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! A LEGEND OF THE ?
! MISTLETOE BOUGH f
IT waa an old legend now. a hun
dred jean old at least. Genera
tion* bad come and gone, and the
weird of Barhaui Hall had never
once given a algn of coming Into ful
fillment, ao what need waa there for
fear? It waa true that mistletoe waa
at last growing on the bougha of the
old hawthorn In the Vote award. But
It wna Chrlatmaa eve. and the bella of
Barham church were ringing Chrlat
maa chimes.
More than 100 years ago Roger Lyn
dale had done that which perhapa was
not an honorable thing. Roger had
wooed a farmer's daughter, but had
not married ber, and ahe had died at
his gates. Acroaa the grass levels,
now covered with snow, the old farm
house could atlll be seen, mute with
Its history.
Not a soul of Draacllla Ives' time
was alive In the old homestead.
Strangers were under Ita roof paying
tribute to Barbara Hall, aa Draacllla'*
father had done.
But the descendants of Roger Lyn
dale were still at the hall, with a link
between them and the atory of the old
Tote farm.
For. strangely enough, Droscllla had
died on Christmas eve. and the legend
of Barham Hall had come from her
lips:
When mlatleto* irrowt on the old Yota
thorn
No child to a Lrndal* will e'er b* born
So she had prophesied, and the pre
diction meant that when the white
berry could be plucked from the old
hawthorn standlug alone on the green
sweep of the Vote sward of Barham
park the race of Lyndale would be
come extinct.
Ami now at Inst mistletoe was grow
ing on the old thorn!
Yet there were laughter and gayety
In the hall The great open fireplace
In the wainscot room was heaped up
with glowing, crackling Yule logs, and
all was a bright sparkle of merriment 1
and good cheer.
Yet there was some little awe after |
all. although It had l>e?>n cast off like a
cloak thrown Into a corner, for the
legend at Its worst was not without
qualification. It had a second couplet,
which ran:
But he that would nobly this curse undo
Mult lowly maid wed and to her be true
When that saving grace was attach
ed to the legend and when the weird
had been worn out by the passing of a
century what was there to fearT
"Good gracious! What Is that?" e*
claimed I-ady Lyndale suddenly. "Not
the choir again surely! They've been
and gone."
A voice was singing:
"When mistletoe grows on th? old Tot*
thorn
No child to * Lrndals wtll p>r be born.
But he that would nobly this cursa undo
Must lowly maid wed and to her b? true."
It was the weird, and It was being
sung by a woman's voice to the re
fraln of "The Mistletoe Bough."
What could It mean?
"It must l>e somebody." aald Roland
Lyndale when It became certain that ,
the voice had finished. "I'll see who
It la."
With the words he crowed the room,
drew aside the cnrtalna of one of the
windows and looked out upon the
snow.
"It's strange." murmured Roland,
turning to his father, who still sat be
side the hearth. "There's no one here.
?lr."
"No," replied Sir Geoffrey; "I did
not expect there would be. It was
some Impertinent person from the vil
lage. that Is evident."
"Leo and Porothy should be almost
here now," said Lady Lyndale pres
ently. "I wonder whether It Is the
snow that's made them late."
The butler appeared and handed Lyn
dale a telegram.
"la It bad news, Geoffrey?" asked
Lndy Lyndale.
"Yes. Mllllcent." he replied In a dry
tone. "Leo has been taken 111 with
pneumonia, a fearful thing at any
time, and he's not strong. Yon can
see." he added, handing the message
to his wife. "IVimthy says she'll wire
at once If It becomes critical."
The children still laughed and play
ed. but the elders became grave.
"Poor old Lionel! I hope he will
pull throngh It." Lyndale murmured In
an uneasy vole*.
Not many Lynda lea were left The
stricken T.lonel was Sir Geoffrey's
only brother, and Roland was his only
son.
Roland Lyndale had parted from his
slry spirits. Ever since the Incident
of the voice he had been In a changed,
subdued mood.
And when dinner was over he fonnd
an opportunity to steal ont Into the
snowy night.
There were footprints there. Only
the shrnbs had prevented his seeing
the strange visitor when he opened
the window.
Which way had the singer gone?
For some moments Roland stood
glancing from spot to spot
Over the face of the moon the snow
clouds had now flitted, but Roland
fould see the old hawthorn standing
alone on the white expanse of the Tote
sward.
Fancy had not deceived him. Some
body was under the tree, and the some
body was a woman!
A strange trembling came to Roland
as he stooped over the dark, drooped
and almost sinking form leaning
against the trunk.
Was she dead?
Just then a kindly brrnk Id tbe
clouds let through a gleam of moos
light, find Roland laid bin hand p^ntljr
on the womm> shoulder.
Then *be moved, rrme to her f?t and
turned up l-o him vague eyea and a
face ?o beautiful (hat he atarted. And
the start set hla strange trembling
going afresh. nut tbla time Uiere was
pity In the tremor, for be saw that tbe j
beautiful fa>re waa aa white aa death, j
and, weary worn and ao fragile that
hla Inatlnctlre thought of her waa aa
of a white Illy caat out In the anow. I
"My dear young lady," Roland asked, \
wondering, "whatever brlnga yon here
like this? For you are off the road,
and I see yon are a stranger"
"My name," she answered faintly, "la
Phyllla Kgerton. My mother waa tha
great -great granddaughter of Dnjaollla
Ivea."
For n moment Roland waa dumb.
"l>ruscllla |Te?r' he aald presently.
"Yea," she replied again. "We hare
alwaya kept the legend of her fate and
her prophecy ngatnat Barbara Hall In
our family. And when I waa quite a
little thing I promlacd myaelf that
anroe day. otie Christ roaa eve, I would
come and ve Vote farm, where ahe
lived, and th? tree and perhaps alng the
prophecy outside the hall where ahe
ahould have lived."
Roland felt atrangely uncomfortable
and yet gentiy pltlfuL It waa ftirlon?
that after tbe long paaalng of a cen
tury he ahould be the Brat to come Into
contact with a descendant of tha_fate
ful Ives.
"Rut why T' he asked again. Impress
>>d by the hand of fate In It all.
"I don't know," ahe returned weak
ly, her heml leaning agalnat tbe trunk
of the tree, 'unless It waa because I
felt I must. Pruacllla died on Christ
inas eve. I wondered where ahe might
have been burled under the anow aa I
passed tbe church. I looked at the
farm first. Then I went np to the
bonse and sang, and then I came here.
But I did not think I should see tbe
mistletoe."
"But, my dear young lady, what will
yon dor Rolnnd asked her, pained by
her helplessness and by the mystery.
"And, oh," she went on brokenly,
"when I came here 1 almost wlahed I
could die too' I am the last of the
race from Atnos Ires, with nothing
left to live for? nothing! My father
I lost eighteen montha ago. and my
mother died In June. So I've nothing
SI* montha I've struggled to live."
Aa ahe s poire ahe allpped from the
tnink of the thorn and would have
fallen backwanl In the snow, bnt with
a quick step Roland caught apd support
ed her with bis arm round her walat.
As she lay ngatnat him rather than
stood, with her face fallen on hla shoul
der. Roland felt her hands. They were
icy cold.
"Poot girl," he aald. feeling her mis
ery In himself, "you must not stay
here! 1 mnst lake you to the hall."
Then quickly he lifted her In hla
anna and carried her Into Ihe hall, the
first of the race of Irea, man or wom
an, to pass Its threshold for a hnndred
years.
Sir Geoffrey was sitting In the wain
~PILE8~CURIIO IN 6 TO H DAY8~
Voor druggist wtll refund money If
PA 7.0 OINTMENT ftlla to cure any
cas? of Itching, Blind, Bleeding or
Protruding PII>jb In 6 14 daya. 50e
I aror room ?mn? trhrn nn>nn r vntrrm
"FATHIk. TUB MOM**.* I.Ol.tHD U'J
with hi* burden. for !m- I 1i Ik
children hnd none to the ? - r> and
be took?-<i up blankly
"Father. Ihr ?hirer,'* !! ?' >ixl Mt>l
gravely. "Ihr last of the r:ce of I>rn
?cilia Irei I found her nmVr the tree,
a wanderer and frtei..lle*? \ on ronr
?elf can ?ee how ?he 1? "
"Ketch your mother. anc'- I'll rlnf for
Mr*. Co* and I'arkln*." ? Id Wr
frey bnakllT
Phj-lll- Kirerton w.i? carried to the
bedroom in which a handred year* ago
R offer Lyndale had alept. and a kindly
Chrtalma? wa? made for her. but four
daya pn??<vt twfore ?he could lear# the
chamber
On New Year'a d;?r wonderln* eye*
watched Thrill* and Rolnnd ir?*lngr np
through the rlllare to old llarbani
church
Phylll* xn?I Roland went to a weath
er crumbled erare*tone which, tradl
tlon aaid. nuirked tlie icrarr In which
Drnaclila |ve? had been burled. and.
with hand* cln?f?id a< ro*? the now flat
era**, they kl<"*ed
"A bainiy Ne>t Venf. city lady. A
happy New Year. ?lr." 'he rlllnfe folk*
greeted n? Thrill* and Itoland rHnrn
ed to the hi; I'
It waa the hnppteM year that Roland
had known, mid a? he and PhrRta
pamed wp the drive they looked and
?mtled at thf thorn and the ml?t!e*oe
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* mail order habit, that it it to their advantage to trade at home 7 he
green field? far away appeal to them. so they tend their money out of
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merchant's shelves. The money is thus gone where the-/, i r any one
of the community, will ever see it again, and where it can ? nobody
good but the person who has it and he is hundreds or i!i. >n<J* of
miles away.
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