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Chronic Catarrh
Always Catching Cold
No Return in I4 Years
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A CANADIAN REMBDY -HOME CURES
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“My daughter, when she was 5 yea-rs
old, was troubled with s. very bad cold for over six mouths.
Sho wus short, of brehth, and seem-
ed to be chokcd up all the thuo.
“The doctor said it was cutarrh of
‘the head and, throat, and gave her medicine for it, but it gave no relief. Seeing Psychlue advertised, I deolflell to try lt, and before she‘hn~l finished the first bottle she was as well as ever. The catarrh never returned, although 14 years have passed away since then, and she is now grown to young wo- manhood."-Mrs. Wm. Garratt.
The first stages of catarrh are com-
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Psychine is pronounced Sl-keen
For sale at all drugglsts. at $1.00 per
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LOVE FOR
m
IS LOVE FOREVER.
BY AMELIA E. BARR
Author of "Frien”d Olivia.“&c-I
PUBLISHED EXCLl'S\\'2LY BY THE GUARDIAN IN THIS PROVINCE
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#CHAPTER VI--Continued.)
Cortsinfy tho conversation seemed
to givo Stephen plsasuro_» Hhsvi- dontly, at this uncertain hour, wish- sd his son to lmow that ho had nev- sr been without religious instincts and aspirations; and that he found tha comforts of the God he had worshiped in secret to bs sutlicient for his extremity. Indeed, he was fu more anxious and uneasy about the stisirs of this life than about anything that was to como after it. Hs heard his wlfe's steps, and it re- called him at once to the actual.
“Go down to thy mother, Lancs/'~
ho said. "Sho is s bit trying these days. Thou must be patient with hor. Wo s.ll hsv o wssk side; mins is my mill; hers is her house; and thins, I'll bs bound, is that bonny, lass of Athorton's. Kiss me again. Ehl Lance-Lancs! I can't help thinking of tho days when thou _wort s baby, and I carried thee on my shoulder, and nsxt my heart. I_ca.n feel thy little hands yet about my neck," and he lifted his large, tremb- ling hs.nds, and drew his son’s face down, and looked steadily into it, and said solemnly: -"God bless thu, my dear, dear Lance!"
"My dear, dear fstherl"~ "Thou wilt como A bit after me,
but I shall Gnd thee out in the next world. I shall know thee by thy loving eyes and thy likeness to my- sen, and by that sweet, sweet. voice of thins. Leave me now. I’d like to be a bit by mysen."
Lancelot met his mother on the
stairs; hs took har hand and walked to the parlor with her. As they went, she said, in a melancholy _wayz
"There is a cup of tes. ready for
thee.'5
The room was as spotless and ord-
erly as if there was no sickness near tho place; Tho birds twittered in the ivy outside, and the scent of tho wall-flowers came in through the open window. The great change was in his mot.har'| face. It had always been s grave face; it was now nl- most a hopeless one. Lance had never conceived of a human counteri- ance so full of something that was superhuman'-yet not pleasantly so.
"What do you think of your inth-
or’)"- she asked, with her eyes fixed
upon the floor.
"I think ho is very sick, What
doctor has hs?"»
"Doctor Thorpe. He is as good as
say."
"l would send to Deeds for the
best in the town. I will go myself to-night."-
."Nny, you won’t, Your father is
going to die. No one can help him."
“How can you talk so calmly of
such a calamity. mother?"
"It will mebbe be the varry best
thing that could happen. The Bible says that no man lives or dies to or for himsen; ho hes to live for those behind him and those that
come after him.”
“What do you moan, mother?" "If he would keep his fingers ofi
Leigh House, them that live in its rooms unseen would keep their hands od him. Did he tell thee he was go- ing to mortgage house and land to Joshua Newby?" Her face had be- come scarlet, hor syes blazed; 'she was the incarnation of indignant wrong. -"If he will worry them that are stronger than ho is, hs must sup tho cup they mix for him. I hcv told him-I hev warned’ him-warned him,
and better wamed 'him/'
"Mother, you let your affection for
your family and your house run sway with your best part. My fath- sr’s life is worth all the old houses
in the world."
"For God's sake, don’t thee talk
in that ,wayl Whativcr will I do?
Whativer will I do?"
"Do the best possible to save fath-
or's life. I am going for another
doctor."
"Thorpe knows. Thorps has known
him all his lifs."»
"Still, I will hsvs another 'doo-
tor."-
"As ts likos.'-5
She was now sullen and silent, and
appeared to full into s condition of hopeless indifference. Lance could not eat; ho drank s cup of tea, and then rode into Leeds for advice. The phy- sician he brought spoke of fever and of the man's gigantic strength, and ths struggle there might be between liis and death. Indeed, the patient was already delirious, and didlcult to manage. For many days and nights Lancelot never left his father. In the land of the shadow of death. hs kept close by his side. Sometimes the sick msn called him frantically in cries full of suffering, and sometimes in the fearsome whispers of agonized
terror.
"I sm hors, father! Close by your
side. I will not leave you!"
In such assurances over and over,
with exhausting monotonous repeti- tions, Lancslot passed many days of anguish and nights of anxious four. For ho had s. highly sensitive nature, responsive to all unseen in- fluences, and hs _could not escape
either the one or tho other.
At midnight, when his mother wsn-
dered restlsssly from room to room, muttering indistinguishable words, falling upon her knees in speechless snguish, and the dying mon whis- pered awfully from far, for od, the weight' of untold years was upon Lancelot-indlstlnct memories -no thought smbodlsd, but weight and power-and an obscure sense oi tho soul looking backward and forward through endless vistas. Then the atmomhers of tho ancient rooms was heavy with llfs that breathed not; with powers that touchod him to the quick, in moods which he had no senses to omlsin; with flashes of ll- lumlnstlon from thc inner sids of life;. vsgus terrors of nameless things; vsgus, conceptions of times before this llfs began, ond hs seemed to miss hi_s foothold in it sgd to fsll
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Steadily the strong mu; marched
to death. Thero was some wonder st the inefficiency of sll remedies, and Doctor Thorpe questioned Lancelot sharply about the administration of tht-lu.
"Whether your father be conscious
or unconscious, they must. be given him rcgulnrl_\'," ho said. “'l‘li<-y cau- not he neglected."
“They are not neglected, sir. My
mother watches the clock, and brings them at the vt-ry moment with her own timid."
"Your mother brings them?" "Yos. This room is too dark to
measure them with safety and abso- lute correctness. We were fearful they would be given in’ wrong quan- tities. liothr-r took them to the par- lor. No nu-dirinvs could be more cnrelully ;\tt<-mlud to." ,
The rlortor said no more: he sat
down uuri wait:-ll. In a short timi- lllurlha .Loigli entered, with ii gloss in hi-I' hand. ilu took it from her and put it to his lips.
".\larthu, this is plain watr-r. Have
you forgottr-n the drops? 'They are most important; they ure life or death!"
lie pgavo the cup back, and sho left*
the room without il worrl.
"Look after tho mvrlirrins _voor-
sl-lf," ho said to Lnnrolot. "Your mother is i|~oubl~»<l uuil \\'|-ary, you ought not io rl-ly on hor."
'l`lu» words np|u-arull to be kind and
ronsiih-rate \\'iu'<is, but th<-_\' were ne- ;;ati\'r~rl h_\' the tone in which they wr-ro uttr-rt~<l. A fi-ar he durst not think of camo into Lauc4=lot's heart, Iii- wus strirkvu for n moment dumb and motionless. The doctor had loft the room; he was standing at the top of the stairs, looking, with s sm'1‘owi'ul unct-riaint_\», buck into it, win-n Lanculot npproni‘li1'<l him. ’l`lu‘n lu: in-gun to cies(-l-ml the stl-ps, but tho miserable young man arrested
him.
"Doctor," he said, "you have
l\no\\'n me all my life. what do you
want. to sn_\"."`
"Nothing but wlmt I have said.
Your xiiuilwr is not fit. to trust. \\'ii|'- tlio int-flirinos. lirop tin- tinctui‘~\.¢. with _your own hand. llo not ask me any quvslious, Lance. I have nollziuyr to soy to you." “.\l_\' l'ailu-1'?" “ls \`vr_\' ill. llc will prnl»ahl_v dia
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“lu tliviv- im liopr-_ sir?"
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H° l5k°" th* question suspiciously,
with s. 'certain dsrosnoss of manner, and f~h0\\- lhllkih! his hand frco from Lmwl0t'l. went from the house.
For A moment Lancelot stood
where he loft him. His face was sou- lot. He trembled with anguish. It n stronger had hoard him accused of n crime. they would certainly have said: "The man is guilty." .
Recovering himself, he went back
to the nick-room. shielded tim candle again, looked tenderly at the pros- trate #sun lying with me upturned to heaven, whito as clay, without USN. \`-11°'-ill". or feeling, only not dead, and then, with passionate haste, he went to the parlor. His mother sat in s. chair by the hearth. Ilor hands were dropped. Sho wg gray and cold, and unresponsive to her son's entrance. Ho had hitherto respected this attitude. He thought it to be his mothcr's way of bearing sorrow. But, ohl if it should be ro- morso, and not sorrow. I-Ie stood bo- fore her, and she looked up and thsn down.
"Mother, do you know that father
is dying? He will not live mother day. O mother! mother!"
"I told thee he would die. Ho had
to die. It is his awn fault."
"You Want me to think that bil
forefathers killed him?"
“To be sure they did." "Then I hate them all-every one
of them, man, woman, or child, that hurt himl The dearest father, tho noblest soul that ever li_vedl 0 father! My father! Lance would have died for you, as you would for himl"
“Wilt thou be quiet? It is o. shams
of thee. Hating thy own, and daring to say it, too. Don't thee speak to me. I won’t listen to thee."
"I tell you father is dying. Ths
doctor says he is afraid he has not- had his medicines. 0 Godl 0 mothcrl mother!"
Sha had risen in her passion, but
she sat down at his appeal and laughed in s low, miserable way, muttering to herself as she did so.
“What arc you saying, mother?" "I will tell thee, if ta wants to
know. I am saying that old Joshua Newby may come now with his pa- pers. Thy father's hand will never sign Leigh away to him. Hs hes been here ivcry,day for two weeks to get thy father’s name. Thank God Almighty he will niver get it now. Better a clay hand than a false hand!" '
“Give me my father’s medicines." "Ay, thou can take them now."-
"Oh, you cruel wife!" "Cruclt Little thou knows. Hes
thou a tire in thy heart and thv brain burning thee up bit by bit while thou art quick and living? Hes thou seen what I hev seen, or heard what I hsv heard? Hes thou sat with the dead, and been sent to do their bidding und their will for them? Go thv ways, and don't thee dare to speak to me again till ta knows what thou art talking about."
"Do you know that Doctor Thorpe
suspects you of letting my father
die?"
She did not answer him a word.
Her eyes were fixed upon his father’s empty chair. A sudden breeze blew the white shade sharply against the window and brought into the room the scent of wall-ifowors. The little blow startled and hurt. Lancelot; ho never more could endure the woody perfume. He lifted tho medicine vials and went upstairs. There are mo- ments when all mon weep. They may do it in secret, but, none the less, they cover their faces, and their Plllms are wot with the bitter rain. And when Lancelot sat down again in the gloom of his father’s death- bcd, and saw the white, helpless fig- ure, and thought of the “pcradvcn- ture" that might have been, ho broke utterly down. Low subs shook him from head to feet; he buried his face in his hands and knelt down by the dear father who would know him
no more in this world.
All night he kept his lonely watch,
and all alone he helplessly witnessed tho lost struggle of tho doporting soul. Ho was unspcakablv wretched, for hs had realized the wrong dong only when it. was too late in any way to ntono for it.. The medicine vials accused him; ho could not bear to touch them, ho could not bear to see them. An awful stillness was in the house, a stillness porvqd- ed by spiritual life. Lancelot felt it press upon him on every side, and ho resented tho intrusion. With his open Bible in his hands ho stood by his fathcr's head and recited over and over the verses of the twenty-third Psalm. His low, clear voice, solemn and tender, penetrated the heavy sho.- dows of the room, and his mother, stealing without hor shoes to the Shllli 1100?. 1101111! him say: " 'I will fear no evil, for Thou art with
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Perhaps also the comfortable
words went with tho departing soul, for in thoso ineffable moments just, before the dawn, Lancelot, looking into his isther’s face, saw a dash of parting intelligence, swift, and vivid
as lightning.
"Fatherl Farewell, father,” ho
whispered close on the dying man’s lips; and instantly, from some my- sterious distanco, in tones sweetly hollow, like muillcd music, camo tho
answer:
“Loncel-'my door lsdl-Good-
bysl"
Thon Lancelot was holding s clay-
eold hand. I-io kissed lt, and laid it across tho quiet heart. 1-‘or s mo- ment ho stood regarding tho empty soul-case, the massive chest, tho length and strength of limb, the largo head-all the noble similltudo of o man prostrated in tho summer of life. -"0 harmless Death!" thought. Lancelot, ss *ho softly loft.
thu dead msn’s chamber-
”Oh harmless Dcathl, whom still tho
valiant brave,
Tho wise expect, the sorrowful in-
vite.
And all the good embrace, who know
the grave '
The short dark psssogm to eternal
light."-
Iho words wore uncalled; they com; s if sent. and said themselves with swept insistence, as hs descended tho stairs. '
The house wus still ss s grave, tho
dawn was only breaking; he had s thought that his mother might hp aslovp in some \|ppc_t_' room; but yet he wont on to thu parlor. She was sitting tht-ro, she wal qtilfn' awake,
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a r s c "Bo quiet. He hed to die. D0 I
make s. moan about lt? Call Dinah toimske thee`a cup 0! C0500- I 'lm going to thy father now."
If he had been able to reproach |10!
nt this minute, hc_\vould not have dons so. She looked at him with nn air of defiance he had no heart L0 gainsay. Ho sat down, and Martha leigh went at once to hor dead h_us- band. [Lancelot heard her moving about, heard her opt-ning drawvrl. heard hor fling wide the snshes, h0¢1!`d her unlock a door little used. and go up the narrow stairs to the gar- ret; and then s quick, sick, fear came
into his heart. Would she end her,
remorse by death? Would sho follow her husband through the grunt sid- oreal spaces, and dufond herself to him?"
He was asking such questions as ho
sped rapidly after lu-r. At thc foot of the garrot stairs they were nu- sworod. She hu'd lorlu-d the ¢l00I' Within, but he hcuril lirr ixuploring. justifying, speaking' to the Llvud mlm and the living God in an agony Of entrvnty and prots-station. At length sho begun to vvvvp, t0 SOM to cry out, like a \\'oiuun _in strong physical pain might cry.
Ile stood still, with lips firmly Evil
and face as white as death. li RU had been silent, he would have brok- en open the lock and gone to her. Death he must. pri-vent, but sulfur- ing- Noi She ought to sullvr. It was hor only ulmnro for salvation. Yet. he watclu-d with ht-r-\vatcl\ud until he hoard hor slowly coming down the stair. 'l‘h.~n hc went i0 his own room and put n\\'n.\' SON" things he vnlucd, and packed a Bmilll trunk which he intqnded to take with him.
Among his niusic he found tho
song he hurl written, "T0 l"ri\nce9- ca," rare Bon .louson’s rare love- song. He put it to his lips with passionate longing and distress. Never again would he holri hor donr hand, and sing it to hor smiles and kisses. Ho was the son of a woman who had-lot her husband die. Ile could not say, he could not cniluro to tlimli, tho our awful word whirll yet luy in his :li-opt-si voiisciixlisni-ss, which ho [mast-il Ii_v with shut 1-_vi-S and forcl-il oblivion. llo was hor son. How, then, could ho ln- l~`rnn- cesca's lover? liow could he ever hope to be her l\ushnn<l'.’ The tund- erness, the s\\'i~<‘tn\~ss, the purity uf the unc woman stood nfnr oil' from tho cruelty, the liarllnoss, tho cartil- llnvss nf the othi-i‘_
Yet his mother was his inothcr. Hur blood bout in his hvurl; sho was part and 'pnrrt-l ol' his person- ality. Ile could no more 1-si-n|ro from hor than he could alter the color uf his hair, or take on inch from his stature. Ile told hiiusvli' that ho would not escape from her if he could; she was still his mother. llo found it aircnrly possible to begin looking for excuses for her; physical reasons und extrciuitios for her act; assuring himself, as a final and liv- cisive cause, that his father still loved her. llc had now supernatural insights, he would know tho spring of hor (li-iil>vi'at0 cruelty, he would have forgiven hcr; at, least, he would wish him to protect. hor as far as it
was possililv.
llow far that should be was the
question Lancelot hull now to an- swer. But his mind was in it tum- ult; he could not think. How, thou, could he decide? In an hour his
mother called him.
“There is a bit _of breakfast
ready," sho said. "Thou hed bottcr eat, if ta wants to act. like n sen-
sible man."
Ile wondered how hc could bear to
sit at the table and break broad with her. Perhaps she had thought of this difficulty; the table was only
laid for him. .
ITL) BE CONTINUED.)
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