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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1885-3-27, Page 7Mallon 27, 1886, "Oh, my lova 1 iny love ! Onco again! Just ono° again 1" And, before ho know what bo was doing, ho was kneeling boforo 130atrioo, with her head pillowod on his breast. The vIQee of our youth make lashes for our ago. As bo knelt, with that innocent fano and clear hood on his broast, Vano, Lord Bole°, would have givou his life to havo undone his orirnoa. C11APTl'IIt LXXIL TIlO VICTIM" et` !IAN'S 41Ne, Lord Kelso tried to raise that pale, moot face and dry the raining toars, but eke clung tho more closely to him. Sho had forgotton all they had said about his wrongdoing in that hour— sho romoulhorwl Duly how she loved him. Until he (hod ho novor forgot the words slue whispered to him ; they wore sacred to him—no one oleo hoard thorn; it was tho girl's loving farewell to hor lova. Then ho laid bar head back upon tho pillow, but eke said "No; while you are with mo, lot my head rest bore. It is for tho last time —oh, iny dear lovo, for tho last timo 1" "You are vary ill, my sweet )3oabrice," ho said. "Yes ; I am going to die, I could nob havo lived without you. You havo been my lifo from the first moment I saw you, Iso you renomborit?" "Ob, Heaven forgive inc 1" sobbed the unhappy roan. "Oh, Beatrice I novor moant to give you ono moment's sorrow. I meant to maim you so happy,and I have killod you 1" "I and happy to die," she said ; "1 r nhl not live without you. I havo boon „i:lch happier Sinn I was ill; before t!is t I was mad; all the air around me nomocl liko burning bro. I used to go •gut into the woods, where no ono could ••e° or hear mo, and cry out for you— :.retch out my arms and Dry to you. All, my love, my lovo 1 nothing ever auswerod ine but the rustling of tho boughs and the leaves. I used to throw my arms round the rugged trunks of trees. I must not tell you all my misery; all my madness nano can know. Tho nights soonlecl to ine 118 years; tho days —oh, Vauo! I tried to koop up." "Illy darling 1" he murmured, with tears. "I tried to talk and laugh, to make mamma happy, and then go to my room and pray Macon to let me dao. Oh, Vano 1 the sharp anguish, the bitter misery, the pain in my heart was so groat ; and now that it is over—I havo but to die." "My darling 1" he murmured again. "Yes, your darling—always yours. Oh, Vane 1 I was so thankful when they said I must die—when this pone° and quiet and rest came to mo, and I hall no longer to keep up appearances ; when I could lie and sob my heart away. Is it true, dear love, aro all the terrible tales they toll of you true 2" Ho would havo given his life to have ausworod "no," to havo biddon that loving, inn000nt child look up and bo. liovo slim, to havo ltissecl the sweet face and toll leer it was a slander and a lie. Who says wrong-cl oiug in not punished, oven in this world. Lord Relso know. "My darling, it is all true," ho re- plied, with bowed head and trembling lips. "I humblo myself before Heaven and beforo yon; it is all trno; but lot 100 add this—in those, the wicked days of my youth and folly, I did not know you. "Poor Irmo!" she said, gently. "I am sorry it is all true." Sho laid ono band gently round his neck, until his dark, troubled faeo touched hers. "1 ant sorry," she repeated, "moat of all for your sake. I would sooner die now 01111 bo with you forever in heaven. I shall bo with you, shall I not ? No ono also has such a claim as mine. I shall have died for you." Ho remembered another face, fair as angel's, mud be thought of tho white lily lie had beaten to the ground. But no ono had died for him, and he could safely say, "No; no one had such a claim." Sho smiled. "Thou I am more content," she re. plied. "I would sooner lose my hold of you here and have you for ever hero. after," He could only cry out that she was his darling, and that ho would give hie life for hers. "I wish," sho said, dreamily, "that 00 one had evor told ; wo should have boon happy. I need never have known it. You would havo been kind to mo, and I am sure you aro good now. I soot for you when they said I must die, because I wanted to see you. I am dying be- cause my heart is broken ; not crushed and oohing, but broken, and I know, who knew you so well, how you will grieve after me. I know you will; whatever you may have done, you have always loved me. You will never show it to the world, but you will suffer. I want to make my memory pl0asing to you, and full of hope. I want you, oh, my darling, to pleclgo yourself to me again, and to promise you will come to m0 in heaven. People say they do not know what heaven is like; but I know how good God is, and ho will let us bo togeter if you will try to come. Will you ?" He could not speak, he could only moan out his passionate dospair. "Than, instead of thinking of mo as ft poor, pale.faodd girl—dying—you will think of mo as acradiant 13oatrice—lila thab," sho addoel, pointing to tho pie. tura; "always watching, and waiting, and praying for you. Forget all about my iliums and death. Clo from tho happy l3eabriao, whom you left so short a time sfuo°, to the happy Beatrice waiting for you—waiting for you whero tho gatos stand ajar. I want to spook to you, Vane; it is tho last time—the 1. sk ilm0. Closer, dear, lot mo fool your ftteu. They told are you ha, boon a wicked man, and you hay It 11 trim," mho continued, anti little hand oarossing the troubled faeo. "My darling, c10 you know that a wicked man 0001,01 go to 'maven ? Mayon knows all wiekednesn and sin. I want you to Como to heaven—walling for you thoro, time will 00080 to bo. 13ut you mutt ba good. Olt, my beautiful love, whops 1 havo lost oil (forth, will you try, will you be good, will you oomo to m0 ?" "I will try," be said, gently. "It will not be difficult, Vano," she said. "First and foremost, you mn8t be sorry for all these faults and sins of yours." "Iloavon knows, my clear, I am sorry for them," 110 replied, "with all my heart," If or pale face brightened. "Are you really sorry? I am so glad, Vano." "I Iso not want to make oxalises for myself," ho ropliod; "but no ono ever taught mo to be good; I was spoiled from the time I lay in my cradle." "Poor Vano 1" she said, with boanti. fel compassion and tenderness. "Men do not lcuow tilos° things, but IIoavon does," "I will toll you honestly, Beatrioo," bo said, "that tho highost law .I havo followed has been always my own 1 ploasuro." "Poor V(010 1" she repeated, with in- finite gentleness. "And," he cried, "I am a miserable einfer—a 0(0et 111iserahl0 sinner. But I will do better, and I will livo so that I may 0(111)0 to you again" • 511e laid. her face on his, and there was infinite, rolief in the sigh she gave. "011, my earl t my earl 1" sho said— "my beautiful love 1 the only lova nave ever had. Como to me, my darling, in another world—I who havo lost you in this. Oh, Vane, my lova 1 Ought I to haul said all thee° things to you ? They wore all so angry with you, and perhaps —I cannot toll—porhaps I should not havo kissed and caressed you. Should I havo roproachod you ? But how could I, when I loved you so well ?" "My darling, you have been a very angel of pity and mercy to mo," he cried —"you have done for mo what no one else oould havo done," Unutterable love shone in the sweet face sho raised to his. "You aro going to be good, just as I wish you," sho said ; "You will say your prayers, just as little children do, and you will be good to the poor, and Vane —Vano—" "What, my darling ?" ho whispered. "Papa says you have broken the hoort of more than one girl; you will remem- bor mo, how I have suffered, if ever the tomptatiou comes to you to break an- othor. "Look," she continued, "at that £aco in the picture ; see how the srmlight touches it ; the face is so grave, so di- vine, yet full of pity and mercy ; that is the same face that will shine on us in heaven," Thoy heard impatient footsteps in the corridor outside, and the girl's face grew whiter. "That is papa ; ho thinks you have boon long enough with mo. Oh, Vane 1 this is all the sorrow death hold,bidding you farowell." In a passion of tears that bo could not repress, ho flung himself again on his knees ; he had arisen on the sound of those footsteps, and had unclasped ter tender arms from his neck. "Will you forgive mo, Beatrice ?" he said. "Yes, with all my heart. I will toll you something, Vane. I should not say it hot that I am going to die. I would rather have loved you, loved you un- happily and die for you, than have boon happy even with any one else. Bend your faeo down to me, let me look at it for the last time. Oh, beautiful face, good-bye1 Vaue,I wish you would kiss me, and I wish that I could die with your lips on mine." He bent down to kiss her. Once more ho touched the swept, innocent lips that had known no other kiss. Ho Caught the faint breath, the feeble sigh ; at first he thought she was dead. The nurse canto hastily forward, and he went away. If any man or woman lives 1001151) enough to think that wrong -doing is not 11unislled in this world, shay shouldbavo lookod into the heart of this unhappy man. Lord Pourith was waiting in the hall. "I will see you safoly from the house," he said. "Lord Penrith," cried the osx1, "your daughter, the sweetest, truest, and purest soul on earth has forgiven mo. Can you not do the same?" "No 1" ho cried ; "and I never will 1 The world is wide; you might surely havo found some one less dear, less pre - Mous than my daughter. Qo, and pray 7-Ieaven I shall never see your face again." Ile wont, trembling with a great droacl ; his nerves had been terribly strained; the had suffered more than words could toll; his brain seemed to bo on fire; his head was aohing with almost intolerable anguish; his eyes warn blinded wibb tears. "Drive back to the station," he saki to the coachman; "you need not wait for mo," Ho folt that, oven tf ho wondered in tho grounds and the woods all night, he could not leave tho spot whore Boabrice lay dying. Ile went down the broad flight of marble steps; he remomborod the day when she had stood there to woleomo him to Penrith; he romomborod 1110 light in her oyes, the roses in bar hair, and now she lay stricken unto doath, all for him. Sho was tho innocent victim of his sins. Ile thought of all 1110 saorifi°es ho over road of. IID thought of Abraham's sou, his bosom bared to • 1 THE BRUSSELS POST, ,tel 1.11;11; ha thought of Japhiha'8 11:1,1(-'1: 1,111 511r"10 Lliero Ivan never 0111111 11 line unto 1111n. 1'hu Ltotr of Cain was brau(to,i bn- ',moo his hand 20118 Mt w11.1 lea bro. tsar's blood. flow molly lost 101)11 weigh°(l ell his 111411(15? 11010511uufd lin 1,e00 boon luunllislif jostle° had been +loud, to hi n, ? 1'10 sun had sot, no light lin;, red lovingly 00 flower 0uQ true; cll. 1„ watt 0 dull in the night air, a wail in tho wind. that 511,10 111)3 blood run c":d, 1113 wandered through tho grounds. I1+' wtts a string man, hitt ho felt that if 1, cans l not weep out sumo of the hit. ) 'n' oug::ah that fillud 131)3 boort, ho 1..001,1 ,110. CHAPTER LXXIII. "AN0100 00 0(Y IJFD, 000(111 DAC[) TO MB 11' Anywhere, out of the sight of the houso where 0110 lay whom hie love had brought to Ibis berriblo point; ho bolt 08 though at ono bound he ooaid have nod from thoro to tho uttermost ond of the oartb, yet he could not loavo tins spot ; he must watch the light from hoc windows—he must Bee if it disappeared, and if so he should know what had hap. poned. The handsome earl whom all womon had loved—the rich earl whom all men had envied—was the most mis- erable man living on earth. Memory whipped him with scorpion whips. Thore was another face fairer oven than that of Beatrice Penrith, the fano of a woman, fair as an angel, pure and innocent as a child-; to his excited fauoy the two wero ahnosb ono. The fairer face had long since vanished from him ; it slept, he firmly holiovod, under tho waters of Lake Lucerne. If ho had marriud Agatha Brooke this tragedy would novor havo happened, and his thoughts wont with a bitter curse to ('10 nl: Ot.N'riJtUYOD.) L'AEEA! FOIE SALE Ar A. BAlt gain,—Thu farm contains about 125 au reeand 18101101h sight of a .riving town in Groy0o, Good Market, sohoel,ohurehes, &c The 'Toronto, Grey & 13ruuo railroad runs aorosstho rear of the lot. Low prleo to the man Paying tho cash. busy turmoil ontlme. This is a splendid opportunity fora poor man or a man with n family. The owner would exchan re for a smaller farm In Huron 0o. For further partleslat a ars ly to Brussels, P. 0. MEAT 1r[ARKET, 01,480 SWitltET, litt11481300. ANDREW CURRIE, Prop'r, FRESH AND SALT MEATS Oftho bostquel!ty alwnyr ot.hand end deity oro° 1n anypert of tbo Villagefree of charge T1111.10 Very Favorable. FAT CATTLE WANTED, F.orwhich Lilo highest market price wil;bu paid. I ales make Specialty ofuymph ids vend nine. at"n'tforgel the Place, next 110011 to 0,0teher'sJewellr) Store. 42,111Rp;10 OMRI1 ALL ALIVE Tho undersigned begs leave to announce to the Public generally that ho has purchased the Entire Stock of D. Frain, harness maker, and Navin brought a Large Stock of his Own Mal[c ,he is prepared to Com- pote with the Ohcapesi, 118 he Buys Strictly for Cash A Complete Stock of LIGIII AND HEAVY HARNESS, COLLARS, NIIIPS, BRUSIILS COMBS TRUNKS, HORSE BLANKETS AND VALIIES, And Everything in the Harness Lin t Harness made to Order from best ma serial on Shortest Notice. • r Repairing Promptly Attsndod to. I w SATISFACTION GUARANTEED. 1)300' A ea elicited before Purchasing Elsewhere 50 CORDS —0E— SHORT, 11.110 WOOD Wanted at Once will be taken in Exchange for anything in the Harness Line. 3 ' Don't forget the pine°,inDr Graham 8 Block, D. I"rain's Old Stand, Main Street, Brussels. R. STEVENSON. A ellEAT CHANCE TO Make Money ! Outfit worth a Large Sum of Mon- ey all Free. You will find Your Fortino in our Circular. Great Chcb77,ee for, Lady .,Ige7Lts to Mahe Money. Terms and Outfit Ii'oce, Yon will find our Circular a Prize. Address, PIN14 An'r PI?11 ,ISfiTNll Co. St. Oatlleriiuns, Ontario, 7 TO THE FRONT AG The undersigned 111 returning thanks to the I'eoph. of Craubrool; and Surrounding Country for their Lil,ornl i'atd'"lltii!c during the l nsf N years would respectfully intimate that he has tt nils r'esuulccl insi- 110S8 and will be found at the Olin Stand, ready to iltteild to the Wants of his Customers, 1 )S © ' t.JO1=3 '11 0- -IN THE BLACKSMITH LINE— PROMPTLY ATTEND -FD TO. .L"\AT.AC 0-0:N- - S. -EEO i= Will be Under the Management of a First -Class Mechanic. Repairing of ...Ill Kinds elttendecl to. We also ,Make a ,Specialty of New Work got up 'in First -Class Style and Guaranteed to Give Satasfaetion. We are the Only Firm in the Dominion of Canada lLfanufncturipg the Victoria itoad Carty allowed by Competent Judges to bo the Best of A11 two wheel Vehicles. Intending Purchasers Should Call and Examine. 38 BR I+ AD ¥ HOUSE. 38 Bead and don't forget that Ross Bros. have just Opened out the - Larg- est Assorted Stock of Tweeds ever shown in Brussels, consisting of BEAVERS, FRIEZES, NAPS, FANCY WORSTEDS, HALIFAX, Scotch and Canadian Tweeds, and as those all have to be run o$ this Winter to leave room .for Spring Stock you can depend on getting a Good and Cheap Suit or Overcoat. Call and Examine Our Stook and you will bo Satisfied that you can Buy Suits and Overcoats Cheaper than any place else. WE HAVE ALSO ENLARGED OUR STOCK OF HATS & CAPS IN ALL SHAPES AND STYLES. OUR STOCK OF UNDERWEAR IS ESPECIALLY WORTHY OF ATTENTION, being of Exceptionally Good Value. Somo Extra Large Sizes in , Shirts and Drawers of Good Quality. In 01=nems a'd °. IE,E we show 11 Complete Stock of Desirable Goods. Suits Made to Orderon shortest possible notice,. Call Early and Secure your Choice it0 100 Intend LIuslling these Goods off tot Once. R it SS BRCS,! Fashionable ° aile,rs. 'JaIe'si Ohl Stancl,