•," said Lucilla indifferently ; "but 'll go to the theatre, Elsie, if it's nly to sec Mr Glenroy, and in the ope that he'll read us our fate. 1' on'foss I am intensely interested. -Ineed, I long, above all things to he a r hat the future holds in store for le." LuriMa found herself seated back to ho stage with Mr Glenroy at her Ibow. The play was a popular mel 0 - rama in four acts, and with three ong intervals. Lucilla did not give much of her ittention to the piece so occupied .as she with her companion. He was i grey-haired man of middle age and iiiddic height. His features were good and regular lith a well-formed nose and large ather full blue eyes. His face wore in expression of great kindness and I ntelligence, and he had ia peculiarly' ympathetic voice and manner which von the confidence at once. He appeared deeply interested in uucilla, and talked freely to her bewra the a cta, and not the ordinary iinall change of conversation either. So 0 a they were discussing persona-li-lies. "You're not happy," he said.under raver of the orchestra; ' 'you must not mind my saying so." "But what makes you say so " Lucilla asked. "I generally speak the truth to people," he said whimsically, "if 1 speak at all ; but sometimes they contradict me." "You are right," she said in a lowvoice. "1 won't gainsay you." "And if you are not very careful you have more unhappiness to c o uie.' "Oh ! don't, don't say that," she cried, alarmed ; "tell me what is the strange gift you have of reading people's future in their faces '!" "It is no gift," he responded smiling, " 'merely the faculties of observation and deduction very acutely de- | veloped. And then my theory is that character makes fate—is fate. Gauge thoroughly a person's character, and you may predict with more or less certainty their fate." "And my character—my fate ?" she breathed. " The keynote of your character," he said promptly, "is pride. Pride [ through and through, always pride I and pride again. It has shipwrecked your life already." In a lower voice he added, "There is always the danger it may do so again. Don't let it." "It is hard," she responded, "that one's temperament sh o uld predestine one to disappointment." "Yes, if you ask too much of life" he said. "Hut don't you adjust ths balance yourself ? Can you, of a'l People, say that no one pays the price j of your suffering with theirs ?" A picture of Fred's face, now with , the love light on it, now darkened by despair, rose up before her. Sh ' dropped her eyes, unwilling to return ' a truthful answer. The curtain had gone up, and in the slight c o nfusion which ensued in the stalls consequent on. the return o many occupants to their places, she noticed a young man whose appenr- ' anco seemed familiar, yet unfamiliar, 1 make his way to his seat. "You young girls," went on Mr Glenroy in a lighter tone, "don't understand what that kind of thing may mean to a man. Faint heart never won fair lady is all very well in itsway ; but take a sensitive fellow, for instance. Well, hero is a case in point. I came on from the Carlton to-night, where I was dining with a friend; oddly enough, there he is that young fellow just settling intc his scat. He made his 1 pile out in I Australia a short time ago. Before that be came an awful cropjicr ovci some girl—one of those stifl-nccketJ ! damsels, I should say, who ought U Jbe queens in their own right—tht role of simple woman isn't good enough for them ; or, rather, it's be yond their ken. Now this man l'n speaking of, my friend, has a strangi disiikc to red roses—can't bear thi sight of them. There were some su perb ones on our table to-night—lib what you are wearing, Miss Woodford—and he had them all taker away ; so I suppase there's some memory of her bound up in them, He's not one to wear his heart 0 n his sleeve, but little things like that give a nsin away to his friends." Lucilla w a s making an effort at self-control, a tumultuous joy was a 1 her heart. She strove to make some adequate reply to Mr Glenr o y. All through the rest of the eveninj she surreptitiously matched the fail head of the man she lov<Sl, the tor ment of the last .few- years change* to tremulous doubt and hope. Did he see her, recognise her ? Occasionally she thought his eyes wen on her, earnestly gazing, but she hud not strength or courage to meet his glance. The curtain was rung down at last and a feeling, akin to despair begar to settle on Lucilla as rcluctantlv she made preparations f o r departure, and with the others left the box. There was a long wait in the vestibule till their carriage was called, and Lucilla suddenly started at th< sound of a wcll-lovod voice and s hand-clasp that set her pulses beat ing. Vincent Keith stood at her side In her nervousness and confusior her hand went up to her throat. Tin abrupt movement detached one of tht crimson roses at her breast, and it fell to the ground at 'his feet. Gravely he stooped to pick it up. Her senses were all in a whirl, ami as he offered it her, she whispered faintly : " Won't you keep it—a belated gift ?" He surveyed the flower—a full-blowi rose ; and at the instant's hesitation the colour flamed over her face and she would have recalled her words il she could. '•'lt has a golden heart," he said softly, "and I have always w a nto the heart of Lucilla !" She faltered a moment, then, wit eyes downcast murmured : "You have always had it." Help the little ones grow plump and strong. Give regular doses of Lane's Emulsion. Start now. t4l Copy of Letter' from Wanganui Chronicle, 22nd December, 1894. MILK FEVER IN DAIIIY COWS. (To the Editor.) Sir.—As it may prove useful to other dairy farmers, and I send you the following : On the 10th inst. one of my best cows eulved, her third calf. On tho morning of the 13th she gave mo a three-gallon bucket full of milk and looked tip-top. At three o'clock that evening, coming home from the paddock I noticed her budy tucked up and hindquarters still". J tried to milk her, but the milk was gone. As the above were indications of milk fever, I first gave hei a dose of Hykes's Drench, and remembering to have read that oxvgen pumped into the udder was a remedy, I got a bicycle pump, ami with the part that fits in the rubber tyre of the bike added, I pumped thi four-quarters of the udder full of air. We had to support her in the bail while doing this. When we left hei out she staggered a few yards and fell down. About twenty minute? afterwards, however, to my surprist she was on her feet again, and much better. By 9 o'clock that night shi was resting comfortably. Next morning at 4.30 o'clock she was up and feeding. That evening I got 1">IT» of milk from her, and she is now back" to her usual flow of milk, and as well as ever she was. I have now had 13 years' dairy farming, id have seen cows die, and cows rever in time, but in this instance the quick recovery was simply marvellous. I am, etc., J. W. McLAMN. I.LH. V-. NED
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Taranaki Daily News, Volume XLVII, Issue 7737, 13 February 1905, Page 4
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