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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Times, 1916-08-24, Page 7August ;4th, 1916 oe Psi ee) vS v$ vS ,S * TSE WINGHAM TIMES Page 7 u5 eL vS uSu5 u5�v5 � �iS�u S S sss cS r cb.i5 5sss, �cn�v51 WIFE IN NAME ONLY BY BEKTHA M. CLAY ANIr SSSS 5 T '�uSvSv ut MS/6' FIe ei ea" nfti reere ecce Zai' - Mien tease :his wife about her room, and say that 'Me one was privileged to enter it; why 'then, was such a privilege accorded He smiled to himself, thinking that lin all probability it was some mistake of the servant's; he pictured to him- tself the expression of Philippa's face !when she should find him there. He looked around; the room bore traces "of her presence -around him were some. of her favorite flowers and (books. He went to the long French win- dow, wondering at the rich collection of roses, and there he saw a picture that never forsook his memory again e -there he met his fate -saw the ideal -woman of his dreams at last. He had •treeted all notion of love in a very 'off -hand, cavalier kind of manner; he had contented himself with his own 'favorite axiom -"Lave is fate;" if ever it was to come to him it would +come, and there would be an end of it. He had determined on one thing-- tthis same love should be his slave, his iservant, never his master; but, as he istood looking out, he was compelled !to own his kingship was over. Standing there, his heart throbbing aas it had never done before, every 'nerve thrilling, Ms face flushed, a 'strange unknown sensation filling him "with vague, sweet wonder, Lord Ar- llei"h met his fate. This was the picture he east' -a ibeautiful but by no means a common 'one. In the trellised arbor, which ,',rind a stand and one or two e'lchairs, was a young girl of tall, slend- er figure, with a fair, sweet face, in- expressibly lovely, lilies and roses ex- quisitely blended -eyes like blue hya- ,'einths, large, bright, and starlight, with "white lids and dark long lashes, so ',dark that tbey gave a peculiar ex- pression to the eyes -one of beauty, 'thought, and originality. The lips were 'sweet and sensitive, beautiful when 'smiling, but even more beantiful in eepose. The oval contour of the face was perfect; from the white brow, where the veins were so closely,mark- .ed, rose a crown of golden hair, not ,brawn or auburn, but of pure pale old -a dower of beauty in itself. 'The expression of the face was one +of shy virgin beauty. One could ima- ;gine meeting it in the dim aisles of -some cathedral, near the shrine of a :saint, as an angel or a Madonna; one. could imagine it bending over a sick +Child, lighting with He pre loveliness, the home of sorrow; but one could "never picture it in a ball -room. It was a face of girlish, saintly purity, of fairest loveliness -a face where inno- ieence, poetry, and passion all seemed to blend in one grand harmony. There ;was nothing commonplace about A. ,4)ne could not mistake it for a ple- •rbeian face; "patrician" was written 'en every feature. Lord Arleigh looked at her like one In a dream. "If she had an aureole round her "had, I should take her for an angel," 'he thought to himself, and stood -watching her. The same secret subtle harmony pervaded every action; each new at- etitude seemed to be the one that suit - .ed her best. If she raised her arms, -she looked like a statue. Her hands 'were white and delicate, as though 'carved in ivory. He judged her to be :about eighteen. But who was she, and :what had brought her there! He •,could have stood through the long `hours of the sunny day watching her, :so completely had she charmed him, •fascinated his every sense. "Love is fate!" How often had, he :said that to himself, smiling the while? Now here his fate had come ••to him all unexpectedly -this most fair face had found its way to the every depths of his heart and nestled "there. He could not have been standing there Jong, yet it seemed to him that ;long-, hours parted him from the life ieie had known before, Presently he :reproached biriitinrf for his folly. What 1<iad happeliedto bird? Whit had ;taken, place? Xie had seen a fair face, haat was all --a face that etribodied Xiie erearn af-loveiine . $e teenhees►1_ine - - 4 Mr, Fred. Stevens, Raymond Alta., 'rites; "I am writing to beat my testi- ntony, of.,your wonderful medicine. I had suffered for several Menthe with kidney tibuble. 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There was a brighter light in the bine skies, aenew beauty had fallen on the flow- ers; in his heart was strange, sweet music; everything was idealized -- glorified. Why? Because he had seen the face that had always filled his thoughts. It seemed to him that he had been thereolong hours, when the door sod- denly opened, and her Grace of Hazel- wood entered. Norman," she said, as though in sudden wonder, "why did they show you in here?" I knew they were doing wrong," he replied. "This is your own special sanctum, Philippa?" 'Yes, it is indeed; still, as you are here, you may stay, I want to speak to you about that Richmond dinner. My husband does not seem to care abnnt. it. ShaiI we give it up?" They talked for a few minutes about it, and then the duchess said, sudden- ly: "What do you think about my roses, Norman r" "They are wonderful," he implied, and then, in a low voice, he asked, "Philipp', who is that beautiful girl. out there amongst your flowers?" She d",i not smile, but a sudden Iight came into her eyes. "It would be a great kindness not to tell you," she answered, "You see what, comes of trespassing in forbid- den places. I did not intend you to see that young lady." "Why not?" he asked, abruptiee ",'lie answer to your question would be superfluous," she replied. "But, Philippa, tell me at least who she is." "That I cannot do," she replied, and schen the magnificent face was lighted with a smile. "Is she your ideal woman, Norman?" she asked. "My dear Philippa," he answered, gravely, "she is the ideal woman her- self -neither more nor loss." "Found at Iasi f" laughed the duch- ess. "For all that, Nonnan, �yoa must not look at her." "Why not? Is she married--engag- "Married? That girl! Why, she has only just left school. If you really wish to know who she is I will tell you; but you must give me your word not to mention it." I promise," he replied, He wondered why the beautiful hoe grew crimson and the dark eyes droop- ed. "She is a poor 'relative of oars," said the duchess, "poor, you under- stand -nothing else. "Then she is related to the duke?" he interrogated. "Yes, distantly; and, after a fash- ion, we have adopted her. When she marries we shall give her a suitable dot. Her mother married unfortunate - "Still, she was married?" said Lord Arleigh. "Yes, certainly; but unhappily mar- ried, Her daughter, however, has re- ceived a good education, and now she will remain with us. But; Norman, in this I may trust you, as in everything else?' ""You may trust me implicity," he replied, "The duke did not quite like the idea of having her to live with us at first -and I do not wish it to be men- tioned to him. If he speaks to you of it at all, it will be as my caprice. Let it pass -do not ask any questions about her; it only annoys her -it only annoys him. She is very happy with me. You see," she continued, "wom- en can keep a secret. She has been here three weeks, yet yeti have never seencident.her" before, and now it is by ac - "B $," said Notelet, "what do you intend to do with herr' The d uehess took a beat near lhirn, and assumed quite a confidential itfr. "I have been for some time looking out for a cotppanion," she said; Lady Peters teally Matt live at Verden Royal -a hoilsekeeper is not sufficient for that large establishment it re- quires More that. She has consented to make it bee borne, and -X must have seine one to be with irie' "You have the duke," he put in, Wereleringly. "True, and a husband must, per - forte, be all that is adorable; ittili, having been it eestdined to a lady - companion, I ,prefer keeping one; and tiffs -tiff, so beautiful, so pure, ; so simple, IS all that I need, or teald Wish lot." 'So I should imagine," he replied. "Will you introduce. her into society, Philippe?" "I think not; she is but a simple t hild3, yet i wvbnd'erftilly ever. No, so- eiety shall not have her. I Will eep her for my own." "What is her name?" asked Lord Arlrh The anthem laughed. "Ah c naw, man -like, you are gebiv- iffe rnflite s 1 I shall not tell you. Yee, foI 'r will;an ;iit d$'�isl-M®dthe nameialine." above all others "'Medalled," h ,replied; "it is vary Musical -Madeline." "/t suite her," said the duclii s; "rind no*, *O&M, 1 fait O. I have some , pressing en cmente to.d'ty. " "ell will rot, iiitt^dd+uo me then, Philippa?" "No --why should P You would only disturb the 'hail's dream," • . masker. CHAPTER -XVII, — Lord Arleigh eould not rest for thinking of the vision he had seen; the face of the duchess' companion haunted him as no other face had ever doneD He tried hard to forget it, say- ing to himself that it was a fancy, a foolish imagination, a, daydream; he tried to believe that in a few days be should have forgotten it. It was quite otherwise. Ile left Ver- dun House in a fever of unrest; he went everywhere he could think of to distract bis thoughts. But the fair face with its sweet maidenly expres- sion, the tender blue eyes, with their rich poetic depths, the sweet sensitive lips were ever present. Look where he would he saw them. He went to the opera, and they seemed to smile at him from the stage; he walked home in the starlight -they were smiling at him from the stars; he tried to sleep -they haunted his dreams. What was he to do? No other face hnd so haunted him; none had followed him as those eyes did, "I think my heart and brain are on fire," he said to himself. "1 will go and look once again at the fair young face; perhaps if she smiles at me or speaks to me I shall be cured." He went; it was noon when he neanee the Duke of Hazlewood's mansion. He inquired for the duchess, and was told that she had gone to Hampton Court. He repeated the words in surprise. "Hampton Court!" he said. "Are you quite sure?" "Yes, my lord," was the footman's reply. "Her grace has gone there, for I heard her talking about the pic- tures iatures this morning." He could hardly imagine the duch- ess at Hampton Court. He felt half inclined to follow, and then he thought that perhaps it would be an intrusion; if she had wanted his so- ciety. she would certainly have asked for it. No, he would not go. He stood for a few minutes irresolute, wonder- ing if he could ask whether the duch- ess had taken her young companion with her, and then he remembered that he did not even know her name. How was the day to pass? Matters were worse than ever. If he had seen her, if he could have spoken to her, he might perhaps have felt better; as it was, the fever. of unrest had deepened. He was to meet the duchess that evening at the French embassy; he would tell her she must relax some of her rigor in his favor. She was talking to the embassador when he entered, but with a smiling gesture she invited him to her side. "1 hoar that you called to -day," she sant r `'ed quite forgotten to tell you that we were going to Hampton Court," "I could hardly believe it," he re- plied. "What took you there?" You will wonder when I tell you, Norman," she replied, laughingly. "I have always thought that I have a great capacity for spoiling people. My fair Madaline, as I have told you, is both poet and artist. She begged so hard to see the pictures at Hampton Court that,I could not refuse her." "I should not think the history of the belles of the court of Charles II, would be very useful to her," he said; and she was quick to detect the jealousy in his voice. "Norman yogi are half inclined to be Cross, I believe, because I did not ask you to go with us." pa, I veryshouldmuch;" hove enjoyed it, Philip - "It would not have been prudent," she observed„ looking most bewitch- ingly beautiful in her effort to look matronly and wise. Re 'said no more; but if her grace had thought of a hundred plans for making him think of Madeline, she could not have adapted one more to the purpose. Frain the mosnent Lord .Arleigh be- lieved that the young duchess .intend- ed to forbid all acquaintance with her fair protegee, he resolved to see her and to make her like him.. The day following he went again to the inansjon; the duchess was at home, and wished to see him, but at that moment she was engaged; Hawes shown -intoe the library, where in a few minutes Che joined hien. My; - "dear Norman," she said, with a bright smile of greeting. "Vere told tie, if yet etude, to keep you for lnt- theon;•, wants to see you Purlieu - The horse that won the Derby, be has been told, is ,for sale, and he wants You to see it with him." "I shall be very pleased," replied mAr11eifs'1► ,nett sd'sre. hurried this ing, `Thilippa." "Yes t snchcontretemps I fust as I wM. anticipatia, ng a few hours with you, the Couni'tene of Darnley Carne in, with the terrible announcement that he was here to spend the morn- ing. I have to submit to my fate, and listen° to the account of Clare's last cd!ngneste. of the infamous- behavior of her maid, of Lord Farnley's pro- pensity for indiscreet flirtations. I tell het there is safety in nmmaber. I leave tb look kind and sympathetic While I traiil 'rod' tb death." "Shall I a000mpany you and help y!du to amuse Lady* Farnlcyi:" lath. repeated the words with a utile "Amuse Lady Fernley? S nevot un- derrtetke the impossible. Yolk might is Well ask me to move the monument; it *bold be quite' aS etey." "Shall I help her to amuse you, then?" he said, "No, 1 will not impose on yeeir friends'hiu-..M /0.3.1raelLat...0021At. Was Troubled With CONSTIPATION FOR OVER FIVE YEARS. 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Just as she was going away Lord Arleigh called to her, "Philippa!" She turned her beauti- ful head half impatiently to him. "What is it, Norman? Quick! The Countess will think I am lost." "May I go into your pretty rose - garden?" he naked. She laughed. "What a question! Certainly; you may go just, where you please." "She has forgotten' her companion," he sane to himself, . "or she is not about." He went into the morning -room, and through the long, open French window; there were the lovely roses in bloom, and there -oh, kind blessed fate L there was 'his beautiful Made- line, seated in the pretty trellised ar- bor, busily • working some fine point - lace, looking herself like the fairest flower that ever bloomed. The young girl looked up at him with a startled glance -shy, sweet, hesitating -and then he went up to her. "Do not let me disturb you," he said. "The duchess is engaged, and gave me permission to wait for 'her here." She bowed, and he fancied that her white fingers trembled. "May I introduce myself to you?" he continued. "I am Lord Arleigh." A beautiful blush, exquisite as the hue of the fairest rose, spread over her face. She looked at him with a smile. "Lord Arleigh," she repeated -"I know the name very well." "You know my name very well - how is that?" he asked, in surprise. "It is a household worts here," she said; "I hear it ae. least a hundred times a day." "Do you? I can only hope that you are not tired of it." "No, indeed I am not;" and then she drew back with a sudden hesita- tion, as though it bad just occurred to her that she was talking freely to a stranger. He saw her embarrassment, and did his best to remove it. "How beautiful these roses are!" he said, gently. "The duchess is for- tunate to have such a little paradise here." "She ought to be surrounded by everything that is fairest and most beautiful on earth," she declared, "for there is no one like her." "You are fond of her?" he said. She forgot all her shyness, and rais- ed her blue eyes to him. "Fond of her? I love her better. than any one on earth --except, perhaps, my mother, I could never have dream- ed of any one so fair, so bewitching, so kind as the duchess." "And she seems attached to you," he said, earnestly. "She is very good to me -she is goodness itself ;" and the blue eyes, with their depth of poetry and pas- sion, first gleamed with light, and then filled with tears. e"We must be friends," said Lord Arleigh, "for I, too, love the duchess. She has been like a sister to me ever since I can remember;" and he drew nearer to the beautiful girl as he spoke. "Will you include me among your friends?" he continued. "This is not the first time that I have seen you. I stood watching you yesterday; rdsri__ L5 . amongst.. t,1fa Zos , Q.,1 The Army. of Cohstipatron la Crewing Smaller Every Day. CARTER'! 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What of that? A. title does not make a man. What is the difference between us? Your beauty -nay, do not think me rude or abrupt -my heart is in every word that I say to you -your grace would ennoble any rink, as your friend- ship would ennoble any man." She looked up at him, and said, gently: "I do not think you quite under- stand." "Yes, I do," he declared, eagerly; "I asked the duchess yesterday who you were and she told me -she trust- ed me with your *hole story." It was impossible for him not to See how she shrank with unutterable pain from the words The point -lace fell on the grass at her feet -she covered her face with her hands. "Did she? Oh, Lord Arleigh, it was cruel to tell it!" "It was not cruel to tell me," he returned, "She would not tell any one else, I am quite sure. But she saw that I was really anxious -that I must know it -that it was not from curiosity I asked." "Not from curiosity !" she repeated, hstillandhidings, her burning face with her "No, it was from a very different motive." And then he paused abrupt- ly. What was he going to say? How far had he already left all conven- tionality behind? He stopped just in time, and then continued gravely, "The Duchess of Hazlewood and my- self are such true and tried friends that we never think of keeping any secrets from each other, We have been, as I told you before, brother and sister all our lives -it was only natural that she should tell me about you." "And, having heard my story, you ask me to be one of your friends?" she said, slowly. There were pain and pathos in her voice as she spoke. "Yes," he replied, "having heard it all, I desire nothing on earth so much as to win your friendship." "My mother!" she murmured. "Yes -your mother's unfortunate marriage, and all that came of it. I can repeat the story." "Oh, no," she interrupted. "I do not wish to hear it. You know it, and would still be my friend?' "Answer me one question," he said, gently. "Is this sad story the result of any fault of yours? Are you in any way to blame for it?" "No; not in the least. Still, Lord Arleigh, although I do not share the fault I share the disgrace -nothing can avert that from me." "Nothing of the kind," he oppos- ed. "Disgrace and yourself are as in- compatible as pitch and a dove's wing." "But," she continued, wonderingly, "do you quite understand?" "Yes; the duchess told me the whole story. I understand it and truly grieve for you; I know the duke's share in it all." He saw her face grow pale even to the lips. "And yet you would be my friend - you whom people call proud -you whose very name is history! I can- not believe it, Lord Arleigh." There was a wistful look in her eyes, as though she would fain believe that it were true, yet that she was com- pelled to plead even against her- self, "We cannot account for likes and dislikes," he said; "I always look upon them as nature's guidance as to whom we should love, and whom we should avoid. The moment X saw yon I -liked you. I went home and I thought about you all day long." "Did you?" she asked, wondering- ly. "How very strange!" "It does not seem strange to me," he observed. "Before I had looked at you for three minutes T felt as though I had known a ou all my life. How long have we been talking here? Ten minutes, perhaps -yet I feel as though already there is something that has cut us off from the rest of the world and left us alone together. There is no accounting for such strange feel- ings as these." "No," she replied, dreamily, "I do not think there IS." "Perhaps," he continued, "I may have been fanciful all my life; but years ago, when I was a boy at school,. I pictured to myself a heroine such as I thought I should love when I came to be a man." She bad forgotten her sweet, half sad shyness, and sat with a faint flush on her face, her lips parted, her blue eyes fixed on his. "A heroine of my own creation," he went on; "and I gave her an ideal ace -lilies and rotes blended, rese- ed lips, a white brow, eyes the color f hyacinths, and hair 61 pale gold." "That is a pretty picture,,, she said, all unconscious . that it was her own ortraft he had sketched. His eyes softened and gleamed at the naivete of the words. "1 am glad you think se. Then my eroine had, in my fancy, a mind and oil that suited her face -pure, an- ima, half sad, Wholly sweet, tali of poetry." She smiled as thought charmed with the picture. "Then I grew to be a youth, and hen to be a man," he continued. "I ooked everywhere for ney ideal m ongst all the fair women I knew, It ooked in courts and palatos, /looked nn ebtmtry houses, but 16oild not snd her. 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YON,[ CtTY- -"Berffneepassed, and I began to think that I should never find my ideal, that I must give her up, when ,one day, quite unexpectedly, d saw her. There was a gleam of sympathy in the blue eyes. "I found her at last," he continued. "It was one bright June morning; she was sitting out amongst the roses, ten thousand times fairer and sweet- er than they." She looked at him with a startled glance; not the faintest idea had oc- curred to her that he was speaking of her. "Do you understand me?" he ask- ed. "I -I am frightened, Lord Ar- leigh.,, "Nay, why should you fear? What is there to fear? It is true. The mo- ment I saw you sitting here I knew that you were my ideal, found at last." "But," she said, with the simple wonder of a child, "I am not like the portrait you sketched." "You are unlike it only because you are a hundred times fairer," he re- plied; "that is why I inquired about you -why I asked so many questions. It was because you were to me a dream realized. So it came about that I heard your true history. Now will you be my friend?" "If you still wish it, Lord Arleigh, yes; but, if you repent of having ask- ed me, and should ever feel ashamed of our friendship, remember that I shall not reproach you for giving me up." "Giving you up?" cried Lord Ar- leigh. "Ah, Madaline-let me call you Madeline, the name is so sweet -1 shall never give you up! When a man has been for many years looking for some one to fill his highest dreams, he knows how to appreciate that some one when found." "It seems all so strange," she said, musingly. "Nay, why strange? You have read that sweetest and saddest of all love - stories -'Romeo and Juliet?' Did Ju- liet think it strange that, so soon after seeing her, Romeo should be willine to give his life for her?" "No, it did not seem strange to them," she replied with a smile; "but it is different with us. This is the nineteenth century, and there are no Juliets." "There are plenty of Romeos, though," he remarked, laughingly. "The sweetest dreams in life are the briefest. Will you pluck one of those roses for me and give it to me, say- ing, 'I promise to be your friend.'" "You make me do things against my will," she said; but she plucked a mss, and held it toward him in her hand. "1 promise to be your friend," she said, gently. Lord Arleigh kissed the rose, As he did so their eyes met; and it would have been hard to tell which blush- ed the more deeply. After that, meet- ings between them became more fre- fluent. Lord Arleigh made seeing her the one great study of his life -and the result was what might be ima- gined. CHAPTF1% XVIII. The yacht of Mr. Conyers, one of the richest commoners in England --- a yacht fitted es surely no yacht ever before had been fitted ---was for sale, Ite was a wealthy man, but to keep that soa-palace afloat was beyond his means. The Duchess of Haslewood Was sole mistress of a large fortune in her own right; the duke had made most magnificent settlements upon her. She hada large sum of money at bet Command • and the idea suddenly occurred to her to purchase Mr, Con- yers yacht unknown to her husband, and present hire with it. fie was fond Of yachting -it was his favorite amusement. She herself was a wretch- ed -mtor, and would not be able to accompany him; but that iduld hot matter. It was not of her esi_expleas- tire that the Tfitchess of Etragetroed was thinking, while the old, sttadla, brooding ensile lingered on bet bean- tifttl fate and, deepened on ffier pyrieot '^Tt would be the very thing," she► said to herself; "it would afford me the opportunity I am seeking -no- tat^^ °mild be better." She purchased the yacht, and pre- sented it to the duke, her husband - His pleasure and astonishment were unbounded. She was, as a rule, so un- demonstrative that he could not thank her sufficiently for what seem- ed to him her great interest in his fa- vorite pursuit, "The only drawback to the splendid gift, Philippa, is that you can never, enjoy it; it will take me away from• you." "Yes, I do indeed deplore that I am, a wretched sailor, for I can imagine nothing pleasanter than life on board of such a yacht as that.. But while` you are cruising about, Vere, I shalE go to Verdun Royal and take Madan line with me; then I shall go to Vere Court -make a kind of royal progress,y set everything straight and redress all wrongs, hold a court at each estab- lishment. I shall enjoy that more thaw yachting," "But I shall miss you so much,, Philippa," said the young husband. We have the remainder of our lives! to spend together," she rejoined; "ill you are afraid of missing me too: much, you had better get rid of toe! yacht." But he would not hear of that---hel was delighted with the beautiful andf valuable present. The yacht was chrien to " 1 Queen Philippa; and it was dee cided that, when the end of the season, had come, the duke should take his beautiful wife to Verdun Royal, and,, after having installed her there,: shonld go at once to sea. He had in- vited a party of friends -all yachts- men like himself -and they had agreed to take Queen Philippa to the Mediterranean, there to cruise during, the autumn months. n- it was settled so it was carried out; before the week had ended the duke, duchess, and Madeline were alio at Verdun Royal. Perhaps the proud young wife had never realized before how completely her husband loved her. This temporary parting was to him a real pain. A few days before it took place he began to look pale and i11. She saw that be could not eat, that he did not sheen or rest. Her heart was touched by his simple fidelity, his passionate love although the one fell purpose of her Iife remained unchanged. "If you dislike going, Vere," slue said to him one day, "do not go -stay at Verdun Royal." "The world would laugh if I did that, Philippa," he returned; "It. would guess at once what was the rea- son, because every one knows how dearly I love you. We should be call- ed Darby and Joan." "No one would ever dare to call irme 'onn," she said, "for I have nothing of :roan in me." The duke sighed -perhaps he theeeht that it would have been ate' The latter if she had had; but, fancy- ing there was something, after all,, slightly contemptuous in her mariner„ as though she thought it unmanly in, him to repine about leaving her, he said no more. One wand, brilliant day he took leave of her, and she was left to work. out her purpose. She never forgot the~ day of his departure -it was one oI those het days whet' the summer skies seem to be half obscured by a copper - colored haze, when the green leaven hang languidly, and the birds seek, the coolest shade, when the flowers' droop with: thirst, and never a breath of air stirs their blossoms, when there, is no picture so refreshing to thiel Censee as that of a cool deep- pool era the °eesses of a wood. She stood at the grand entranbe.i watching him depart, and she knein that. with all her beauty, her grace, her talent, her sovereignty, no one, heelf ever loved het as this man .ttid.; Then, alter he was gone, she stood stili on the broad stone terrace, alto that strange senile on her face, wbiaa'l seemed to xnar While it deepened bait TTO.13 CONT1NUlsD.1: