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The Brussels Post, 1886-3-26, Page 2s ...-. .....-your senses, tnough .i. 1UU011, duct will show youwheta little siimor you have boon. Do yon think silo will coutlt,u- nuoo your hard-hearted scheme of t•n11- denlning Lilo to anile of siuglo wretched. uesa ? ' Ah, do not make things too hard for mo 1" she entreats Mournfully. " Let us talk of that uo more; believe me, 1 shali'never be nearer to you than I ant today." She lots hor eyes Meet his iii sorrow• fel earnestness, and so marks the she. clow that at Mgt be has founcl it lemma siblo emm - siblo to banish from his face. 1'pou this her tortured heart kuowe yet en. other pang. Darling," she says, bonding towards him, " do not look like that ! Even if I cannot bo to you what you will, still 1 do not deny to you that 1 feel it a most sweet and blessed thing to have you near me as you now aro. In all the barren hours that lie before no, we shall at least slave this ono to re. member." To make her any rejoinder just thee awns hiiu impossible; yet something perhaps he would have said but that Mrs. Edgeworth, reappearing at this moment with a small tray holding wino and biscuits, puts an end to sentiweutal phrases. She comes in with (mite a little bustle and in a few minutes -hoe put the lovers to rout with ;neat slaughter. Raving administered hor wine and biscuits, she takes captive the younger and weaker of them, and bears her off in brittnipli to the dungeon up -stairs, where she tuoka her safely into her bed, in spite of all protests. "I'm not goiug to have you laid upon my hands agaiu for any one—uo, not if he was as haudeone again !" she says sternly, beating up the pillows as if it were Dolores's own self she was in the act of punishing. Wilke me early," begs the captive feebly.' If I bear of your getting ant from between these sheets till ten o'elnck to. morrow, I'll know the reason why," re. torts the gaoler fiercely. "Which I've always said it, and 1'll stick to it," says Mrs. Edgeworth le herself later on, when she has biddut Dick too good night, with a rr speetfu courtesy, on the threshold of his door "that there's nothing like haven' yoneg people in a house: bud, of al sorto, give me lovers la She 'smiles i genial smile. " But 13onverle, Bon verie?" She panders a while, state e; still in the middle of the !sewage, can dleatick in hand. " Well," she say presently, as though relieved, " 11e's no like the old baronet in any ono (eater —that's carbide. Let's hope he has go nothing to do with that family, at all events!" DICK'S SWEETHEART, sly 11':1 author of .':ammo, nominee," 1 :.s, Lose llnaarsaolw," "Parma," -: ui x Bans," 1:ire, aa^ 10 tett-e 1, ,1.,-n... Acknowledging bee preeeuee to he a fatal barrier to further love-dreaws,11011- verie, with a High,.coines bade to the present, and shakes himself eloar of the light, happy, bub alas, too fragile buds that hope has boon weaving round him 1 HIe had been loot in an ecstatic future, where Dolores's slight shadowy figure moved its queen—a, Latent he had ever pictured to himself before the blight descended upon them and that cruel bolt had fallen from out the bine of their lives to blast their fondest desires. Mrs.Edgeworth, standing respecbf ally, pours out their tea and carves the fowl (whilst Bouverie outs the delicate hate into thinnest shreds), and presses the dainty hot cakes of her own making upon the pleasant.voiced young man who has in so short a time made an inroad upon her matronly heart. There ie too, amongst all her other virtues, au inward sense of sympathy that compels this worthy woman to bea- ten over her duties at the teatable. She refrains from lingering; she cuts many small -usual, but useless -services short. She, in a word, helps the lovers to that renewed solitude where alone a memory born of her bygone days assures her they can be entirely happy "There is one thing, you can do for me," says Dolores, somewhere in the fond desultory talk that follow, on Mrs, Edgeworth's second disappearance. " Yon remember that Aso:nail we wore speaking of just now, into whose cottage I -went ou my way here—the woman who directed you to this pottage ? Hies, Burnet I thick you said her name was ?" Yes—Mrs. Burnet." "Well, she was kinder to me than C eau say, and I should like to do bor a kindness iu return, She has a daughter who loves some one, and by whom she is beloved; but they cannot marry be. cause of an obstacle that stands between them. it Is not 80 baCI a Ono 03 xnne which separates us," says she, raising her lustrous eyes to his, all heavy with euddeu-tears; but still it keeps them apart ; and I would lower it if I could." "What is the obstacle, my love ?" sks be softly, taking her hand in both Ills on: -n. "Money. They have none, and I want to give it to them. Lathe, if you tell her of it, will .give them the few hundreds they require, for my sake." "Yoe shall tell leer yourself, and you shall take the money yourself, too, to ?drs. i;uenet's daughter. • Oh, .no,"I shall not be in a position to do it 1 I have separated myself from you all. I shall never go home again." "As you will about that, darling. Home, after all, is only where those are whom we love! We can go away to- gether, you and I. I have some money, you lrnow "—smiling—" and we will see if we cannot cheat starvation with it when you aro my wife." "Not that word, Dick—any other word but that! I shall never be your wife 1 Do not mistake 1110 allunt this." ' What a little tyrant I Would you then condemn me to the miseries of ten eternal bachelorhood ?" detnande he lightly, with au assumption of gaiety lie is in reality far from feeling. There is a pause ; and then— " As for that," says she, in a low tone and with averted face, " I suppose in some one of the far-off years you will hardly remember the thoughts of to. day. You will marry somebody who will not be me." A heavy sigh breaks from her. " Why should you not?" she says. " Some day, when all this will be regarded by you as a very old etory, you will perhaps love and be loved by some sweet woman, and let her bo to you what I can never be." Her voice fails her ; but bravely she conquers the momentary emotion that has arisen out of her heart's agony, and gently raises Ilex face to his. " One thing, Dick," she says broken- ly—" cue thing, remember—she—she will not hove you more faithfully than I do I" Here be would have spoken ; but she checks him. "I know what you would say," she, murmurs; " but it is nselees, Yes, I have thought it all over, and I know that in time you may forget. But "— piteously, breaking down a little—" it will not be for a long time, will it, Dick?" I hope not," says Bouverie steadily, " as it will only be when death over- takes me." " In spite of herself, bee face changes at this passiouate answer ; a happier gleam illumines it, and her hand trem- bles within his. "You mush tell Lallie everything," she says presently ; " and, wheu we are again separated, be good to her. Yes, you mast bo the one to tell her all." You, darling—not me, To confess the truth to you, I made Mrs, Edge. worth promise to send a telegram to Miss Maturin an hoar ago;, that will bring her here tomorrow, I don't doubt." " Ah I" She (lashes warmly, aid her band tightens upon his; then the warm colour fades, and a deathly pallor takee its place. Bouverie watches her anxiously. Has his intelligence been too much for her? She raises her head presently, and a deep sigh maims her, " To see her so soon!" she whis era faintly ; but he can see that the lighb of a great content is making her face glad. " So be prepared fora Heol:ling," he Rays! with afioeted lightness. " 1 warn you in time that bile will tieing yon 1" CHAPTER XXXV. To gale with unseeing eyes upon a sun -smitten landscape through a half - opened window has been Dolores's sole occupation for the last fifteen minutes. To those waiting in fearful expectancy for what may bring them certain joys time drags in slothful style. How many times has she glanced at the aged clock that stands upright in the hall, as if defying its very self? How often bas its stolid face assured her that sixty seconds run bo every minute, and not one 2 Its incorruptibility preys upon her. Not even Bouverie is here to whisper comfort, and convince her that she is not impatient. Ile went a good hour ago— oh, what an interminable hour 1—to the nearest railway.station to nieet Mies Maturin and bring her hither. But has she come? Will she? He might bave brought a thousand aunts here by this times Even as this extraordinary re. fleotieu occurs to her a swift step in the hell may be heard. Dolores, paling, leaves her place at the window and ad. 'maces inwards. Tho door is thrown open hurriedly; some one enters. Yes, it is Lallie—but how strange, bow altered 1 She is white as death itself and is trembling in every limb. "Child—child—darling!" she tour - mere brokenly. She holds out her arms, and in a momentlhas folded Dolores within them. It is a supremo moment—her lost trea- sure has been regained "Ah, I have been very wrong! I have done what I should not—I see it now !" sobs Dolores, clinging to her. Oh the blessedness of having that kind bosom near her once again to bo the recipient of her griefs 1 All last night she had lain awake, preparing herself for the reproaches, the upbraid- ings that at last she has come to feel are alone her due ; and now—now 1 " Nota word—uot a word, my darling t" cries Miss Maturin, the tears running down hor cheeks. " I will not have von accuse yourself in an way. Oh, to Ehink of all you have suffyered' any poor little pretty one 1" Such sweet oondonement of her fault, such generous forgetfulness of all the miserable Louie in which. she, Miss Maturin herself, .had so suffered, pierces DOlorea'a heart. With a low but relit. melt sob, she throws back her head and gazes into Htias Maturin's eyes with almost a tragic meaning in her awn. " Have you nothing else to say," elle says -"no angry word ?r Until I saw Dick yesterday, I never thought how you and he would have to endure as well as I. I meant, to save you from further evil; hat I only hurt and grieved almost to death the two for whom I was giving tip mylife, I have been 3el6sia--cruel! But still—ah, what le it I mast dq now?" cries the, with a fresh bnesb of dettpeir. " Oh, lamb, my child f" whispers Mist Maturin, leading lion to a Conch, Drawing the 'girl down Inside hor, alis preemie the little soft shiny belle 101411101 her ixcaom. and seeks to soothe i`Plkl tfi3k: c* Yo$T her with tenderest words, Not in vaiu. The voice of hoe who Welber earliest infancy has ministered to her wants brings balm to the wounded soul of Dolores. (lrowiug calmer pre. i scutly, oho gives Miss Maturin a con. den sed account of her flight, her illness, and the nuspeakable kindness of Mr. Mildioay. ' 1 Must than]: him I" exclaims Mise Maturin, rising hurriedly from her beat as the broken voice ceases, " Conte with lee then," says Dolores, rising too. "1 long to melte you known 1.c..•_.,,,v friend—my preserver 1" "God bless him wherever be goes I" murmurs Miss Maturin, in a low tone full of intense feeling. She tightens her hand upon the girl's, as it lies lovingly within bars, and fol - low's hor across the tiny hall to Mr. Mildmayee study. Hero it was he had received Bouverie—horc'h too he is des. timed to meet Dolores's aunt. With an eager atop Miss Maturin crosses the threshold—with an eager tearful smile she goes forward to greet her darling's friend. Ho is sitting in his usual chair as she and Dolores cuter the room ; ho rises—their eyes meet. '!hero is a smothered ejaculation from somewhere, and then the pleasant smile dies from Miss Maburin's face, the light• from her eyes. She looks as though the had been suddenly touched into marble by some invisible hand as she stands there motionless, her gaze icu- niovably teed upon Mr. Mildmay with a horror in it indescribable. As for Mr. Mildmay, from the moment his glance loot hora a terrible change has passed over him. Ho is watching her with a strained half unbelieving air, his faro blanched, his hands trembling. In his whole appearance there is a cud - one ammo of fear, vague but unmistak. able, " You 1" says Miss Matuiin at last. Fier voico is not loud, there is no 0•0:,;n)• passion in it. 1t is indeed low. Almost in a whisper the one word false I'1 dui her, 1'ot it thrills through all the x00111. " Deltic," says Dolores, touching hor efeiglrtedly, as though to demand her att,!n 11011. Very timidly she lays her hand upon her arm ; lent for the first time iu all her life—and tho last—hiss Maturin ropul. SOS bor. "1111ve you been living under this man's roof 1 ' alio asks, in a voice no one \weal recuguiso as hers, so harsh is it, and tilled with so condensed a hatred— the hatred of a lifetime. " You have eaten of his bread! Did instineb tell you nothing, girl ? Speak!" " Tolima what?" asks Dolores faiutly. " Ob, Dick, come hero 1"—as Bouverie walks into the room through the glass door opening into the garden. " There •is something wrong," says Dolores a little wildly. " I do nob undorstaud who—who—" She pauses, awl points breathlessly to Mr. Mildmay. " Who is this ?" "Your father I" answers Miss Maturin, in a mold measured tone. Bouverie places his arm round the half -sinking girl, Brit in a moment she rallies from her weakness, and rushes forward as though to throw herself into Mr. Mildmay's arms. All is forgotten— the shame, the disgrace of her birth ; she remembers only that her father stands before her, that she has found a parent in the man who tenderly enema. ed her when the world frowned. " Stay, Dolores 1" cries Bliss Mature, seizing her as she would have passed by and forcibly detaining her. " Have 'you forgotten all ?" • Mr. Mildmay, pale as death, advances a step or two, and raises his hand as though to command a hearing. "Iler father 1" he says, with diflloulby. " What strange tale are you telling her ? A. father ? I? Nay, through your own lips I condemn you. I have no dough. ter. ' She died when—" " She lived 1" interrupts Miss Maturin sternly. " She stands before you now; but I adjure you, for yonr soul's sake, to keep back from hor, to break all connec. tion between you! Think of her mother —think 1" " Have mercy I" says Dolores, with soft but passionate entreaty, marking bow the old man's head has fallow for ward on hie hands at the menbion of Ino dead. " Did he show mercy ?" demands Miss Maturin, turning almost fiercely upon the gentle pleader. " And are you the one,to crave pardon for him? I tell you, you should rather curse him," cries she vehemently—" that man who stands there now cowering before you—the traitor who destroyed the one who loved and trusted him 1 Curse him, girl—I desire you I" Oh, no, no, no I" says Dolores, shed. aerieg convulsively. " The bitterest curse you could lay upon him would be too light," persists the elder woman, carried away by a passion grown strong and irreproesible by the suppression of many years. " Your mother he ruined body and soul ; and now you he would ruin to. Call to mind all ho has done for yon—he, your father I Has he not killed for you all' chance of love and hope and joy ? Truly "—with a eoorufui laugh--" he has been your boot friend ! Show him no mercy—none,' cries she, with iu- areasing horror; "but call for Heaven's vengeance on him, lest heescape main 1" "I cannot," says Dolores, falliug upon hor liners and covering her fact with her bands. "Ile is my father," "You has a mother too," llise Matu- rin reminds her, in a low tone full of ceuoentrated bitterness, " Is her blight. sd memory robbing to you? Am I alone to be the one to remember' hor and her wrongs Oda day ?" la he draws btaelt from the kneeling girl, as bhongh resigning hor, and raised her eyes to Heaven, "A'lt, do not foxeake me, :Lallie1" Melton '26, I tibio. THE GOMM BES THE BET 1 17. TD IVLILL. SOT, n.A. Morris, Exmnl,aiont Dime \Young, - MITOne:Lr,, Dos ltanuteattirer of three 'Waren t kinds of Windmills .The niml1Hast etroneostand most satisfactory WIntlmills yet shade .For numn- ing water, Sawing wood,s hopping grain or driving any lightimachinery they have no equal. HI- 11 PIMPS havese - curedaworld-wide reputation. 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Tho unclersiguo,l begs leave to intimate to the public that be has opened a tailor shop in the Garfield House block, over I'owoll'a store, whore be is prepared to at- tend to the welts of the iiublio in cutting, tilting and malting clothing in the latest and most fashionable styles. My long ex- perience together with a course of instruc- tion under ono of the base cutters iinToren. to is a guarantee of being able to clo satis- factory work, Satisfaction guaranteed. Hahn U. A. BBB% ATONEY TO L1lIND. Any amount of Money to Loan of Farm or Village properly at 6 &, G PER CENT. YEARLY. Straight Loans with privilege of ri- paying when required. Apply to A. HUNTER,. Div. Court Clerk, Brussels. NOTICE. The undersigned still keeps on band the Genuine Boll Organ Of Guelph'; New Raymond. ,Sewing Lachine. He also keeps the Pest GRAIN GRINDER In the World, STRAW CUTTERS, Large and Small, ROOT CUTTERS, At prices to suit Purchaser. BARN TRUCKS, CLOTHES WRINGERS, or Anything you want, except money. 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