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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1908-12-18, Page 3There wars a- long debate about the costume; but it was settled at once when Lady Eversleigh saw the magnifi- cent parure of diamonds. She pronounc- ed in favor of white satin. "Nothing else," she deolared, "would. go with those superb stones." Lady Lynne may be pardoned if she did utter an exclamation of surprise when she saw herself for the first time in court costume. It suited her regal style of beauty to perfection. The gleam- ing satin, the sweeping train, the courtly plumes, and the rare doamonds, made up a picture suck as one seldom sees, and ]lady Eversleigh gazed at her in wonder and delight. Agatha, though leas magnificently at- tired, looked very fair and graceful, for Lord Lynne and Inez had presented her with a beautiful set of pearls, which • suited her delicate beauty as well as did the diamonds the regal and brilliant bride. Even Lord Lynne held up his hands with a comic gesture of surprise when he beheld his wife. Lady Eversleigh smiled gayly at him. "You will see," said she, "what comes of this. Do not be surprised if my cou- sin becomes a star." Lady Eversleigh did not prophesy wrongly. The beautiful Lady Lynne cre- ated a perfect furor. She became the reigning belle of the season. Fashionable papers described her movements, told of the balls she attended, the operas she - heard, and people raved about her. She was so unlike English beauties; that glorious southern face won tribute from poet and artist, and people would even delay bass and parties in order to secure her attendance. Her dream was indeed realized—the world lay at her feet. It was not Only her matchless face, but those who visited. Lady Lynne were charmed by her rich, passionate voice — Venetian barons robes, French chansons, Italian love ditties, old English ballads—all were familiar to her; and those who heard her sing never forgot it. Another dis- covery was made. Lady Lynne was not only the possessor of a perfect face and one of the most beautiful voices ever heard, but she had a great gift of con- versation. Her bon mots were repeated everywhere, and the gentleman esteem- ed himself fortunate who managed to converse with Lady Lynne. Whenever she appeared a crowd of fashionable ad- mirers surroundedher. No one enjoyed her success or gloried in her triumph more than Lord. Lynne. He saw that she cared for no admiration but his. She never wished to attend the most bril- liant fetes unless he was with her. No society had any charm for her save his. At any time she was only too happy to give up ball or party to spend a quiet evening tete-a-tete with him. The world saw with wonder this devoted and most unfashionable attachment of the young wife to her husband. "I never was made for fashionable life," said Agatha one morning, with a dreary sigh. 11 had struck twelve, and the two sis- ters still lingered with Lord Lynne over the breakfast table. "Serious reflections generally come in the morning." said Lord. Lynne, with a smile. "What is the matter, Agatha?" "We have three more balls this week, she replied, "and I am quite tired of gift ter, and music, and heat" "You need not. stay long at any one of them," said her cousin. "I should never be brave enough to ask Inez to leave early," she replied. "What would all her admirers do? I am longing for Lynnewolde again. T feel thankful that it was not my fate to be a lady of. fashion." Yet Agatha had been warmly admired, though not so much as her beautiful sister; but she had received sufficient homage and admiration to have made any young lady pleased with the London season. She liked to see Inez so popu- lar. No shade or thought of envy ever crossed her mind. When she saw Lady Lynne conversing with the most eminent and clever men of the day, she said to herself, over and over again, how much better it was that Philip has chosen her sister instead of herself. She never could have added lustre to his home and title as Inez did. Every day brought fresh triumphs to Lady Lynne. Philip wondered at times that her head was not fairly turned by the homage and adulation offered to her. No English peeress was ever so ex- clusive as the Duchess of Ruthwell. Young, beautiful and accomplished, char- itable and generous even to a fault, she was one of the leading members of the English aristocracy. To belong to her set was the highest of all honors. Wealth could not obtain admission to it, nor rank, unsupported by intellect. To be on her visiting list was an honor upon which people prided themselves. She was not proud; no one ever called her haughty; but she was exclusive. When it was known that her Grace of Ruth - well was about to give the grandest ball of the season, the whole fashionable world was aroused. Those who were sure of receiving invitations watched with amusement the intrigues of others who were not so happy. Lady Eversleigh was the first who mentioned the coming fete to Lady Lynne. She knew that for herself an invitation 'was. certain; she had known the duchess many years. She waited anxiously to see if her two cousins would receive the same. She had heard the duchess speak in very high terms of Lady Lynne; but this ball was, after all, the touchstone. "Let me know directly if you receive a card," said Lady Eversleigh to Inez. "I am very anxious over it. Let me know at once." Lady Lynne smiled at her cousin's eager words, •and promised to despatch a messenger at once when the much coveted billets should arrive. It was not, therefore, without some little anxi- ety that she saw two whole days .lass by, and yet no invitations came. "It cannot be," she said to herself, "that in. the midst of my triumph I should be slighted," and she smiled as she saw her face in the large French mirror that sdorned her dressing, room. Still, that day came to an end, and brought no invitation for the Duchess of Ruthwell's grand ball. low expressions of admiration her ap- pearanee excited. That night was the most brilliant Lady Lynne ever saw; homage and ad - Where er�her�,briglitlike neense eyes fellound her, she naw amiless and glances of admiration, Peo- ple watched her when he she rare, The and agreed that suchgrace young husband was proud of her tri- umps, and again thought to himself that he had chosen not wisely and well. But a greater triamph still was in store for Inez. One of the royal dukes, who seldom attended either bails, or parties, honored her Grace of Ruthwell with his presence, and. ss soon as he wee introduced to Lady L ane, he asked her for the next waltz. There was a glow of gratified pride on her radiant face Ile she aesented, and peo- ple talked of the honor • paid to the "belle of the season," the beautiful Lady Lynne. Wihen the waltz was ended, her royal partner found a seat for Inez under the spreading foliage of a magnificent plant that adorned. the bac:-room. He stood by her side conversing for some minutes evidently delighted with the wit and vivacity of his fair companion. When he went away, Lord. Lynne took his place by her side. "You look warm, Inez," he said; "that dance has tired you; come into the cool conservatory, and I will fetch you an ice." Willingly she rose and went with her husband, who placed a comfortable lounging -seat for her near the fountain, and. then went in search of an ice. The dripping waters had a soft, Booth- ing, musical sound; the perfume of rare flowers filled the air ,the sound of the distant music took her thoughts back to that night at Lynnewolde, when she had overheard those few worda Philip said to her sister, and a smile of tri unlph rippled overher beautiful face. It was all safe now; she had won the prize; what mattered how. life of love and triumph, of gratified ambition, and high hopes, lay smiling before her. Phil- ip loved her; the world laid its homage at her feet. he bad nothing to fear; and again the red lips smiled as she re- membered her past fear. "I have been a long time, Inez," said her husband, approaehing her, "but real- ly the rooms are so crowded that I have almost had to fight my way." "There seems to be a great number of people here," she replied, "and so many of them are coining this way." "Rest a few minutes longer," .said Lord Lynne. "You look quite refreshed already. I have something to tell you that the duke said about you." She smiled again, and watched her husband as he wont back into the ball- room. Then the rippling waters drew her attention, and she bent, over the fountain with the lovelight still in her dark eyes and the smile upon her lips. No one ever saw that sante smile again upon the face of Lady Lynne. Sev- eral people bad eutered the conserva- tory, and stood grouped among the flow- ers and shrubs. One or two sought, as Lord Lynne had done, the coolness. of. the fountain, and Inez Watched them with some amusement as her eyes wan- aered over the different groups, her quick instinct telling her who were lov- ers and who were not. All at once a deadly pallor overspread tha face of Lady Lynne, a wild look came into those dark eves, riveted as though by some terrible spell on the half -averted face of a gentleman who stood alone intently watching her. For one moment her lips opened, as though to utter a piercing cry; but even the very breath seemed to die upon them, they were so fixed and still. The bou- quet of flowers she held in her hands fell into the fountain, but she never heeded the fall. "Lady Lynne, what is the matter?— are you ill?" cried one or two ladies who saw that white, startled face., and one of them went up to her, and tried to take her hand. "Aro you ill, Lady Lynne?" she in- quired, gently; and never, to her dying day, did the lady forget the ghastly face and wild eyes. No reply, no word, came from the rigid lips. "Shall I find your husband?" asked the lady; then the white stillness of the face was broken, the lips quivered, and she withdrew her eyes from the spot where their wild gaze had been so terri- bly fixed. "My husband!" she murmured; then, seeming to arouse herself by a great ef- fort, she looked into tbo.latdy's face, and said: "Thank you, I ani not ill; the heat made me faintfor half a minute." Still the dreadful pallor remained; and the white, jewelled hands were tightly clinched. "Shall I go in search of Lord Lynne?" again inquired Lady Ripton, alarmed at the expression of the face upon which she gazed. "If you will be so kind," replied Lady Lynne. "I am very tired; and if .he will order a carriage, n'e will go home." Lady Ripton went on her kindly er- rand, and then the stranger drew near to Inez. For one moment lie stood be- fore her in sidenee "It is really you," she said. "The grave has not given back its dead?" "It is really myself, fair lady," hq re- plied. "The gravo and I are yet stian- gers." A long, low murmur camp from her white lips. "14lereiful heaven!" she cried, "is this nay triumph?" "I vas half afraid of startling you," lie said --"butt you leave good nerves— you are a grand creature, Inez." "Bush!" she cried, passionately. "Do not dare to use my name! if hatred and contempt would kill you, you would die now at my feet." "I am fortunately invulnerable," be replied, with a light laugh. "Oh, here is my Lord Lynne approaching. Introduce me, Inez" "Mat is the matter, darling?" said Philip. "How ill you look! What is TRAVELLER'S VALUABLE FIND. Travelling on the I. C. R., Mr. Harry Towers, St. Paul street, St, John, N. Be found a box of Ziem.l uk, the great skin - healer. Ile was suffering from badly chapped hands at the time, so applied tire balm. He says: "Gam-Buk eased the pain and smarting, healed the creeks and made my hands quite smooth. Find- ing it so good, I kept a supply handy, and have since proved it a really won" derful healer. ].t cures cuts, sores, or burns equally well, and I would not like � now to be without a supply.' Mr. Towers is only one of housands who are glad they heard of 'Lam-Bulc. There is no skin disease it will not re- lieve or cure. Its fame is epreading everywhere, and it is now . regarded as Nature's great ` first aid." in workshops, on the farm, or in the home. No tray-. eller should be without it. Every home should have its box always ready for use. A little Zam-Buk rubbed regularly on the hands and face before retiring each night will keep the skin soft and free from chaps, cold -sores, or disease. If you have a cut, a bruise, or seine irritating skin disease, which has defied all ordinary remedies, apply Zam-Buk. It first cleanses a wouud by killing off all harmful bacteria. Then it builds up new tissue cell by cell—just as a bricklayer lays row after row of bricks. Then it covers the wound with new healthy skin, and the cure is effected! Zam-Buk is also a cure for piles. It gives speedy relief and ends the throb- bing, burning pains. Skin -diseases, such as eczema, itch, ulcers, barber's rash, rashes due to blood poison, etc., cannot resist its powerful healing virtues. Pure- ly vegetable, it is an ideal combination of power and purity. 50c. from box eof t druggists and stores, or post Zam-Buk Co., Toronto, for price. Reject cheap, harmful and dangerous substi- tutes. too, came from the illustrious 'moo as her late husband. They were, in feet, the only two members of the fanuly left, Their marriage was a bappy one). but the decay of his family broke the heart of Luigi. Itis day -dream was to win back its glory and its honor;but he died young, and left one little daugh- ter, .liana, then only four years old, Madame Monteleone gave herself ,up entirely to the education of this beloved. child, who gave great promise of beau- ty, and hor mother formed high and glowing hopes for her future. Beautiful and gifted, her daughter might acoom- plish the task inwhich her father had failed. She might marry, and her hus- band consent to take the time-honored name of Monteleone, or one of , their children might bear it; and so the ,an- cient race might revive to more than its former glory. Rarely did either mother or child quit the grounds belonging to the castle. It was a beautiful but lonely and sadden- ed home. The greater part of the can- tle lay in ruins; only one wing was hab- itable; and there madame, her daugh- ter and two servants dwelt. The day was spent in hard study and the ac- quirement of numberless accomplish- ments; ccomplishments; and the stern, beautiful mother never neglected any means in her power of instilling her own wishes and plans into the mind of her child. When the day's work was ended, the young girl listened for hours together to stories of the brave deeds of her ancestors. "Shall this great name die out?" the mother would askglowing when thee child's heart was „ g w h words. "Ali, no, Bianca! let your destiny be to re-establish it. Live for that, and you will be the greatest of all the ladies of Monteleone." {7o he continued.) BADLY RUN DOWN unlike her own—"tired and wearied. Take me home." Le rel Lynne looked with some little surprise at the tall, handsome stranger who stood. by his wife's side. The gen Henan bowed as he met Philip's glance, and turning to Inez, said, "May I ask for an introduction to your husband, Lady Lynne?" Without looking at him, she introduc- ed the Count Rinaldo Montalti to Lord Lynne. "I had the pleasure of meeting Lady Lynne in Spain some yeare ago," said the count to Philip. "I am quite charm- ed to have the honor of renewing our acquaintance." "I was a child then," said Inez; and her husband looked at her, surprised at the bitterness of her tone. "May I be permitted to say that the beauty of the bud gave promise of the perfection of the flower?" said the count bowing gallantly to the pale, beautiful woman; but she turned abruptly, and Philip smiled at the very florid compli- ment. "Lady Lynne is tired to -night," con- tinued. CountMoutali; "may I be per- mitted.tq, call, to -morrow?" Inez bowed hattghtily, but -no word passed her lips. "You are not over -amiable to your friend," said Philip, with a smile. 'Do you not like him?" But for answer slue clung to his arni, and said, "1 ata tired, Philip, and so wearied; pray take me hone" Tenderly and gently the young hus- band wrapped her cloak round the trem- bling form, wondering, as he did so, if it was the heat er the late hours that had made his wife so ill. Agatha looked with bewildered sur- prise at her sister's face when the light from the hall lamp shone upon it; it was white as death, and looked years older. 'Let me take yon to your room, Inez," she said; "you look worn out." While the gentle girl ser weed the dia- monds from the rich dark hair, and help- ed to take off the costly dress, she heard deep, bitter sobs die away upon the white lips of Lady Lynne.. "You are over -fatigued," she said, car- essing the face bent upon her shoulder; "lie down now, and try to sleep." Ten minutes afterward, when. Agatha entered the r000m with some wine for her sister, she found her lying perfectly still, her faee turned from the light to the wall. "I am glad site. is sleeping," thought Me young girl. "She looked so ill, I was alarmed." Then she went out, and closed the door. A few minutes afterward, and a white face looked oat into the moonlight, and until morning dawned Lady Lynne paced wearily up end'ilown her luxurious ehame ber, ever and anon a passionate cry com- ing from her lips, as she clinched her hands and cried, "And this is any tri- umph! Merciful heaven, this is my tri- umpb ! " CHAPTER XIV. "What largo envelopes!" said Agatha, as she entered Lady Lynne's boudoir, where breakfast awaited the sisters. "Do not make fun of them, Agatha," said Philip; "those very envelopes you are now criticizing contain talismans that some beautiful and fashionable ladies are dying for. "I never can quite understand you, Phillip," remonstrated his cousin. "What da you mean? 'What are the let- ters about?" "If I am right in my conjectures," he replied, "these envelopes contain no letter, but meeely an invitation to her Grace of Ruthweltl's grand ball—the most exclusive of the season." "Is it really so?" cried Inez. "How pleased Lady Eversleigh will be! I must send her word at once." "Did she fear you would not receive an invitation?" "No; not quite that," replied his wife; "but she was anxious about it." If Tnez could have foreseen the conse- quences of that biliat,he cardis she held in her jewelled fingers would have been torn into shreds. A thousand tinea af- terward she regretted that she went, yet her fate would in any case have been the same. Another hour brought Lady Eversleigh "I want you," continued Lady Ever- sleig'h, addressing Inez, "to surpass your- self. Everybody—who is anybody in our world—will be at the ball and you must be the belle. You do not know how much depends upon it. I really think it so important a. matter we had better consult Madame Nevers, There are no diamonds in London finer than yours." After a short study of the splendid face and figure, Madame Nevers soon decided upon the toilet. The dress was to be of the palest rose satin, covered with rich flounces of white lace, and looped up with white camellias. The celebrated Lynne diamonds, she said, were all -sufficient without aid of other ornaments or flower -e. And certainly Lady Lynne "looked the most beautiful in all that brilliant throng; the rich satin made her white arms and shoulders doubly fair, Her beautiful southern face was radiant, her dark eyes were full of light, and the costly diamonds shone on her queen. ly figure, cid in the ripples of her dark haia r. Her entree created quite a sensation. Beauties who had been reigning trimu- pliantly saw their reign at an end. 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People spoke of the Monte - loons as of a bygone line, and et the time our story opens --twenty years be- fore Inez Lynne was summoned to Eng- land by the father who seemed to have forgotten her birth—no male scion of the family remained. Of all their once vast possessions, they retained only a large, gloomy old castle, situated in the midst of the beautiful Province of An- dalusia. There Luigi Monteleone, the last of his race, died, and there his widow, with their only child, Bianca, re- sided. A stranger life than that of Madame Monteleone could tot be imagined. She, The Practice of Medicine. • Voice at the other end—Doctor, I've tried everything and I cannot get to sleep. Can't you do something for me? The Doctor—Yes; hold the wire and 111 sing you a lullaby.—Woman's Home Companion, Itepeat it:—" Shiloh's Cure will al, - ways cure my coughs and colds." Arbitrating a Difficulty. Child --Suppose I called you a mean old pig, what would happen? Governess --I would tell your father and lie would punish you. Child—Anel if I only thought it. Governess --N obarm so long as you don't say it. Child—Then I only think it: ILifo. Repeat its--"Shilob's Cure will always ctire rely coughs and colds."