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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1908-11-20, Page 3°ells;? e alee.: y''^a,VieIi,eenieT;yy,aaa `104i00A.atau�na rMi. tWMt.,•TI of• :YUk!i p[ .. i.+ORAR%'� 'A5* 'ia'i . •.reh9 f. N.n+Y%:T A. •• ,�, � t' CHAPTER VII. The ball room at Lynnewolde was a magnificent apartment. Nothing could be in better taste than the decorations. The scene was picturesque and dazzling; the innumerable light, the rich hangings, the costly and fragrant flowers, the ex- quisite dresses of the ladies, the gleam- ing of rich jewels. Faint, exquisite per- fumes seemed to steal upon the air, the music was of the best, and the whole scene one of animation and enjoyment. If Lord Lynne could have consulted his own inclination, he would have open- ed the ball with Agatha; but the Coun- tess of Strathdale and her daughter, Lady Victoria, were present, and stern etiquette pointed to the tall, plain Scotswoman, and Philip could not but obey. "Keep the first waltz for me, Agatha," he whispered. "I have just promised .Allan," she re- plied. "I am so sorry. .Ask Ines; she likes waltzing." And Again as Lord Lynne drew near his cousin, he was struck with her as- tonishing beauty. Inez had arrayed her- self for conquest that evening. He loves magnificence," she said to herself, "and my dress shall please him;" and please him it did, for his eyes rested upon her as they would have done on some rare picture. Her dress was of some glowing, soft material, mingled white and gold. A coronet of superb opals, the last gift of her father, shone in the midst of her wealth of hair; opals were clasped round the firm white throat and the exquisite arms, and a deep crim- son rose, artistically placed in the bod- ice of her dress, gave sufficient color to relieve the white. The brilliant, passion- ate face.was radiant in its beauty; the dark eyes flashed as they had never done before, for she had hoped at last— this haughty girl who spurned alike love and lovers—that Lord Lynne loved her. ;she had no reason for it, save that his eyes had softened when he had gazed upon her, and his lips had touched her hand; he was coming, too, to ask her for the waltz. the dreamy, delicious mu- sic of which had just begun. If she had known he sought her in compliance with Agatha's request, she would not have smiled assent. She would have tram- pled upon her own heart rather than havo owed one act of kindness from him to another. Ignorance is sometimes happiness, and Inez was really happy as she moved in unison with that music. Site was, ae are all Spanish ladies, a graceful. dancer. No ]caste or awkwardness—easy, and with graceful dignity, she seemed to make the music and the motion one. Lord Lynne had never danced with her before; it was her unusual superiority that made him say, "That was the best waltz I ever had in. my life. If I were a Spanish courtier, I should say that every day develops new gifts and graces in my charming cousin." It was simply a pretty complimentary speech, such as Lord Lynne, had often whispered to his partner. There was nothing in it to cause her heart to thrill and tremble, and her cheeks to glow. It is pitiful to think how people can help to delude themselves. While she, with the whole force and strength of her wild, southern nature, loved him, and walked down the room by his side as one in a dream, Lord Lynne was saying to himself, "Now, I will seek my darling to -night, I will ask her to be my wife." Then Bertie Bohim, half timidly, came to beg for one dance. He was dazzled by the brightness of the face that smiled upon him." "You are very kind," he said, as he led her to her place in the quardille, "to dance with me." She looked at him in amazement as she repeated, "Kind—what do you mean?" "If I were a king with a crown, or a general covered with orders and medals, or a duke with the garter and the ribbon of St. George," he said awkwardly, "I should feel more at my ease, and more Worthy of dancing with you." It was a boyish speech, but it came from the depths of an honest, boyish heart. He Wright be young and awkward, but ho loved' this beautiful girl with the whole strength of his simple, candid nature. Inez laughed merrily at his florid con - loved. Agatha enjoyed the dancing; Allan kept as much as possible to her side, No one who saw him could doubt that he loved this gentle girl, who smiled so kindly upon him. The music of another waltz sounded more enchanting, more delicious, than the first, and again Lord Lynne sought Inez. Once more to this wild, dreamy music she seemed to float as through the air, with the face she loved best on earth smiling upon her. Then when he re- leased her, her heart was full of happi- ness. She could not remain there to laugh and talk; she did not wish to hear the sound of another voice while his lin- gered upon her ear. She wanted to be alone for a few minutes—alone with her happiness and her love. She passed rapidly through the ball- room, and into the conservatory. It was dimly lighted.; the air, loaded with luscious perfume, made her dizzy with its excess of fragrance. Out upon the lawn she saw the silvery moonlight and the shadow of the trees upon the grass. Out in .the moonlight the lilies and roses slept, the night dew lying thick upon them. The cool, soft light looked tempting lonenough after the heated room. Inez longed to be out in it, to dream for a few minutes, among the sleeping flow- ers, of her happiness and her love. She drew her white shawl over her head and passed out on to the lawn. The still- ness of the night was soothing after the gay music and laughter. She sat down under the great cedar; and while she lived, Inez Lynne never forgot the solemn beauty of that scene. In the dis- tance she heard the faint sount of the dance-music—the moonlight, the trees, the sighing of the breeze, the perfume of the flowers, all told one story to the impassioned girl the story of her hap- piness and her love. Beautiful as it was, she did not re- main long. She was engaged for the third waltz to Lord Lynne, and she did not wish to lose that. She went back quietly and gently into the conservatory. Her light footsteps made no noise. �� "I might be a ghost, I glide so well, she said to herself, with a, smile. But the smile died upon her lips; for, stand- ing by the side of the marble Flora was Lord Lynne and her sister Agatha. They neither saw nor heard her, and she stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, un- able, if her life had depended upon it, to utter one word. In his hand Lord. Lynne held a beau- tiful white hyacinth, and she heard every syllable that fell from his lips. "Agatha, my darling," he said, tend- erly, "do you know what I have brought you here to tell you? Do you know what I wish to say to you? but my cour- age half fail:- me." Artlessly sae rased her bright eyes to his face in. some surprise; but be- fore she had time to reply, a voice was heard saying, "Agatha, Mrs. Lynne wants to speak to you—where are you." "There is Evelyn Leigh calling you, said Lord Lynne, hurriedly. "You know what I wish to say, Agatha; take this flower," he added, handing it to her, "and return it to pie to -morrow morning with your answer." "T.here you are," cried the gay voice of Evelyn Leigh, as she entered the con- servatory, "positively looking sentimen- tal with Lord Lynne! Make taste, Aga - that, for Mrs. Lynne has been asking for you for the last half hour." They passed out together and loft Lord Lynne, as be thought, alone; he did not see the pale face, with its look of sharp pain and deadly anguish, half hidden among the tall shrubs; he did not dream that a proud, passionate heart, breaking for love of him, was near. "My darling," she heard him smy, with a lovinsmile, "how sweet and good she is!" Then Inez Lynne knew that her sis- ter had won the heart aund love she meant to make her own. She stood quite still among the dark green shrubs, and no sound told of the deadly strife and despair, no word told of the love and happiness frozen and dead, Her gender jewelled fingers were tightly clenched, but she etood silent and motionless as a statue, until Lord Lynne went away; then, with light, noiseless step, she fled to her own room, and rapidly closed and locked the door, It was a pitiful sight upon which the moonbeams fell. The proud, beautiful girl, radiant with love and happiness so short a time since, with a great cry, flung herself down. and the moonlight fell upon the gleaming opals, the sump- tuous dress, and the white, despairing face. It had been her one treasure, her one wish, her, one ambition—that love would have crowned her Iife and now it was all over iter' wondrous beauty, her gen- ius, her marvellous voice, had all been powerless to win the heart that' was laid at the feet.of her gentle sister. Tears of mortification rained down her cheeks;' it was not only that the hope and treasure of her life were wrecked, but she waas 'hu'miliated; she had loved in vain, ;land her haughty nature writhed again. Without effort her sister had won the prize for which she would have freely ,given her life. "It shall not be!" she cried, wildly. "I have nothing:else. All my life I have been wron ed and injured. I will have what my father meant, to give me. I will make him love ane. I will be Lady face the 'same that had dazzled Bartle Bohan so short a . time since, .Any one who caw Inez' Lynne when she entered the ball -room half an hour afterward, would have said that she had never known a sigh or shed a tear. The opels gleamed in her dark hair, her cheeks were flur,sbed with the most ex- quisite color, and her eyes were bright and sparkling. That could never be the same woman upon whose prostrate fig- ure and raining tears the moonbeams had fallen. Inez Lynne was a good ac- tress; no one could have told that the brightness.; the smiles and the gay words were all forced and false, No one could have guessed that;beneath that brilliant manner there was a 'torrent of dark, angry passions—a wealth of ruined, hopeless love, But eslte' played out her part; she remained in the ball -room until the last; she bade Bertie Bohun good -night with sweet,' gay words that thrilled him; she laughed with Lord Lynne, and jested with Agatha. She sat patiently after that, while her maid brushed out the long, staining tresses, although her heart panted and she long- ed to be undisturbed;tbut she never gave way until her room -door was locked, and she was moo more Alone.. sky. A thought had struck her; in the first few minutes that it came to her, she seemed to shrink from it, for a crimson flush covered her face, and her eyes fell as though with a sense of shame. Yet it came again, and again she played with it. She let herself think of all that might be, and then she yielded, and said it should be so. She sat and watched the dawn of the golden morning. There was no more battle—it had been lost; no more struggle—evil had prevailed. For weal or for woe she had shaped her fate. She had sworn she would win, let the cost be what It might. Nature woke up from its rest; the birds began their morning hymn; the dew -laden flowers opened their eyes, and. sent abroad their thousand perfumes; the bright sunbeams warm ed and gladdened the earth; but something died that night in the heart of Inez Lynne, and never woke again until it awoke to remorse and despair. When the bright morning was fur- ther advanced, she rose and proceed ed to make a careful toilet. She washed away the traces of her tears, she smoothed the long tresses, she dressed herself in one of her prettiest morning robes. She was even sat- isfied atisfied with her own appearance when she gazed in the mirror; she looked all that was fresh, and fair, and charming; yet from the face that looked in the mirror, something had died away that was not to appear again until— Slowly and Cauiiousl,e she left the room, and entered her sister's. Sha cast one rapid glance around—all as she wished. Agatha lay, -peplos soundly, and the white hyacinth was in a glass on the table. She bent over her fair young sister, who slept such a sleep as would never again visit Inez Lynne, her sweet face wear- ing a look of profound happiness, a smile parting the rosy lips. Inez felt no remorse or what she was about to do, no sorrow for the blow her hand was about to inflict. "She cannot feel," she murmured to herself, "and I can." The slowly and cautiously she took the flower from the glass, and quit. ted the room. "It is all a chance," she said, "but that chance is my last and only one. If he is down it can be done, and I cin safe; if not that hops goes. I will riot think or fear detection after- ward. I will so manage that it shall be impossible. Let me see if fortune favors." She rapped gently at the library d000ust badelip's voice, het enter. clearlllooked eand joy- ous, with a smile when he saw her so fresh, and fair, and dainty, but the smile died away when his eyes fell upon the flower she bore in her hand. I am afraid I disturb you." she began; I know you spend half your mornings here; but I have something very particular to say to you. Yau are going to London to -day, are you not? • "Yes." he replied, slowly. "I wanted to see you before you settled anything about your jour- ney," she said. "Can you guess why I am here? "I almost begin to fear," was his reply, and she saw his face grow pale; tstill there was hat criedno voice in her to Hertosave or to spare him. ' I have brought back your flower," she said, gently and distinctly. "You remember h it?" embowed l w ihoutyoasked peak ing, and she went on. "It cannot be. Agatha has no wish to pain you, but it cannot be." He took the white hyacinth from her hand. "Does she care for some one else?" he asked, ltoareely. "Lord Lynne." was the calm reply, "you must not question the motives of her decision. Allan Leigh has loved her for many years. She has not told me if she loves him---" "But she does," interrupted poor Philip . "Well, God bless her. Let her do as she will. I was mad to think my- self hiter." Hewortdid noty saeof the scorn that rippled for one half moment over her beautiful fade. "Why;" he asked suddenly, "did she not give me the answer herself? It was from her own lips I asked to hear my fate." The calm, proud face never quailed or faltered, the clear, musical voice never trembled, as she replied: "Agatha is young. Perhaps she feared being persuaded against her will." "Sire need not have feared me," he said, proudly. "She has the right to re- fuse me, if she will. I cannot understand it," he continued. "She seemed to like, me, 1 thought," "She is young; replied the clear voice. "and kind to everyone. Inez sOW that her words touched him keenly. lie was proud, and it was not pleasant to think that he had been vain enough to confound tied mistake love for what was only kindness. "The bearers of an unwelcome message often share the fate of the message they bring," said Inez, gently. "1)o not let me be so unfortunate, Lord Lynate" "No," he replied, kindly; "you can never be associated with anything un- pleasant in my niuul. I shall always re- member how well and how gently you have fnlftl'.ed a, painful mission." No doubt, no suspicion, over crossed his mind; he was a Lynne, a gentleman, and a man of honor. Falsehood and treachery were unknown to him. How could he suspect? She brought him back the flower he had placed in Atgathe's hand. She brought ban the answer; and no one, as he thought, but Agatha had heard the q. "My sister baduestione nue ask two favors," she continued. "One is that you will Bever pain her by alluding to the sub- ject again; the sen so CRAFTER VIU. The moonbeams of that soft summer night fell upon the stately hall of Lyimewolde, upon the dark masses of wood, the shining lake,' the picturesque gardens; they bathed, all in their sweet, soft light, But' there Was one spot where they fell without healing .or balm in their half -mournful light. Never did "good. and eril" fight for a human heart as theystruggled that night for the heart of Inez Lynne. All the fire, the passion, the recklessness of the Southern nature were aroused. She had sworn that she would succeed; that should b by some means in her power the love she longed for should be Iters; and she was not of those who esteem an oath as a "light bur- den," to be thrown off at will. She now sat by the window of her room; her dark eyes resting upon the woods of Lynnewolde; her wealth of black hair falling round her should- ers. She was almost terribly beau- tiful to behold as that "war of pas- sions" raged within her. It was a war; for there were times when a softer look caste to the ex- quisite face,' and softer tears fell" down the pale cheeks. Then a bet- ter and nobler impulse whispered to her to be patient, to submit, to leave her sister happy in her love, to con- quer and trample upon the wild love that "wrought havoc within. But the better impulse passed, and the proud, indomitable spirit woke up fiercer and stronger for its repulse. "No mercy has ever been shown to mo !" she murmured. "Years and years ago, if I had had the love that ought to have been m}ne—if my fath- er had treated me as a did his other child—my life would have been dif- ferent. Shall I lose ever asked for, the, or has to give me? I c So she watohed� words to herself, alit Aliments a delicious silvery, rippling laugh; but it tingled hischeekswith shame as he heard it. "Ali, you are laughing at me," he said, trying to conceal his mortification. "I thought you would laugh if you ever knew I dared to presume to admire you." "I ought to be very much obliged to you," she said, the smile lingering on her lips and in her eyes. "Do not laugh at me again, Miss Lynne," said poor Bertie. "If you re- tain any recollection of niy folly, will you also remember that my life is at. your service; and if ever the time i should cone n which you require a friend with a strong will and it brave heart, will you remember me?" She smiled again, bat in after years those words came back to her. It was a brilliant party assembled that evening at Lynnewolde. The belle of the room was undoubtedly the beau- tiful, dark -eyed. Andalusian. The gen- tlemen raved about her; the ladies were not jealous of her—she was too unlike them. Had she been more commonplace, oho might have stirred their envy; as it was, all smaller feelings were merged NVNFOU NDIAND PAYS TRIBUTE, 'To the Grand Work Dodd's Kidney Pills are Doing. Fishermen Regard Thezn as a Boon fa Mankind -Mr. Frank Bonfield Tells ?sow They Cured His Backache. Garnish, )fortune Bay, Nfld,, Nov. 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