The Exeter Times, 1884-5-1, Page 2M
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LWOMAN into carnation, at a sword, a look.
`K Our Snowball wouldn't be half bad-
g looking," Johnny is wont to remark,
BY 1►1:1Y :1G\l•:4 L''L1 M1M , f altogether seriously, "if she wasn't so
soiree oi, much on the hop -polo pattern. There
es uothing of her but arias :end legs, rind
a lot of light hair."
Johnny's taste leans to the dark, tllo
plump, the rosy, as exeroplifietl in italic,
Izhnoceute Desereaus.
It is her last year at Villa des Ange&
Next commencement she will graduate,
In mine eyee she is the sweetest ,lady and after that—
that I ever looked on." Ah! atter that life is not very clear.
e e „ T .,. The boys are going away. Irene, does not in-
deed, belt `e'ridtten which does has already gone to New York, as
l Wee i real name he admits ---x' a preliminary step m the study of scalp -
Silva ilert awl True." " 1 Matt liar
riage, O:ac. :Night's Mystery,"
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PART I.
�? la! Wee , a
the o' ly to 7'w see a,a V+I� , lure, which it. Appears, is tet be Ills
rano her
ti'ii'allls, he vocation in life. 110 is. over twenty now,
t8 tIi.' ►r � 1. l�e'•
Heves. Ai to whether she h.le ever 8114 111s made lays final decision. it is a
question she ponders over with knitted
bstss l aeti' , .i ee iia elou.ald
ensues his shoulders. What will the ' bio+Ts suet, anx:io:ls rrainr+l very often.
;;oo: tt►:►rine r ;' lit let Aei 5 pre*ilaaaag. She will be qualified to go out as a
The e +:,t ::teat,!,; s, ee to e_'.ii:a hut in- governess, she sthppai';es, ora teacher ef
tie:diet: essol:hti,ra, wills. that he finely music and languages, probably ;n Mou-
otic. otlzc,r ee• se> ewes flats wean cute treat,
not,lta teeisec:t i .e, a :r. F ..sir into` Except for this pe•rplexit;�. the girl's
the eviesie e: vele a tic>;d ages And if life is absolutely serene au,l free from
it ie dice ver,:al ilial she is neb.•t atixed, care, an4 iu atter yc•a ---ia the after
full strange bitterness
-gain, sire looks back to this, lteaeeful
the omission must be at once set right years so u of. n e i mess and
man by nature, even in trifles--kuows
nothing of the patiently waiting sister,
Dorothea, who is to keep Douse for hire
at Manor Valentine when he is Sir Vane,
and the American millions are his—
nothing of Miss Camilla Rooth, a fair
cousin, who used to be younger, and who
has spent her youth, and dimmed her
beauty, waitiug, life Mariana in the
Bloated Orange, for the coming of
Cousin Vane, baronet and millionaire.
Of these things she knows little—she
only knows she Is growing to hate 'him,
only knows that lie is miserly and mean,
grasping and grudging, and longing for
her death, and sees in her, not Ins bene-
factress, but an obstacle to his hopes
and wishes, and her riches, by right, al-
ready his own There is never any
open rupture, there is cold civility and
attention on ono side, e;hill scorn and
indifference on the other, but she draws
more and more into herself, lives her
own life, thinks her own. thoughts.
What if she should disappoint him after
all—it is in her power. There is a
fierce sort of pleasure in the vindictive
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thought—ehe can leave her wealth as at prices to suit the times.
she pleases—to endow hospitals, build
churches, found libraries. What if she
-If she i to ata liar hero. It is the I. i sloes, It w o:eid be justifiable reprisal. -
r=rtae. meanwhile -• > can remain, and tune with an adult;, scene of wonder ;'tna ret ---to let it go out of the family—
[lee
atom this lila: _ can
with the ..>,t- ti t. she cr mild ever have wished it over, to disobey her husband's dying tivishe
De, yi;w.ic pili 11.•;<; to M. Pant I'ar- or thought it dull. There is no one else+ Stay, far
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ea at l ;it:tl, M. PAN l ,er,ar writes to But Changes are at bawl, and end.
e gis e�lxrMd lcist it
there iaot ? No ono else ? What of her
dein}
11r. Vane 1: ailcittiuie , ;•• itylin,,tl►c wine r when chan
g + • t ,son's daughter—herouli son's only
conies, and Is1e' Perdcie and St. Gildas, child? 'What of hor : s Nearer in blood,
in klarieii with hie aunt 'err. Yana
na
Valentine mei Villa 'les Angie; a ipiela out of her her very am: =C:eorgo's little child.
. rends titre letter twirls It
ir-te t Geri 1 ,':t. veers r la, e. i:l, .end es6teuce Bite the S nr'� of ;i dream. The mew. thought, lnuttlius,saftenslter
meta Ilia l,Lt:i vu it a u�;.e.�. Sheart, What if she should seuel for her?
sprawls a line•in tepty, lie• l neaw,t She breaks off ---the the idea comprehends
nothingHe about it, anti cares 1e'+. They ao much—it overwhelms her et first.
Wray call her what they pics.c>, or not But she broods and l z{,ode upon it. uu-
call her at ell, if they prefer it. l bit familiarity wears off the lirat sharp
repugnance of the thought. It is the
thin edge of the wt Ogee -the rift within
the lute. Once welt in, for the rest to
follow is but a matter of thne. From
thinking to talking is anatural sequence
—Mrs. Tinker is her confidante; adroitly
the topic is brought round, one on nitioh
the old housekeeper is but too ready to
converse. Ail that she knows of the
child and her mother. of that lest sad
interview with C,cor;e. disoussed over
and aver again.
It is wonderful how this gaits backs
wares softens the resolute ; old heart.
t1eorge lives main, she hears his voice,
sees his smile, listens to his boyish,
gladsome laugh. Oh. George, Geemgee,
how sharper than death is the thought
of her luarshnoss now. But laic child
as she wet fit. with flowers and shrubs. with that still lives ; it is ill her power even vet
mere :alar cleleua. full of vieor and orange, the lemon, the banana. the fin
g, to make co pl�renaation through that
r►Yet. n.'i.� i.• .tv salt+'. ileq'te wee'lt 1 the stately data•paltu. A sa":. wind, child. Why should silo fear Vane
ie the feast of Our 1. tel; of Dolor•• ,, velvety and fra r ant, floats up from the Valentine, why care for itis dieplcasuro,
e•onld auditing fall mut more °pliers!ocean. In tho dim backgrouud, resting why • not assort herself an of old,
wooly, ?.....tho child shall too bap.azexl trauquil in an amber ram of mist, ilei an claim her grandchild as her right ?
Marie Dolores. And so it i.;. The con. k St. Augustine. She muses upon it until she is full ofthe
vont chapel, �ls;ari.liur; with ware -lights, The long veranda, which runs the thought; alceiing or waking it is with
vont ant with flowers. let thrown open; y" whole front of the house, is ono glow. 1 her. `It lief Heat Ales i ► thinking so deep.
tin =mow lies hematu.om.casd, ani; tug naessrof color, ono se:entod wealth of lay uow, as. elle paces up and down. I t
CHAPTER XVII.
14 sawn -erase
It le Octet t�.. r s qtly ins sb-at as
scrawl eau 1 e ; 1 n hate , the �rerY Away froth tivitcl and lonely Bay
thought of the trap gat marten's cullet. Chalette, with its gloomy fogs. its fierce
Ile do:s net by the matter before
Madan Valentine, s M. Farrar lies Atlantic gales, its beetling surf breaking
suggested --true sonteer Madam 1 atentiue forever on its craggy shore. its blinding
obliterates from 1a: r rer'rnory the circus drills of snow, its long, bleak winters,
brat the better. the nun is setting in rosy splendor' over
t another sea, a fair, serene, southern sea,
' '" ^ •• , tattled to this mu•1tght, fig wiudaesa
rc' 'i% ' her memory. In tinter course this like ghats of aid, sad house and win-
ware, it iu Lora s► U maacaunam, if ams are . en Imbue]. a , g ,
She seems to la doing So salvo never
asks nay question, e' rt not likely to A low, while house stands with its face
t�epl reaches Fae..il --'11 Ferrer for• d half idd beh' d tangled,
poor little Su.i. hall were a primers its- trailing wealth of cape jesaanaauo and
cognito, there rain a hardly mom
climbing rem, The holm is built of
roun.l•.th.aat etere apaudeut o concerning f prone, stuccoed auel whitewashed. with
her. The upshot is, Mere Maddeiena is a hanging balcony from the second
at liberty to do as she pleases, grid a�" and veranda, below. And in tro.
christen 1►rr what she likac, axui as soon i luxuriance, thA grounds aro ablaze
1 e l l t dl • be
.faits a cannr.ogeti,•u M ladies of tit. roses. I p awl clown this veranda a t, past her usual hour et lingering here;
tall • oval s. dri