HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-12-8, Page 2LADY CARAVEN
Or Married Above Her Station.
" Heve ue fear," the said sarcestioelly ;
" it is not of raiment that J. wish to speak"
lst.
liesaa jnet going Mit," he told he
bar
"Lord. Careven," ahe mid gently,
promise that I will no detain you long.
Will you cone with me to my room ? "
The Else' threw up his eyes with an ex.
pression a resignation. Only Sir Raoul sew
it and felt anuoyed,
" foliosr," he tend to his wife ; and
she led the wiser to her boudoir. It was
pretty octavo tamped room ; the ceiling
was painted, the walla were beeatifully
decorated, the hangings were of rich rose
silk and lace, a profusion of flowers per-
fumed the room.
Lord Careven," she said, " I have a
favor to ask from you—a great fever. Will
you gran e it?"
I will hear first what it is," he replied.
Then she told him. Her heartsank as
she saw his face grow dark: and angry.
" Whieh of the servants told you that
womau was here?"
"Will you rell me why you wish to know,
Lord Ca,re,vere ?"
" Yes ; the moment I know I shall dim
MISS him without a character for dmobe-
dience."
" I( he disobeyed you," she said, "1 am
sorry for ie. But pray do not allow thee to
influence you against my petition."
He turned arouud angrily.
"Plainly peaking, Hitched," he eaid,
" I have quite enough annoyance with my
tenants without interference from you, and
I cannot allow—"
"Lord Cansven," she interposed, eagerly,
" do believe me -1 have not the least wish
Water --the pooreet, the most wretched clam
of men in England,"
"That is nob Blantyre's fault. Vou, \world
revolutioniee society," he WO, iatereated
in spite of himself by the passion of her
worda.
"1 know it is not all Biantyre's fault
If one of the children of a houaehola goes
wrong, it is nob the hired aervant who is
So blame, bat the father mud metleer. I
know it is not 131amtyren fade ; but et the
great clay, when the wasted lives and the
broken hearts of these peoples cry for
vengeance, we shall know whose fault it
He shrank from the clear gaze of the glow.
ing eloquent eyes.
She did not wait to hear whet reply lie
would make—it would have been better heel
she done 60—b114 swept from the room.
It was a humiliation for her when Mary
Woodruff mare again, to tell her Mast she
had failed in her mission—that even at her
solicitations, the Earl had refused the little
boon she asked. She would have given
much if she could have ahown even this
poor widow some proof of his desire to
please her—but she could not.
She was one of those people who never
defer a disagreeable duty. She sent thee
same day for the poor creabure, who came
trembling for the fate of herself mai her
children. Lady Caraven receivel her very
kindly, but entered at once into the matter,
arn very sorry to tell you," she said,
"that I have felled. Lord Cavemen does
not feel inclined to forgo the rent."
"It is not my lord," cried the WOMEM.
"I know it is not. It is Mr. Blantyre's
fault; he said I should and most pay.
Bub I cannot, my lady; I have not the
means."
"1 have thought it MI over," said Lady
°maven. "1 cannot get the cottege rent-
free for you, bet I can pay the rent. I will
give it to you every mouth, but it must be
on the condition that you tell no one.
to interfere ; but this poor woman—if you
had seen her pale, hungry face and sad Lord °examen might be displeased if he
heard it "
eyes !" It was humiliating at first to her to give
" It is elsy enough to look hungry," he . .
charities unknown t,o her husband, and then
sea& impatiently.
You do nor, mean that. I know you to beg that they might be kept secret. The
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have pity and compassion for the unfortun- gratitude of the poor woman in some
ate --I have seen you kind and generous to measure compensated her, and made herfeel less miserable.
them ; and this poor woman's husband—
and she loved him, mind—her husband, One of the Earl's most intimate friends—
one indeed who knew all his affairs—was
Lord Caraven, died to aave your birds. Sir Arthur Oldys ; and Hildred overheard
• Think—a man killed that a few birds may
live !" him, quite by chance, one day laying a
heavy wager ,,if}, the young Lieutenant,
"That is your way of looking at theme. She looked at him calmly.
ter. Do you know that you are attacking
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the very base of society?" Sir Arthur," she said, 'S I do not con
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eider that is quite fair, Lieutenant Hil-
" What am I attacking in this mule n' she,
asked. atone has no chance. You know more than
" TheGame Lean—the most gloriouspart I he does when ycu lay such a wager—you
know that you will win it
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of the British Constitution, John Woodruff i
died in defence of the Game Lawn not for She never forgot the sneer with which he
my birds." greeted her.
"As you will," she said gently. 'You ' "Lady Caraven," he said, "permit me
to offer my congratulations. You understand
understand things of that kind batter than &Meese as well as your
I do. I only know how sorry I felt foe the
money matters"
poor woman, who loved her husband—loved talented father.
him and lost him." i CHAPTER XXVII.
"}Eldred, you must not ask me to inn r.
fere. It does not doto give way to one's Without replying to Sir Arthur Oldy's
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feelings always I cannot interfere insult, without a word of comment, Lady
with my tenants. They must pay their 1 Caraven instantly quitted the room., her
rents."heart burning with hot indignation. How
" Will you let nie pay the rent for her ' well her husband's friends must know that
then?' she asked. i he did not love her 1 They would never
" If you do, we shall raise it to three ' dare to speak to her as they did bat for that
hundred a year Seriously speaking. HU- knowledge. How well they must know
dred, you must not interfere --it will not do. ' it, when they dared to try to insult her
It would be a fatal precedent, I must abso- through her father I
!eddy forbid you to eay any more." ) The pleasaunce must haves been con
She turned from him, her feels growing t structed by some one who knew how human
pale, her lips quivering with angerge nw nature longed for rest Few of the Ravens
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it, and felt &Inn at sorry. 1 mere people knew of its exietence—the
"1 regret to refuse you, Hared," he visitors did not Some of the servants were
said, rising to quit the room. " rt is the . in perfect ignorance as to its whereabouts.
first favor 5 on tome asked of me, and I. It was constructed for the sole and exclu-
ehould have liked to grant it. But 1 five use of the Ladies Caraven. Rumor
promised Blantyre faithfully that I would told stories of one of the daughters of the
not interfere. We must make what we can house who had been born with a deformity
of the estate, and we shall never do it if we in the face so terrible that she was urefit for
interfere with Blantyre." human eyes to gaze on. The Earl, her
She raised her head with a charming air father never permitted her to leave the
of pique and disdainhouse, and tide garden had beenconstructecl
"Pray, my lord," she said, amen. 1 ask entirely for her use. It was enclosed be-
n you have left your conscienceba Mrtwee n four high walla, and those wall were
Blantyre', bender covered with a luxuriant growth of ivy. No
" He would not have much to hold," windows, no tower overlooking the garden.
laughed the E srl. "My conscience would The paths were broad and straight, the
go inta smell space" whole paw° wee a wilderness of flowers.
o .
Her men gushed, her eyes shone brightly. The young Countess bethought herself of
"Let me aek 7 ou, my lord,' she eaid, this retreat She bad one key of the dark-
" have you ever remenabered that all ems green door that led to it ; Sir Raoul had
wealth was given to you, not for your own another. She would go thither, she mid to
especial self-indulgence, but for the poor herself, and look her life in the face, and
and the needy ?" then decide what to do with it It was
"1 should like you to tell Blantyrethat," slowly dawning across her that she would
sneered the Earl. "1 have never remain not be able to bear her trials much longer ;
bered anything of the kind." that she could not and would not endure
" Then let me tell you it is true. 'would them ; that there was a brighter life some-
gooner be the poorest beggar turned from where which she was determinedto find
your door thee 1 would be you, with your out ; that she could not sacrifice her whole
title, your estates, your wealth, your dead life to a shadow of duty, that, infact, she
eonscitnce, and your dead heart Good- would go forth free
morning, my lord" -
She went to the pleassance. If she were
And with an air of dignity the young interrupted there, it could be only by her
Countess aveept from the room, leaving him
husband or Sir Raoul ; there was no fear of
dumb with rageoeher intruders. A sense of relief mime to
her when she found herself between the
four high walls. The blue sky smiled down
Lady Caravan was not naturally prone to upon her, the languid air stirred &fatly,
anger, but now she trembled with rage that the scent of roses came to her on the wind ;
she should be so cruelly insulted, denied the it was like a reprieve to enter that quiet
first favor she hi ever asked—d.enied be retreat and feel alone.
cause she took a generous interest in surely It was a dreary tante, a miserable disap-
the loveliest crsature on her husband's pointment She WWI tired and weary. Loo
estate It was unheard of. She did nob ing bask, the thought she must have been
give vent to her anger by any load outburst med to sacrifice herself as the had done,
of emotion. She did notpace up and down married for her money, sold for a title, her
the room clenching her hands ; but she own will, her own womtsnhood had never
CHAPTER XXVI.
stooa silent, her face pale as death, her
• eyes filled with angry fire. That he should
have listened with that satirical smile on
his facie, perhaps laughing at her id his
heart 1 She shrank from herself.
" Heaven help mem' she said, "but I am
afraid. that I hate him ?"
Her hem& trembled alightly.
"1 am in a passion," she said to herself—
"and oo wonder. Wises ever wife refueed
such a trifle ?"
While she stood trying to stem the wild
current of aogee and to cool the fire that
seemed to burn her heart and brain, a ger
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vett, her own mail, entered,
"My lady," she sad, " the Earl is
, seeking yore Shall I tell him that you are
here
"If you please," the replied, ,
4 She neither moved nor marred when the
Earl came in. She neither turned her
beautiful head nor raised her proud eyes,
Be looked at the tall slender figure, so
unbending, so defiant.
Hildred," he mid sharply, "1 with to
opeak to you."
"1 should like to ask you," he mad,
"why you dislike Mr. Blantyre so much.
You have seen little of him, yob you dis-
trust him."
" I do," she replied quietly. " I did the
first time I SAW him. He commits positive
cruelties in your name, end then lays all at
your door. It is the, Earl's orders," he
(Aye ; "and under t he sanction of your
eaMe—e, memo that ought to be honored and
' revered—a say that great cruelties, acts of
great injuttice are oolsemieted.'
" Hove arn I to know that it is true?" he
elated.
" Go yotireelf among the people and ask.
Yeti will me meri with large tortilla and
eighteen a Week to euppote them
with, Whom rents have been releeel one
pound e yeeo—their retina not their wages;
those are the leborers etriplotad on your
eisiate-otho hewers tlf %Mod and drateort of
your forbeara,noe, come to an end at leen
kindred? "
"Yes," she replied truthfully, " it has,
at last."
He was silent for a few minutes, end
then, as she looked up at him, a great awe
stole over her. His eyes were raised to the
clear skies, his lips moved. Surely in a
pita= she bad seen a figure something like
his, with serene light on the brow. Her
auger, her impatience, her bitter contempt
aud dieliko seemed to fall away from her,
even from that One look at his face. She
rose suddwily into something nobler than a
weeping, vengeful, unhappy woman,
" You are going away, }lathed—you can
beer it no longer? Poor child 1 This re-
miname of an hoar I spent once with a
soldier who WW1 determined to desert his
poet and fly."
"1 am not a soldier," she said, with a
more pitiful smile.
"We will talk it over," he replied, and
he seated himself by the °Hinson carnation
at her side. "1 will tell you all I bhink," he
said, "and we will talk it over ; then you
shall decide."
She was trying to harden her heart
against him, to say to herself that, no mat-
ter what he thought, urged or mid, it should
make no difference—she would go away.
Re was sensitive and proud, he was tender
of heart, but how could he understand tier
case? That which tortured her was nothing
to him.
He looked at her with the same sweet,
noble compassion that seemed to her almost
more than human.
"Taildred,"he mad in a low voice, " will
you trust me wholly? Will you tell me
the true story of your marine I "
y011 not know it, Raoul? It seems
to me so shameful, I have no wish to
repeat it."
I know something of it," he repliede
but not the whole truth. I know that
you will tell it to rae. I ask you as a physie
Man aska. I must know the whole truth
before I can advise. Tell me one thing.
Did you love your husband at all before
your marriage?"
" No," she replied; not ha the least."
" Will you tell me again why you, a
woman naturally noble, naturally tender
end true of heave, married without love?"
She glanced at hien her beautiful face
fMt of perplexity ; she had gathered a crim-
son comnation, and was holding it between
her slender fingers.
I will tell you, Raoul. I asked my
father if love were necessary for happiness,
and he said No.' I believed hen ; hence
my mistake."
"Your father deceived you."
"He did deceive me," she replied.
He looked at the downcast face.
"Hildred," he said gently, "1 do not
remember that I have ever met with a more
thorough woman then you. You have all
a woman's tenderness of heart, quickness
of instinct, fertility of imieginabion, grace
of mind—your ideas and thoughts are all
womanly and true. How could you be so
false to your whole nature as to believe
that, even when your father told it to you ?"
"1 cannot tell. As you say, my own
innate perceptions oughe to have told me
it was false, but they did not. One reason
is that I had thought so little of the matter,
loved study and books; romance seldom,
if ever it came into my thoughts. I had
no girl -friends to converse with. If ever I
thought of love at all, it WeEt as of some
bright fairy -land that all the world sought,
but few ever reached. I asked my father
if one could live happily without love. He
told me 'Yea '—even more happily—that
love was a fever which burned aud fretted.
He said that this calmeat, the most peaceful
of lives were those in which love had no
share."
"And you believed him ?"
"Yes, I told him what poeto and novel-
ists said—bow a great poet haol said ie was
better • to have loved and lad than never
to have loved at all.' He declared it was
all nonsense, the poet's trade, the writer's
art,' until—believe me, Rieoul—I half
thought it a noble thing to live without
love. Then—let me be quite frank—the
notion of being a countess pleased me. Let
rats be even more frank. I save Lord Oar-
smen, and I liked him. He looked handsome
and rascinating—he seemed to differ from
the German professors or the city men with
whom I was familiar. I liked him, and I
made a. great mistake."
" Will iyou teli me whatthe mistake was,
Hildred ? '
"Yee. I knew nothing of money niat-
ters—I did not even know that I was a
great heiress—and I was foolish enough to
think that he muet have seen me sone -
where and have liked •• me—that he must
have admired me, or he would nob have
wiehed to marry me."
"Poor child 1" he [said, with a grave,
pitying face.
' CHAPTER XXVIII.
"1 could not understand it," she con-
tinued ; "no one was ever so puzzled. I
could not help noticing his indifference and
his reserve, but I thought that would all
die away. Every day I was expecting to
hear that he had bad some reason for his
coldness—some reason that had passed
away. Everyday I. expeoted to hear the
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secret of his ndifference. I hoped against
hope—you see how frankly I am speaking,
Sir Raoul—and then I awoke to the sure
and certain conviction that he not may did
not love me, bat that he ebsolutely dislik'ed
"Poor child !" said the grave voice
again.
"1 do not like speaking of it," she be -
gem. "You must see, Raoul, as well as
do—you must understand. How could
any one hell, despising and disliking a man
who lives for himself, who cares for noth-
ing but his own &azure, and leaves every
duty neglected? How can I love a man
who married me only for my money,
despising me the while,—Who has not since
marriage shown me the ordinary civility
that a gentlemen never fails to show to a
lady? He is selfish, indolent—oh, Raoul,'
I do not like aiming this, but if you saw his
cruel neglect, hie cruel oppression, if you
knew how carelemly he lames everything
to John Blantyre, how heedless he is as to
the claims of juetice, you would be sorry for
inc 1"
" You have borne your fete bravely as
yet, but now Tau have tired of it; Your
eourage and patience have failed—you have
told nee so, and i
can plainly gee n your
own mind you are seeking some means of
escape. Is it hot se I"
Yee," she answered, "1 mud go
away."
" Thet would be a commonplace ending
after all, running away from your trouble.
Hildred, I can see how you may make your,
self a heroine—how you may rise from this,
your girlish, diesatiefied life to the grandest
heighte of heroism. J see it, and, unless I
eel greatly mistaken in My estimation of
your character, you will do it; it is better
to die on the heighte of heroism than in the
&litho of despair."
I thought," the - fetid, " that men
affected to despise the lufluenee of WOITIOD 2"
"Not trete Men. You May take it as e
sale rule for guidance that When a Man
toile against Women he is no gentleman.
He may be & parvenu, a finob, an ignos
remains; be sure of one thing—he is no
entleman. The first instinct of is Menthe
man is chivalry. The Man Who has none
tihould lay no claire to that title, Believe
asserted itself. Her handsome, indolent bus.
band did nothing but treat her with in& ffer-
ence and contempt. She could do nothing
for him. He was on the way to ruin. How
could she &meet him? His whole life was a
round of senselese pleasure from which she
could never divert him. He had all thee
he wanted—her money. Now surely she
could go free—free to lead e more congenial
life, where the would not live in the midst
of annoyances! and vexations,
She would go and live in Fame or Italy
--anywhere away from England. Her
father might be angry. She would nob
heed it. He had shown but little love for
her ; she would not cormider him. The only
regret she fele—and it was a deep one—was
Inc Sir Ronal. Sir Raoul, the only Inman
being who oared for her—what would he
say when he knew that she was going? He
would Min her se terribly ; but, even for
his Sake, dear as he was to her, she could
not Stay. He woula mime heri he who loved
her with a true, loyal love ; but tMe wouiel
telt him how wretched &he was, how utterly
miserable, and then he wouid see that she
Millie go.
She sobbed out the worda. It Was e re-
lief to say them—a Wilief to say even to her-
eelf that the was miserable ; she had been
so proudly reticent, so self -restrained.
Surat -ferny a hand was laid upon her shoul-
der, and, looking up, she sew Sit Rum'
Mending by her side. In his pale 'face,
worn With pain ana euffering, the se.Win,
finite pity, infinite love ; compeadoe and
tenderness Rhone in his eyes. He had never
looked so true and Go noble as he did lust
then. He bent over her.
" Inildrecl, poor child, is it so bed as
thie " Kb askeol,
o It is go bed," she gcsid, " thee it meld
not be worse, Raoul—nothiug °oda be
Werth, I am tired of it, L am phis
away."
"Going away," he repeeted
"That ia Mud I feeret MS your rattence,
me, Hildred, most great and wiee men owe
the greater part of their wisdom to the in-
fluence of good and noble women. It ie the
grandest influence in the world "—and the
soldier raised his noble head proudly. "1;
need not quote history to you—you are
better vented in it than I are. I heed not
quote biography or poetry, nor point to tho
man who eaid that, he owed all his sucoess
in life to his mother, nor to the man who
owned thee he owed all his goodness to his
wife. It is the same story. 1feel inclined
sometimes to think thee the grandest of
God's gifts to this fair earth is the influence
of good and noble women."
His eyes beghtened, his face flushed, he
spoke like a knight of old. She lookedat
him with wondering awe.
'You may run &way and leave your
home, Hildred ; but that will be is common-
place ending. Do that whioh is nobler,
higher, better, resign yourself, submit to
your fate and meke the best of it. As a
haudsorno and noble woman use your influ-
ence with your husband to roues him from
his slough of despond into a higher life."
She was looking e.t him in sheer wonder.
How can 1 influence Lord Caraven?"
she asked,
"You cant do it by patience and per-
severance. Say to yourself that the task
of your life shall be to mahe him a good
man. Instead of running away from it,
devote yourself to it. There is much sisid
of a women's minion—let that be yours;
and surely there can be no hig,her or holier
mission than to rouse an indolent men to is
sense of his duty, a selash man from his
self-iadulgence."
"It would be a noble task," she said
thoughtfully. "Could I acooMplish it,
Raoul ?"
" With perseverance and self-control that
would amount to heroism you might," he
replied. "You must be the souiptor who
from a mass of qualities, good and bad in-
eterammet.,,
ixeetmust try to pro,duee a perfect
h
But," she said, half doubtfully, "he
does, not love me."
." That does not matter'. I propheoy that
he will love you in the end—that when you
have roused his soul from its sleep it will
turn to you naturally as the sunflower turns
to the sun. ,Dr) you not foresee it, Hil-
dred!" And an almost saintly enthusiasm
shone on his face.
"It is possible, Raoul, but—"
" Nay, be brave. You must not even
thiuk of the word but.' You must be
enthusiastic over it—nothing can be done
without enthusiasm. You must, give your-
self up to it, as a mi sionary does to con-
version of the heathen, as a martyr does to
his death. ' You must work for it, live for
it, die for it. Have you the courage and the
constancy for this, Ifildred? "
The light was deepening on her face, the
fire in her eye's. The passion of his words
was beginning to tell upon her.
"1 have both the courage and the con-
stancy," she replied.
"Think of the difference in the ending,"
he said. " Imagine the Earl on his death-
bed, tortured by the ghosts of those whom
he has neglected, by the ghosts of duties
left widows, ready to curse the young wife,
who, by flying from him and leaving. him to
his own devices, had hastened his runabody
and soul—picture that. Then fancyto
yourself the Earl on his deathbed, blessing
the dear wife, the noble woman who saved
him from ruin who woke his soul from its
long sleep, whir taught him how to live and
to die. Could you hesitate for one moment
between these two pictures?"
"No, not for one moment, Raoul. I do
not hesitate—I will nob hesitate. I will do
my life's work."
"That is well said. You must resolve to
overcome all difficulties—you mast say to
youreelf froin the beginning that nothing
shall daunt you. You will think that I am
preathing to you; but, although I have
been only a rough soldier, I have seen is
great deal of life, and I have come to the
conclusion that if women, instead of study-
ing medicine, quarelling over votes and at-
tending public meetings, would devote them-
selves to cultivating the best qualities of
their husbands, the world would be better
than it is."
" Is it not unwomanly to seek for love
which is not offered to you, Raoul '
" It might be in a girl, it is not in a wife.
I think is wife should aspire to win her
husband, to make him love her with all
his heart."
"Lord Ceraven will never love me," she
said. "1 do not think that he has any
heart to give ; it is all wasted—he has had
e. hundred loves."
"But not one real one, Hildred. If you
win his heart, take my word for it, you
will be his drat love. We will take our
stand on something higher. To win love is
pleasant, but you shell not devote your
life to that. You eluell devote yourself to
the rousing of a soul, naturally noble, but
long buried in self-indulgence and folly;
you shall spend yoar life in making the
Berl of Oarsmen worthy of the name he
bears. You have promised."
I wieh," she said. "that you would tell
me what to do first. I could go on if I only
knew how to begin.'
He smiled gravely.
"Perhaps you will think my first lesson
a very hard one," he said.
"1 will do what you t•till me, Raoul, let it
be what it may."
"Then I shall suggest this. You wish to
make a little advance—nothing very marked,
but some trifling act of civility that will
make amends, and show your desire to be
what children call friends.'"
He did not know what an effort it cost
her to say "Yee," but she did say it, and
she meant it.
"Then this is what I suggest. It was
about a spray of migoonette that you dim
pleased Ulric last. Gather some beautiful
sprays of it, the finest you can obtain, and
take them to him. Say quite carelessly,
You admire mignonette, so I have brought
you this.'"
" And suppose," said Hildred, "that he
replsys me in learn by throwing it away?"
Never mind—courage and pabiencemust
he your watchwords. Ah, Hildred, after
all, our likes and. clielikee 'should have little
to do With our duties ! You will not be
alone in your struggles ; 1 elan watch over
you, I tshall help you, and sympathy is
sWeet."
She caught his hand and Used it. He
eaw her face clear, ata is bright, earnest
light thine in her eyes.
"Do youknow, Raoul, she said, " that I
feel happier even now before I have begun.
I did not like the thought of running teeenar;
there was something very cowardly about
it. New I shall never think of it again. I
ellen endure to the very end. I am happier
even for the retrolve. I have sonaething to
live fer—
Something to live for, life to begin;
Something to tight for, something to win;
I Must be more patient than oatience itself.
I must be humane ; all vanity and selaesteern
must leave MO before I begin the task that
you have net inc. I mud rise from the
oommolace to the hereto, and Om to
mysielf, t IS for the good of a human
?kW
In another minute the beautiful face
had disappeared, and Sir Raoul was left in
the pie/Matinee alone.
"A Man height ley clown his life for
such n woman as that," he Mid, With what
Was almost a
at Risaens:egeeA;P:2e13:adXbXeoin7.PlaYinn with
Lord °maven, stood in the billiard -room
one of his friends, who, homing received is
telegram, had gone to answer it. He stood
alone leaning carelessly egaiust the epos
vertu:elm something more them hie usual
indifference darkeninghis face ; he never
liked interruption during a game.
She would not reveal her hesitation, but
went straight to him'smiling so that he
little guessed how her heart boat. He
raised his eeehrows as ehe drew nearer to
him. What was going to happen ? I3efore
he had time to speak hia hone was buried in
a eon, dewy mass of mignonnette.
"'There, said a laughing voice. " You
said this morning that this was your
favorite flower. I have been looking for
the most fragrant sprays of this that I could
find."
He could not believe the evidence of his
senses ; it was incredible that the laughing
voice belonged to his cold, proud wife --the
girl who had swept imperiously from the
room when he saw her last He looked at
her in amazements She would not see the
surprise on his face or ma‘ke the least differ-
ence because of it.
"You have the very pick of the garden
here!" she Bind ; "every epray has its own
epee ial beauty." •
He roused himself, and tried to recover
from the wandering sleeper then• had over-
come him.
You really remembered, Hildred, what
I mad ?" he bevel, with a pleased look.
"Yes, and I think youshowedgood taste,"
she replied. "1 know no flower lovelier
than. fragrant naignonaette."
"And you really think that I have good
taste," he said.
Yes. Why should thee surprise you?"
she asked, with a snale.
His face flushed and his eyes drooped.
"1 fancied," he said hurriedly, "that you
considered me altogether graceless and with-
out one redeeming guilty."
"Indeed I do not" elm repliedeernestly,
thinking of all that Sir Raoul had said in
his favor. "That is a greet mistake of
yours."
"There is one thing," be confessed,in a
low tone—" I have shown the worst side of
my character to you."
She felt frightened and inclined to run
&weer.
" Toe will not lose my flowers or throw
them away?" ehe said. And then she vvas
startled, for his handsome indolent eyes
were looking into hers with a new expression
in their blue depths.
"Ain I so wanting in chivalry and gal-
lantry, Hildred?" he asked her. "I be-
lieve this is the first thing that you have
nevoetvirgiven me of your own free will, is it
"No," she replied. quietly, "it is non"
"Ah, perdon me' " he said, witit a. quick
change of face andvoice—" you ;gave me
your fortune I"
"Nay, Lord Gunmen," he said gently,
"you are quite wrong. I was not thinking
of money. Gold is dross—I despise it—I
could almost hate it for the mischief that it
makes. I was thinking of something very
differeet from money—something that
money could not buy."
osialtye. was looking at her with keen. curl-
" Something that money could not buy,"
he repeeted. "1 declare that you puzzle
me. I thought gold was omnipotent."
"1 do not think so—I do not like it.
Omuipotent ? Why, Lord Caraven, all the
wealth ef the world could not buy happil
ness or love."
(To be continued.).
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Rhymester—True, sir, I have not much
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Her Father—In what shape is this prop.
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Rhymester—In manuscript poems.
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