeon. She brightened at the news. “Olive,” he said, looking at her wist­ fully, “ I wish you too were going hack! to the old place. A great deal is said about beginning a new life; bu tt think that with some of us a new life means a return to the old.” i* “ Yes, with some o f us,” She an­ swered. “ Your old life was the true life, Aaron, andyour old love lathe true love.” ■! lie turned away from hor with a sigh. The gentle patlenoo in licr face was almost more than he could bear; and his old hitter feeling against Michael returned In full force. Was it just that a man who had done so much wrong should go unpunished? “ I should like to stand face to face with him for a minute or two,” he mut­ tered between his teeth. “ If you ever meet him face to face, Aaron, I hope your, heart w ill. he softened,”. Olive said quietly. “ Until we can forgive, we can never be healed. The prayer for thou who have 'despite- fully used us’ is the halm for our own wounds. When you refuse to pardon Michael, you reject a blessing.” VI' will try not to think about him,” Aaron answered, “ That’s all I can say s Iiut it Ls an ill thing when the wife yet. There's little good in making be- j holds the money-bag qnd the husband lievo to forgive when you'can't. Good* i carries an empty pocket, Mrs. Michael CHAPTER XVII. the cuowned head . % Onpe moire the primrdseiShad unrolled their soft 'crinkled leaves and opened their yellofv stars .iuf the hedge-hanks of Eastmeon. Once more, the spring scents rose from the earth, and April sprinkled the velvet mosses with sun­ beams and glittering tears. The trees wore budding in the old Savoy church­ yard; the grass and ivy, newly washed with gtotle showers, had put on the freshest green and Olive thought of quiet country places few away. Good news came to her from.' the little vil­ lage among the downs. Jiiho and Aaron were to he married In June, and both were wonderfully happy and well contented with their lot. The free air of his old home had driven Aaron’s clouds away; a grave and quiet man ,he would always he; hut a great deal of his awkward shyness was gone. He was prospering; old IJartlett relied upon him gs a son. People had learned, to' respect him and have1confidence in his judgment.. Michael had been born for the city; hut Aaron was a man who needed the simple influences -of rural life. Michael's father, the drunken black­ smith, had possessed a battered cottage and a piece of ground in Eastmeon. The cottage was a mere ruin,’ and the bit of garden wa; so small and unpro­ ductive that when .the' blacksmith died it was difficult to find another tenant. Michael could not afford to repair tlio' dwelling, and was glad to let it to the first-person who %vas willing to live in it, a man well stricken in years and very poor. Busy with his own grand ,schemes young Chase seldom bestowed a thought on his sorry little property at Eastmeon; but ouo day there camo a letter from a lotvyfcr, haying that a client of his desired to buy the land apd build a houhe on it. When this lottcr camo to Michael it afforded him a faint gleam of satisfaction. Mrs. Michael Chase, after waiting many a day, had married beneath hor rtither. thaw remain Mingle. Michael waa a rising man; ho was extremely useful to her brother; he had a shrewd head and knew how to tuke care of money. Moreover, lie was good-looking. and had the art of adapting* "himself to the society into which fortune had thrown him. Ills vulgarity was of that subtle kind which only betrays, itself on rare occasions;.lie had no coarse tastes; no love of vice. -On the whole, he was a wonderfully presentable specimen of the young man who had made his own way; and Mis!# Bitttersby was not un­ willing to follow her brother’s advice and accept him as a husband. we shall see- you at j had a temper, and felt that there was |noaecd to control it. She did not deny herself the pleasure of Reminding generosity In keeping by, Olive; I hope Eastmeon again by and by. “ Yes, Aaron.” Her face brightened •gain. “ I will come and see yon and Jane when you have made a home of your own.” He went his way, and when the door had closed behind him Olive sat think­ ing for a little while. Aaron was going back, as she had said, to that old love which was the true love; but for her there was nothing to go back to. There in Eastmeon, here in London, she was alone; and her soli­ tude was of that invisible kind of which the chaplain had spoken, And then other words of his camo back also., “ The life o f earnest duty and simple devotion—o f patient endurance and loving communion’’—-was she not striv­ ing to live it? And had she not felt in her soul that sweet sense of spiritual companionship which Christ imparts? This was not a feeling to be talked of; if you described It in everyday lan­ guage yon lost something of its sacred- ness. Olive always felt that in an ar­ gument with a clever materialist, fth« would assuredly get the Worst of it. The next day was Saturday, and the flower shop closed early. ’ She had been out in the afternoon on an errand o f Mrs, Wake’s, and was coming back into the first shadows of the dusk, when she saw a face that she knew. It WaaMichael himself, who passed her in the falling twilight. He did not see her; his eyes looked straight before him, but she had a glimpse of his worn, hAggardfao* It waa naif the ghost of Michael of her him well supplied with cash. She set her foot upon his ncclt every day o f her life. To do hfm justice Michael bore all with exemplary patience, Ift giving up Olive ho had given tip the best thing in his life. The chance offered him by the Baltcrsbys had been too splendid to be thrown away, and so hehnd partedwith his pearl of price without hesitation. Olive had developed absurd fancies; she was disposed to undervalue him; it Waa best to bid her good-by. Neverthe­ less, ite had’ not been wholly uncon­ scious of her worth. Sometimes when Mrs, Michael had been a little tn6r& cSeiuiperating -than usual he world call-up a vision o f his old love, with her soft eyeis, her gentle voice and her tender hands, all ready to do his bidding. Once in his life he had been loved and he could not forget it, - When the lawyer’s letter came to him early in the spring he held up his head and talked loftily of his little property down in Eastmeon. Mrs. Chose was sur­ prised and treated him with a slight in­ crease of'respect. He decided that he would go and look at “ the property” himself. In truth he needed change of air and scene, arid the thought of re­ turning to the old village thrilled him with a painful kind of pleasure. Only a little while ago he had hated to hoar the place mentioned, hut now that his ambitious desires had beat* granted he w i ld afford to revive old memories. The sight o f familiar scene* anti the scent o f tbo fields would bo pleasant to • jaded man. '-Tim wear and tear of an eager life hod told upon him of lato. He had consulted a doctor and had been gravfljy cautioned against worry and overwork; but this, is m worrying and overworking ’fljflb, and ho did not sup­ pose "that ho was feeling any worse than most of the men he met every day. Love’Akeen eye would have detected serious symptoms, but love did not cross Michael’s path nowadays. Once or twice Edward Battersby had care­ lessly remarked that ho was' “ looking E 9 cdy,V but no one entreated him to take care* o f himself, hor saw that he was often unfit for the commonest duties. He had never realized his own delicacy of -constitution — never once suspected that his fragile body obuld not meet tbe demands made upon it by a strong imperious wiU. Even after the doctor had spoken he steadily put his ailments put’ of. his mind. Surely they were not worth marty; thoughts. A breath of country air and a Walk in the fields would set him up completely. He resolved ta spend at least two or three days at .Eastmeon. ■ •/ > He had not heard o f Aaron’s return to the tillage. He had thought it prob­ able that Aaron or Samuel Wake would have come to heap reproaches on his. head, but Olive’s champions were si­ lent.. Nor had Olive even deigned to write ananswer to his cruel letter; lie ha|| received a packet containing the trifling presents that he-had given her, and that was all. He decided that be would not stay in an iun if he could find other accommo­ dation. There were two inns in Easit- raeon, one new and the other old. Of the new one he kneW.little, and the old one was kept by Aaron Fenlalte’s fath­ er and was far too humble an abode for Mr. Chase. Moreover, he did not wont to- have- any, talk with old Fenlike about%b> son. v . 1 And then ho remembered the Bel- tliorpes, • father and son, who lived in the old courthouse. They wore well-, to-do farmers, and young Belthorpe had noticed Michael’s cleverness and taken a liking to him in the past days. Young llelthorpe had married and was master o f the old house now. - Michael thought that he would write and ask if he 'might be his guest. He wrote, and speedily received a re­ ply. It'was Belthorpe's cousin who wanted to buy Chase’s old cottage and garden, and the farmer was willing enough.to renew his acquaintance with a. man Who had risen in the', world. Michael was sure o f comfortable quar­ ters and a hearty welcome. The history of Eastmeon’is a lost his­ tory. The antiquary eomes to visit the, church, which contains the quaintest of fonts (uncqualed even by tlio one in Winchester cathedral), and seldom leaves the place without paying a visit to the old courthouse and inspecting all its chambers. Many of these rooms are falling into decay; many are never used at,all, but everywhere there are distinct traces of monastic building. Michael remembered the place very well. He had never been romantic, bat he had wondered sometimes whether any tragedies had ever been enacted within those massive walls, and under those old arches, springing from prowned and mitred heads. It was a surprise to him to find that the house had changed but little sinco his boy­ hood. , ’ The furmcr and his wife received him cordjtally. It was still early in the evening when ho arrived, and tho old rooms were cheerful with sunshine. But he was tired,the short railway jour* taoyhad wearied him, and even the five- mile drive from Petersficld seemed to were to be found is moat of the qppef apartments of the courthouse. -Forit few seconds Michael stood at the-open window and let the cool air breathe upon his worn face. The scent of violets floated up-fruqi the old gar­ den; the fe ll began to X^ng for evening prayer, and sleeping aaemori** awokfl with the perfume *%£ ehimer How flweet and familiar flQp this had toflflS once! He thought.be had forgotten fni past, but here it was within him, fresh and living still. As he turned f romthe windowhis eye fell on a sculptural head, just then illuminated by the evening light.’ It was crowned in kingly fashion, and the royal circlet rose above a massive brow, and a cruel, clever face. -The nose waa straight and-jcjelicate; a mustache hung, over the mouth, but did not hide the firm outlines o f the thin lips that were | curved {ntp a faint^but mocking smile. Tho aharp contours of tbe cheek and the sunken jtemplcs .told o f wasting mental toil. A mSn with such a face might have been versed in all the wiles of statecraft; he. would have tworked with his scheming brain bnt hever with his hands. He might have raised ar­ mies, and directed their advance upon the foe, but he would never had led them on to battle with jhis own sword. It was a face that could have looked on unmoved while men and women were tortured, and even the soft western light that shone upon it with a gentle glow cou)d bring out no sign of tender ness or nobility. ’ Yet somewhere, whether lately or in the far past he could not tell, Michael had seen a face that resembled this. There was something familiar in the chiseling of the features and the up­ right line between the brows. He stood and gazed at it with a curious feeling of repulsion and strange dread. He was afraid of the face; absurd as it seems, he felt that it was mocking him, and defying him to find that other face that was lilte it. Then, with a sudden impulse, he walked to the glass, and looked at him­ self. There was no mistaking the like­ ness now, that crowned human fiend had features like’ his own. In that carven stone he saw all that was evil in his own visage deepened and intensi­ fied.? A few more years .of selfish scheming and of deliberate scorn of all holy things, and then his mouth would take that pitiless curve, and that Satan­ ic smilp might lie stampedupon it until it turned to dust.- i He shuddered and passed his hand across his eyes. Had ho been led here to receive a mute warning? Weakened by long-neglected illness, weary with jnccssant toil, he conid not shako off this idea as he would have dope once. It would haunt him sleeping and waking with a fear that he' had never known till now., i And was it, after all, merely a morbid fancy? Bo great are tho possibilities of good and evil within us that'every one may carry about in his soul the future angel or the future fiend. The man who by his own will has been ‘-’left to himself” may well bo startled if lio gets a glimpse of that which self may be­ come. That God does sometimes vouch­ safe'these glimpses of the possible wo cannot doubt,. “ There, but for His grace, goes John Bradford,” criedtha old.Buritan preacher when bo saw tho: criminal led to execution. “ I will go out of doors,” thought Michael, as he left the room. “ A walk through the old village will calm my nerves, and insure a quiet night.” Hnir's This! We offer One Hundred Dollars Rew« for any cm « of Catarrh that can n o t, cured by Hall’s Catarrh Cure. & J. Cflc.Nar & oo., Props, Toledo. O.. wo the undersigned, have known F. J Cheney for the Just lf> years, and/ believe , him perfectly honorable in all business transactions and financially able to carry cut any obligations mudo by their firm. • West Trlmx, Wholesale Druggists, To- ° ! Waldfng, Kinnan He Marvin, Wholesale .Druggists, Toledo, Ohio Hull s Catarrh Cure 1* taken Internally, acting diroctly.upon tho blond aridmucous surface* of the system, place 75e, per bot­ tle Bold byall druggists. Testimonials free. T ub five o’clock tea is makes tlio butierlly of Field's Washington. tlio grub tliat fashion.—Kate ! A le g a c y o f Anguish, The rheumatic, taint transmitted from parent to child is indeed a legacy of an* guish. Moreover, trilling causes, such aa sitting in a draught, tho neglect to speedily change damp clothing; readily develop it. Whether rheumatism be hereditary or con­ tracted by texposure, Hostotter’s Stomach Bitters is the surest depurent for expelling the virus from the blood and for preventing the Jater encroachments of Urn .disease. Equally potent is it in arresting malarious, bilious and kidney trouble and constipation. Tms Roman augur, in hi* day, ivas prob-. ably tbe biggest bore in tbe world.—Pica­ yune. , .. TBS CBOWXED HEAD. have dohe him small good,' although the air was fresh and sweet. His hostess conducted him to hi* room with apologies, hut he scarcely heard what she was saying. Some necessary repairs liad been going On in the upper part of the house; the “ guest- chamber” was unfit for use, and a smaller room liad been got ready hast­ ily for Mr, Chase, There was nothing to complain of in the room savo its small size. It was furnished with a quaint old bedstead, daintily draped with fresh white dimi­ ty hangings, and everything else was old-fashioned and pretty in its way. The window looked out over the vil­ lage and its enfolding-downs, softly gilded now with the first glory of sun­ set. There was no ordinary ceiling; overhead rose a roof like a Church-roof, the arches springing from corbels, sup­ ported by those carved heads which CHAPTER XVIII. raeoron smoke and voamk . The farmer gladly assented to his guest’s proposal that they should take a breath of fresh air before dinner. There was hut one way of approaching tho courthduse, and that was tho old way, across the farmyard and through tho white gate. They went Out, past the meek cows and clucking hens, and found themselves in the lane by the- churchyard. The day’s work was end­ ed, laborers trudged homeward, ex­ changing a word with tlie farmer as they passed, and looking inquisitively at his companion. Not one of them recognized him, although he remem­ bered many of their faces well enough. Perhaps prosperity changes people more than poverty does, perhaps the successful city life Is harder than the rough country life. Anyhow no one suspected that this pinched and emaci­ ated stranger was the bright-looking lad who Hod lived amongst them a few years ago. Once, ns they passed the open door of a cottage, Michflcl felt a strange thrill o f self reproach. A pleasant-faced woman, between sixty and seventy, sat sewing in a woflden arm-chair, with a crutch rife each aide. Sha looked up and noddeditr Belthorpe, “ How are the pain* this evening, Mrs. Crake?” he asked.kindly. . “ Well, not much better, thank ye, but no worse,” she answered, In a cheerful voice, “ And how’s all the little ones, Mr. Belthorpe?” “ They’re bright enough. You’ll see them to-mOrrow; their mother has got a parcel to tend you.” (no be oosiTu rom ] A New Kin*. “What kind of a dog have you?” aaked Bobbie. „ “ A New-Yorker,” answered Fred; “ but Ills mother was a Newfoundland.” "Harper's Young People. Very x m « om > “ Maud is a timid girl,” said George. “ Yea,” said Estelle. “ She’d even Jump at a proposal.”-~PuoX. T|ie Only One Ever Ti-liitcd—C’aii Vou Find tliuWor.l? Tlio.ro is a 3 inch..display advertisement I d this paper, this week, which lias no two words alike except ouo word. Tho same is true of each new one appearing each week, from Tho Dr. Harter Medicine Oo. This bouse places a "Crescent”, on everything they make and publish. 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