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The Herald, 1910-07-29, Page 7The old clerk .obeyed, and Christine Errington entered. the room in which her husband had so often' been. Morley rose with a deeply respectful salute, but he saw that sne gave him..a searching look. "1 owe you an apology madame, for the liberty I have taken," he said, draw- ing forward the easy chair. "And I fear that my letter must have surprised you," "a "Very much, Mr. Morley, I admit," sle said, quietly, as she took the offered. seat, "since presumably we were un- known quantities to each other; but the world. is very small, after all." . "Very, Mrs. Errington. You may, though, have j'bst heaxd my name drop- ped by one or two of the careless young fellows you have met in society.' "Possibly," said Christine, coolly, meet- ing his gaze; ."but I can not think how your knew of my existence." The money -lender smiled. '"Of your existence in: an impersonal sort of way I knew months ago; but I found out for myself only quite lately that Mrs. Errington was the personality I wanted. I first saw you among a rid- ing party that came from Nest Hill House. • I was at an upper window of the inn where you all stopped." She went very white, and leaned back, but she said nothing. "I easily learned that you were a lady living in Dr. Clifford's family in a post of trust." "I have left that post," interrupted Christine, quickly. I left last evening." "Left it!" exclaimed the money -lend- er, taken aback. "Good heavens! why? Does—do your friends know of this?" "Pardon me," she said, haughtily, "I have no friends; and my leaving is my own concern." "No friends! You are young to say that." "None to whom I am accountable, Mr. Morley. Doctor Clifford did not wish me to go." . e The money -lender leaned forward, resting his arm on the table beside him as he said, slowly: "You say you have no friends. But is there not one man in the world who is more to you than all the world beside? for whom you would shed your life's blood drop by drop?" "Mr. Morley," that proud blood rushed to her cheek and her eyes flash- ed, but there was fear in their depths, dread in her throbbing heart, "you are taking a strange liberty." "I know it; yet I must say more, and trust for pardon presently. I know that the roan you so carp for is the one who, at ,that inn I. spoke of, helped you ,to dismount, and called you then I could hear him—`his darling—his Chris- tine!" hris-tine!" "No," .she said, gently, deeply moved by the old man's manner and the pathos underlying all he had said—and ie not. the aurrest way to e woman's . heart through the man she loves e—"not be- fore he left me, but no whe has told me all about you—`Ken Morley,' as he calls you; but I had no idea, when lately I Aerate, and, even for n time sink deeper in the surging aid's, I. must etanu firm againsthis persuasions' and my own heart; if 1 fling Myself into the tide with him, we must both be drowned.",� You are right tea thousand times. exclaimed the money' idcr, striking itis; hand on the table; "yen women always are on rnoralou riboth whet van 1 do to Help y saki ?" "Nothing, generous, kind friend," she said, husloily, turning half aside. "Nonsense, child -•--there is something; yon cannot' refer to Doctor Clifford. flow are you to get employment .aite. live?"• met him one night in Nest Hill Park, "Dear Mr. Nforley, 1 can get employ - that he. had told you he, was married," went again, and 1 have'plenty of money. "Ah, will you let me tell you then by me to last a good time; but at pre. e.actl Chow that was before I venture sent 1 paean to remain free in lodgings, y for Falconer's sake." "rem! I suppose if, your funds run out you would ,ask 'yotir husband for money?" said Morley, .Hokin down. "No. I will not . toueli gamblers' gold!" He had expected that answer. "You will take mine, then!" he said. abruptly, and lifting his eyes sharply to hers. She colored painfully. "You are very kind, but I will never borrow—nor have I security at . all." "I want none; that"is not my mean- ing," said Kenton Marley, rising, and cawing to where she stood "When your funds are run low you must come to me, old Ken. •Morley, "Promise me?" "Mr. Morley, I cannot, indeed, I--" He laid his hand"'en her arm. "My' deai-, .nothing is done without money, and if .it pleases me to give my handsome sinner's noble wife the means. to keep free for his sake, that is my busines. I've .plentygot by fair cem- tnercial speculation, too; and if 1 am a hard old money -lender, 1 never was a miser." "Ah! don't say `hard'!" exclaimed Christine, impetuously; "it's not true of yourself; we know that." "Your promise Mrs.. Errington. I am an obstinate old fellow," said Ken, smiling—a, smile that lighted up the rugged face. She toot: the hand from her arm and kissed., it impulsively.. "I will come to you if I am in any need, then." "You promise that,',miud." "I promise." "Thank you! Ah! any dear, thank you. Now tell me your address." She gave it. No. 4 henry street, Bloomsbury, and Morley wrote it down. "One thing more, by the bye," he said, as she prepared to take leave; "is Chris- tine your only name?" . "No," she said, looking surprised. "1 am called Christine Leonora—the latter is my mother's name" `)Ah! the mother for whose act you are suffering, poor child! Well, good- bye"—he clasped the little hand closely. sill'There are better dans to conte, 1 hope, ,Sot- you and yesiis Uy ti . further? said Morley. "It was after the Derby day, when he came to pay me off five thousand pounds; and I think, my dear, we both thoroughly understood each, other 'in that inter- view." - "Tell me all, then, dear Mr. 'Morley —kind, tree friend indeed," Christine said, earnestly. She never spoke or interrupted the money -lender's story of that interview when he had so •entirely won Falconer's confidence, and when his deep voice ceased, only said, softly: "Thank you." There was u short silence; then Mor- ley said: "Forgive me, but was your meeting St. Maur the cause of your leaving Dr. Clifford?" She told him yes, and how it had hap- pened, anxious to exonerate Falconer from any blame. "He does not even know yet that I have left at all," she added, "and I shall not tell him, the—the impression under which 1 have left Dr. Clifford." "But, dhild—child, why not have as- serted that you were married?" said Morley. "I was afraid; he is so sharp, and I feared that some after -word or suspi- cion might perhaps put the match to the right train. Remember, there is a' jealous, silly girl in the background who,. wh2n she fails to win attention from Falconer, may, out of spite, hint that he was the man who— No, no, it is better as it is, Mr. Morley." "Of course," said the money lender, looking down. "There is no question- 1orgivo my plain speaking—that St. Maur has wronged you terribly from first to last—how much I can guess; but, still, that is not the question naw, I take it; you love hint, and have for- given his sins, which are many—more, you are struggling to save him from the ruin before him, to reclaim the gambler —you, poor child;" the gambler's wife; and I—I only want to help you to that end in every way I can." "You, Mr. Morley!" Christine lifted the white face sihe had dropped in her hands, and looked at him. "You are very kind to say that, because I believe you mean it fully—I know you .do." "Thank you, I do mean it—however, it is a question which you and I will have to talk over. One way I can see plainly -if he goes on losing, and comes to me, I shall let him have money, on the old security, of course; it's no use to drive him to desperation either by that which lies in my hands or by an- other way which lies in yours, and has, I feel sure, already done so." Her face changed, the passionate emo- tions which the strong nature had kept. under began to master complete con- trol. • She got up and walked to the end of the room-, then back, pausing at the money lender's table. She knew what he meant. "Go on; how am T driving him to desperation? And I am quite aware that forfsome weeks md.easrecklessl we all leas town Falconer gambled. Y ever ." "I think, then, my dear," said. Morley, with emphasis, "that if you mean to keep your hold over that men and save him, you must go back to him as he Hants you to do; only you can make him a home and keep the daily constant influence over him—you are his wife, you ought to live with him." "On what terns, Mr. Morley?" He looked at her, startled. "On what terms?" he repeated. "I don't quite take you." "Don't you? No whisper even of Fal- coner's marriage must reach Mr. Orde; the disinheritance and utter ruin that would follow would be the death to my hopes of reclaiming him, the more that his honor is involved as touching yoar security. You know all this." "Thoroughly, Mrs. St, ---Mrs. ton." "And," she went on, "if we live so that those about us believe me to be truly what.I ane, his wife, the secret can not possibly long remain unknown to Mr. Orde. If we live in such a manner that the secret is kept, what then am I? Heaven knows I would bear even tluit terrible shadow of disgrace for'his dear sake if the sacrifice could save him in- stead of giving shine the death blow to all hope, all effort. He is blinded now by the tempest of passion; he can 'per- suade himself that this will not be— that he cn.n, will, shield me; but the mo- ment 1 yield this fatal 'Step, he will see it all; he will hate and despise himself for his act; he will despise inc for sub- mitting to the degradation of the posi- tion; the will have won. me without the price of vice laid•down; the incentive, the prize 1 now bold . out, will be gone; I should lose the hold. 1 have of his love —his pure love—bi losing' the moral force that I keep in my hands now. Do 'you understand me better, Mr. Morley?" "1 think I do, my dear—I think I do; but, then, how was it.ycars ago?" Ahl said ,Christine, wit)). a quick - drawn breath of intense pain, "that was where, in my' youth and ignorance, • 1 made such a terrible mistake, and. lost him. 1, should be Mad, indeed, with my bitter experience, to repeat that Mis- take, ,and meet the same failure, No, Mr Morley, though' my refusal at pres- arts; but it is a fact that She met some ent maddens ,him, makes hits more dos; man after midnight in your park; I saw The woman, woman-like, rose to the occasion, desperate in the emergency. "Well," she said, with splendid au- dacity, "and what then? Is it strange that two people should love who have met often for weeks, and beeir a month under one roof?" "No, not strange," said Morley, with iutense admiration in his eyes, but maintaining the same manner still, "if it were the fact; but I know that years ago you were in Monte Carlo with Fal- coner St. Maur." She sprung to her feet in a blaze of haughty passion and fear. What did he know? Was he trying to force her, for shame's sake, into admissions she was pledged to guard? "Who has dared to say that to you? And by what right do you presume to question my relations, past or present, with Falconer St, Maur?" Keaton Morley gazed on her in a won- dering admiration that was even re- verential.. "Grand, noble hearted woman!" he said. "Sooner than betray by a look the secret that you believe will peril your lover's rescue from moral ruin, you brand yourself with a shame that is not yours. Forgive ine for so cruelly testing the length to which your .self-sacrificing love for that man will go; and it has no limit, I see, save honor itself." She staggered back into her seat, put- ting her hands out blindly, dizzily. "Ah, Heaven above! what—what do you mean?" "That I know the whole truth from that man's own lips," answered Mor- ley. or- le "What truth?" "That you are 'Falconer St. Maur's wedded wife." Oh, the sudden rieh glow of light that leaped up into Iter eyes, into her whole face, as she started half tip, her lips parted! "He told you that? Ah, thank Heaven for that! You, at least, will not mis- judge. And he must feel thathe can trust you implicitly to tell you that." "I think he does trust me as a real friend," said, the money -lender, 'wwth a deep, quiet earnestness that went to the wife's heart, "as I am and will be. Your husband told mne the whole sad story—not in detail—of your marriage, its secrecy, and what followed; But t asked . him to say nothing to you till .I gave leave, for, in fact; I meant to find you out and speak to you myself. I am a lonely, ohildless old man, Mrs. Er-' rington, and I daresay a very eccentric ' , .one, but it is nevertheless a, simple truth that I care very match for that husband of yours, though, perhaps," he Haid, with a. smile that brought a rich; soft flush to her beautiful face, "you will not wonder at that as much as he does. I always liked him, and I knew him before yott did, my dear, though I dare say you never .heard my name till the lett few months since you met again. her myself from a window; and when [la rile tttollo Asked fur an explanation, she 'refused any at all." "Whore has sire gone to? ,What is her address?"'said Helms, abruptly,' "l'nt':sure 1 ,don'ts lanow!" declared 1'.l,,nell:e, angry and uineotnfortable' at > :1Mis. • Addison's whole, reception of the 7 LIFE A NIGHTMARE "Don't you? Well, the dear, good doctor and elimie will know; they wouldn't turn their backs ori"anybody, muds less teat poor young thing, whom it was impossible to help loving. Ah! here they are!" She sprung up excitedly as the door opened, and met Dr. andMiss Clifford; and after a Warm greeting and: explana- tion of her presence in town, she went straight to the point. Blanche told her so-and-so; was it a mistake, and where was dear Mrs, Errington? W stat a loon the doctor gave Itis niece! Then quickly, turned. to Helen,' and in a few words told her the truth in outline—only, of Bourse, adding entphati- t:ally that Christine bad preferred to, leave; it was not his wish at all. He and Mimie had gone with her to her present lodgings at 4 Henry street, Bloomsbury, end 'should. see her again before they left town. "So shall I, most certainly," said Mrs. Addison, with teats in her eyes. "It is a very, very sorrowful story site could tell, 1 fear ane, and an old ono enough, too She has done no wrone " Erring - "You are a Blear, staunch creature!" exclaimed Mimic. "And; oh! we do miss her so terribly, father and I! If she would only come back!" But that was beyond hope: Mrs. Addison left directly after lunch- eon, and drove straight to the address given her, and asked for Mrs. Erring- ton. She was shown into a fair-sized, well - furnished drawing room, and she heard the servant ap at the door of the back room, and say: "A lady for you, ma'am." .A. minute after Christine came in. "Mrs, Addison! you here?" she ex• claimed, coming forward. But, to her utter surprise and distress, • Helen fairly threw herself upon her and burst into tears. "Oh, my poor darling! why didn't you come to me? flow could she—little viper—spy?" she cried, incoherently. "She wanted to get rid of you because she was jealot;s." It was some minutes before she cann- ed at all; and Falconer's wife, trembling with intense fear, got from her what she had. heard. "1 didn't believe a word Blanche said, dear," she ended, kissing the flushed, half -averted Mee of her listener, "be- cause she made you out to be bad, and that the doctor had dismissed you inexpected. but 1 should have r eon July1st, I sailed from Liverpool disgrace; his story was all the other _' ,, Tunisian ; ;�„ for Montreal, d,f way; ass come r• yo�i � I lelpiess ad Broken Down, D. Williams' Pink Pile Coins to the Rescue. He saw he enter tee hansom; calet� luack, and, unlocking a drawer took out JJ blue, legal -looking document, which he read through carefully, pen in band. "Yes," he muttered, "this will do; a few legacies; and then half to eaeb n them. I can fill in the blanks now with the names." The pen moved --one blank epee° in the midst of the legal writing was filled ---"Falconer 'St. Maur," it wrote; the second. wrote, "Christine Leonora St. Maur, his wife." Then Kenton Morley locked document again. "That will do," he seid. up the CHAPTER KZVIII. Just a few days after that interview —that is, about the end of the first week in September—a brougham drove up to the house in Hyde Park Gardens, and out of it stepped Helen Addison. "Is nobody at home?" she asked the footman at the door. "Not off to Folkestone yet, I hope?" "No, ma'am, not for a few days. Miss Leroy is at home, and I expect the doctor and Miss Clifford in shortly to luncheon." He opened the breakfast room door, announcing "Mrs. Addison," and Blanche uniped up with effusive greeting. eit"My dear Mrs. Addison, how charm- ing to see you again! Farley you in town now—passing through, T suppose?" "Caged for a where week, I'm afraid," returned Helen. "Some horrid military business brought my husband up, and as we have a Kent visit of a week or two to pay next week, I took pity on him and came to town. Archer told 'me 'kat night you were all here, he thought, so I've called, you see: All out, I hear, but you?" "Yes," replied Miss Leroy, enjoying the delicious uncertainty of the next question. "Uncle and Mimic 'will be in to luncheon, so yon will e,ee them."• "Thanks—and Mrs. 1 trington, too, I hope. Is she not oat with theni.?" Now for that glory of a jealous, spite- ful woman—the exquisite pleasure of traducing her rival. Blanche pursed her mouth, looked down, and said, mysteriously: "She bus left us!-' - "Left!" exclaimed Mrs. Addison, star- ing aghast in bewilderment. `What do yysti mean, J31annh,'? iV.lis. Errington left, and so suddenly?" Errington!" repeated Blanche, with a sneer that brought the indignant blood to, Helen's fair cheek. "It vas the only thing she could do after her conduct at Nest Hili. "At my house—conduct! Whet does all this mean, 131enehe? Mrs. Errington is not the woman to be guilty of any conduct deserving such innuendoes as yours" ' `:Isn't she`?" retorted Miss Leroy, net- tled, and even her fear of her•;uncle not proof against her spicy. scandal. 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The next years were s ser- ies of misery and despair, body and brain undermined with a complaint the doctor could only cell debility, but ap- parently could not cure. Snatching holi- days when I could I struggled on until the opening of 1909, when completely prostrated I was compelled to go to my - parents and become a burden to them. My life was simply an existence esti friends said, behind my back, `consump- tion: "In April, 1909, I began taking Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. Three months bit - same, Christine—let me call -erect her face—that beau- roubled face—struggling :ohs, for sometimes. when red much, synpatlhy is tr unmoved than harsh- earted woman," she whis- pere ,:go—leave ine, for your own a. remI—I, ant a woman, self-condi-ned, ashamed, and your hus- band will be angry if you—" "Angry --my husband`? Why, Frank would never forgive ine if 1 turned my back on any creature so enmity wronged and d•'•rived as you must have been. The moment we return from Kent. three weeks hence. 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