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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1886-1-29, Page 3JA $. 29, 1886, nor, risen to her feet and ruselee towarae the doorway, but the ;froll.Iree of her silken elcirte breaks the spell that has held MieeMaturin, ��'' or two towards Lady Bo verie,rns though elm would forcibly detain hor—but m. deed her voice alone would have etop. pod hor—" etny and rejoice in your work! Look at bar—look I" ropeate she fiercely, pointing to the stricken girl, who with pale face but nnlowered head is still gazing at them. " See what a wrack you have made!" And iu truth it is a wreck. Even as she speaks, Doloro'e head sinks upon her breast, and a terrible expreseton, born of fear and undeserved ahame, covers her, Scarcely to be reeognbzed is the happy blithesome child of yo.,t r. day in the forlorn despairing girl of to. clay. nd Wont on Minn Matti iu, eltinghertthin e her Enrols together, A frenzy of rage and grief lights up hor sombre oyes. "You he via killed her," she cries—" you have Blain the best of her I Oh, whore shall re. cornpeuse be fount! ?" She pauses, and glances eagerly at the girl who is etc longer with theta, but .lost in the sal Me -wham; of a pnrting scene—that must he irrevocable—with her lover, " Do- lores," she calls gently, my darliug eerily little cue!" 13ut no anssver comes to her. Fornnee the girl is deaf to her voice- (load to all bub her t,ioery. Bliss llatnrin divines this, and then all hor pension blazes forth, Oh, just cod," cries she, directing a balefnl glance at Lady Bouverie, is there no J1elp from Theo? How long— how long will it be before Thyvopgeaunn !ells upon this woman? .!)o tot hold 'l h'no hand, I beseech Thee! Let amu live to see Thy justice 1" isle.: seems to have grown ganntorand grayer. Going up to Lady Bouverie, she lays her baud upon her arm, and shakes some sudden fear into that se1. ash breast. " Yon shall look at her I" she Bays, turning her unwilling visitor in tho di. rection of Dolores. "On your death. bell chink of this hour, and of how you deliberately ruined ono human life All sly days I have spent in shielding her, .rt protecting her, in loving her for you at last to destroy 1 She was my child, my own—my very soul l Go, woman, before I do you some injury 1" She has her large powerful white hand upon Lady Bouverie's arm still, and again she shakos her. Invain Lady Bouverie Beeks to free herself—the grasp only tightens. There is indeed a growing light in Miss Maturin's eyes that ,night be well termed dangerous, and that creates a wild fear in her vizi. tor's craven breast. Silently they gaze upon each other. Lady Bouverie trona. tiles shrinks. Suddenly a soft broken voice, scarcely audible, reaches Miss hfabnrin's ears. " Lallio, come to me!" Her grasp relaxes. When indeed has she ever boon indifferent to that sweet t "ice ? She tuns away from Lady huuverie, as though almost forgetful of ht ' pre.eoco, and, failing upon her 1.:.,.es boforo Dolores, encircles her with Ler nrms. 1'pon the sullen day a sullen twilight has fallow. Within tho deep recesses "' the leafy wood it is now almost dark. ;',ick shadows lie among the branches. i here is no song of birds in all the air 1,, hrealc the unearthly stillness that teiens around. A sense of impending .turn weighs down everybhing. For 0110 sad mind there vies with this a ' 11 14o of misery completed, of a sorrow too heavy fox assuagement,. Already a sickly moon has climbed ti,o heavens, a dull thing, poor and faint, rt tearful Dian, in harmony with the lifeless evening. Pale discs of light lie terve tree and herb; yet TlO're ie tempoot in you horitd moon Anil lightning in yon cloud," To bide dine lonely spot in the dark wool Dolores has hastened—as might some wounded oreatare—on that first ,.svl,tl awakening to the fatal truth. dere sae gas come t0 mourn in silence and secrecy over her wrecked life, over that greatest of all lossos—loss of hope. Flinging herself face downwards upon the grassy sward, with her sad arms outstretched and her little delicate fin- gers, clutching convulsively at the long t uugles of the rank verdure, as though in to perfecbagony of shame and grief, elle gives herself up to the bitterest' despair. Ono intangible watery moon. Wain is lying, as though touched by 1"'r grief, upon her half -bared arms, an. litho: as if in benison upon bet forlorn little head, But life's moons or suns, i s warmaze, its chill, can bo nothing to her again for over. The vague, wild 'delete ,joy of liviug is gone from iter. There is only the bitterness of death remaining, and desire to escape and cover her face and hide from all her kind, Out of rho rimy and night A joy lets taboo flight. PITA miring tun,1 rammer and winter hoar clove Inv faint heart with gt•lut, but with ,lo• let6 No afore-.ub, ,over more 1' Thus woo•begoue she rests at full length upon rho ground, hull ttle shape- ly head wind-toeeed and roughened, low- ered to the earth—the pretty proud head that only yesterday carried itself sosweetly and with such a natural dig. silty I Now and then a moan becalm from her, a shattered prayer, a dry sob of keenest anguish. " Oh, kind Father—Father of ns all - taro mercy—have pityqt Mut every. thing be given a ? Thie thing perhaps, tweet Lord ? But yet not this 1 Oh, leave mo something 1 Thou, who art all love, leave Mb tay share of worldlyyaffootion 1 Surely I nodi not enrretder all, name and fame and laver 0001" Is her prayer answered ? There is a sound of hurrying foot- steps on the cool sweat grass, asmother. od exolamation; thou two strong arms, mighty with this love alto has boon ire. ploriug, stoop to her, weave themselves round hor; and Bouverie, lifting her bodily from the ground, turas her face to his. Seeing her lying so, all sad anti disconsolate, the mournful certainty has been borne in upon flim that she lute been lying thus because her heart is broken, CHAPTb;11. xxll. As Dick lifts his aweetheert in his arras, her expression changes, See shrinks from him, and maims a vain effort to release itereelf from the loving bondage of his umbrae°, "Oh, not yon," she says, in ttlace panting whisper—" not yon, of all neo. ole I I had made up my mind that it should never be you again." " To comfort you ?" asks ho, Germi- nating her sentence. '• If you are in eroublo, who would be there but mo bo help you ? Nour trouble n10,1 always be urine, no. own eweethenrt 1" Il,, tightens Ids 1:10,41, rnnul Inc; bel; she, pushing hint trout her, lays Ii'r Mends outspread noon his breast, and iu her lovely eyes there grows' a vrry agony of protest. Seeing her so p1 . :detect, he nineties het gently, <t•et tete !ler stand back from him a step or two, "It ie useless; It must all end noir," She says faintly, and again hides her lace within her hands. „Death aloe(' Das end some thin',;," returns he slowly ; "but Time 1s 0 norcilul. It Nits put a finish eve rich grief asyoue, 111y own; bet, 0 ter love, neither Timo inc Death put an end to that .ft will go telt/ Brough life, and to the grave. hence to the world be}•our!," When lying in passionate pain ❑ilia, he fresh swim", site had closed her lin- ern on same tender grasses. Now ;lm erne them listlessly in her coli baud, nd gazes ab thein as one 'night when ouslderiug some question far remote ore them. She wan right," site says at last— your mother, I moan. For all 1110 ays of your life you must speak to me ever again. It was terrible—all that 1e said; she called me lmaebo'n—a eel worth" She shivers as though ith intense cold, and clasps her ftngere glibly together. " Baseborn 1" site re - tato, almost uncouscionely. "Yes— e, it was a cruel word." " Cursolier I" says the youngman,willt ddon &eros passion, gazing at the pale eco before him, the striokeu glance, the eying hopeless figure. " Oh, no, 110," cries she piteously; she is your mother! Even as to tie, were she alive, I would not so cal:: and mine—" She pauses ab- ptly. "But to the dead there is only gcveness," she says brokenly; and en—" You know all? Yon have and ?" ' Yes, all ! That you should have and it and from such a source is what hall never forgive I I have told her Your mother ?"—in a little thrilling laver. The relationship has ceased to Dist me," returns be, with a . curious gip. "But of course I understain (:tautly to be able togive you 00 an. r, les; I have told Lady Bouverie t I shall never forgive her conduct to a n r, 11 e} 01!u' ti pr ye a1] dro r, mi tip su for 111 be he Is sa wiz for Ian suHl 11.11 114,1 .f„r eau 1 114 011,1 sive tha yam' "1 am twice unfortunate," slays Do. lores mournfully. "Besides my owe intolerable load, must I also bear flue klinwledge that I have created discord between a mother and her son 1" " Nothing matters," answers the young man, steadily pressing her fiugore to his lips, " except what personally concerns yon. Forgot the rest, and be assured that Lady Bouverie can manage excellently without either you or me. My beloved, how you must have suf. feted 1" His tone has changed. Now Otero is thrown into it a great wave of the most tender sympathy ; before it had been bard and somewhat cynical, " There is no need to talk of that,' mays she, with a passionate attempt at calm.; "do mit talk ofit There is only ono thing now for me to say to you ; 'I say it—"I give you back your troth 1 Size turns to hi ' nt, pale and rigid, and compels herself to meet his eyes. " on give 11.10 what I will not acme';, —a poor gift!" returns he, as pale as herself. "',!'ell, what oleo 11 " All is over botweou tie," says the poor child sadly, her sweet face looking worn and changed in the dull ni0,nt. tight. " Oh, do not make things hardttc bo 110 that they are. Yon will give ine 1111,?" ' No•or 1" auswors Bouverie coldly. " tot that be perfectly understood bo. Weep us, Never 1 1 have your premise to be my wife ; I shall hold you to it till the hast day duly life." 1 Then you will leave all the pain, the trouble to me ?" says Dolores re. proachfully. " flow unbind that is I Well, I give you no, at 100st," " That yoti cannot do," returns he quickly. " What, do you think I am not stronger than you e" Bo lays his hands lightly on her tender shoulders, as though to prove to her the difference between thein, ".Dolorne, do you think yon ooniti live without fano ?" ho wake softly; rand, with the knowledge full tepee her that she lies beyond redemp- tion iu hot answer, she murcnurs 11 Yes," her eyes on hie. " Say that again," says Bouverie, holilieg her a little way from him Haat he may the better mark the changing of her eyes. " Say it nowt" 41 yes—Vete-yew I" cries she sharply; lint the tension is too great foe her: 1 She falls forward epee kis breast and 1 i'JS:ltl BRUSSELS POST. carats Into net42s. " Web, I couldn't without you, you cruel child," returns he, caressing her with a careful love don't believe aword f it alto IIe says this last softly, pressing her little silken bead against hie breast. But hor despair in too strong to ad. mitnt'comfort even from the one be- loved —nay, the very sweetness of the comfort offered seems only to add to the poignancy of her grief. " Ul1 that we two were dead!" she cries, her pent.up sobs breaking forth. " Now—together l" "Phare isa sudden trembling of the Blight limbs; instinctively she clings to him. To be buried, lost, forgotten be- yond the !rel of all humanity is the one sheet longing that remains to her and with him. If they might only he permitted to share this everlasting axile —to go together whither. 110 span may follow, past fear and anguish and dos - pair and all desire 1 "1 %vi+4 we were deed I°either tn.day, CI Lust df, nd °Lofu e 1 in 1I a,'lovt,otcl ar. Out of t'"* wind.Cs tree, out of the light, Out of thea nr.v ur worldly w,m.ther, A. thin wait',, all dual (4l 0n wholly away, Um,,o ono c1 ith duet u, filled 1,111 of the 111111111', (T1ISE CONTINIIE.U.) HOUSE & LOT FOR SALE, ON theLotthatoould be utilized for noetabin wl] beentd onroaeonab]otorme. A1,0I tn— A. 13.9.W1111131110 Sign ofthe Scotch Dollar. --00— }lore we aro with a Splendid Stock of ROBES, BELLS, HORSE BL,:I,l/'KETS, —00— Our harness fills the bill every time. Call and see ovr stock and leave your order. —00— A largo assortment of Trunks, Valises Al Satchels to choose from. —00— Bepairingpromptly attended to. —00— Call in and see our goods. Me don't charge anything for looking. TL DEXXIS. NEW GOODS AT THE GOIdCll PaUleck'1 The Mammoth Hardware Stora. -0-- •i T11, t X44„ P1 A TFORI1. SGALES„ 900, 1200, t.ud 9000 Pounds. Family $oales For Butter, Groceries, Rte., Etc. --.0_._.- Cross-Cut Saws: "NEW IMPROVED CHAMPION, "RACER," "LANOR," fie., art'.. The 1Eiectric'bi ck saw. '—o— CHOPPING AXES, SPLENDID ASSORTMENT. —0 -- Cattle Chains AND ALL THE BEST `.l'ITAT MONEY CAN BUY A`.l' LOW PRICES, ':#0_ Man W atzu', 7 NATIONAL ROLLER MILLS. "STI. Winstone & Sons, proprietors., We have 313uo11 pleasure in announcing to the public that our Roller Mill is in Colnplote Running Order and is giving the Best isfaction. Now Sat - SHORTS, MEAL, BRAN & CHOP CONSTANTLY ON NANO. 11'e also make the following brands of flour : -<%r'sey Lily, Grcafatcdl.aa's Pi'itfe aGrtco iSrno ZU .S'iOr'T12. Patent, Gristing attended to with Promptness. All kinds of L'Imber cut to Order, HIGHEST MARKET PRICE PAID FOR ALL RINDS OF GRAIN, EAST HURON .hylic@,K- ".r tip arks, rs JAM HIS 13ITXL.&.)S DMANUpACTOBER Uy'—_ CARRIAGES, DEl11UCRATS, EXPRESS WAGONS, BUGGIES, WAGONS, ETC., ETC., ETC. All made of the 13est Materials and lInished in a 1Vogcmen.like manner. Bepairin4 and Painting'pr0772ptlij attended to. Parties intending to buy should call before purchasing. RLF1tti3g citts —Marsden Smith, B. Laing, James Cutt and Wm. Mc- Kelvey, Grey Township ; W. Cameron, W. Little, G. Brewer and D. Breckenridge, Morris Township ; T. Town and W. Blashill, Brussels s Rev. E. A. Fear, Iiirkton, and T. Wright, Turnberry Township. :REMEMBER THE STAND—SOUTH 03? BRIDGE. JAMES BUYER,'. GEO. THOMSON begs to an- nounce that he has removed to his own premises, lately eeeultit c! J'obu Grewar, and would tender h.is sincere thanks to his Nulncr„l:1 Customers for their past support and would solicit a continuance 111 the same. We have opened out one of the Finest Stocks of Gracerit Crockery, Glassware, &e. ever shown 111 the town of Brussels; at jnrie- - es which cannot be surpassed by any other one in that Trade. :0; Our Grocery Department Contains everything kept in a First -Class Store including all the ver, Choicest Fruits of the Season. New Season's Lemons Ili. per Mosta. Our Teas and Coffees I3tt,ve gained a Wide Reputation and need no further Crockery and Glassware. C010 111C1 I 1. All the novelties of the Christmas 'Trade, --China, Tea sets, 1l'uu;;ltinu Tel, Sots, White and Colored Bedronni Sots, Glassware re Seta, ok'' :all the sundrica in connection lv'ith this del ;irtn1eni:, — ---:0: Bakery Department, First (lass B3rcad, Crakes, ipastl•y, Short :13road, Fruit Cabo, mill .ttt"'ct Cake always onhand. Wedding Cokes a, Specialty. POULTRY BONED, . Agent for Fleischmann & Coy's Compressed Yeast. Please none the ildai'elS--..0ea* boor north 11'11yc•roft Bros. GE 0. THOMSON.