HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1904-01-22, Page 7Violet's Lover
"'I suppope so," was the careless r
ply. "Not that I care. Why n'hou
I care? Nothing of-tha.t kind matte
to me. But I know they tell quee
stories about me They say oI dein
and gamble ; they say that I-- 13
forgot -I must not repeat. eca•uda
ttorn you. • Now, 1f you heard then
me ?" said of me, would you defeu
"How can I answer yen? You fo
get that I leave never aeon ,you b
f one "
"Yet you defend this Lonsdale ! Do
you know him ?"
„rhe Mr. Lon.sdale who has suffered
so unjustly is the fa,ther of the gen-
tleman to whom you esa,w me speak -
Ing," Are replied; "and he is ono of
the o1lest friends I have in Lilrord."
"I euppoise," said the baronet, "that
Lonsdalets son Imagines himself a
very 1 anusome man. That kind of
mean always thinks a great deal of
himself."
"De you not think him handsome?"
asked Violet, who knew well that
her lover h,acl the statuesque beauty
ed a Greek god.
"I never waste one thought on a
man's face," he replied.
' But Violet',~ quick instinct told
bier the awkward baronet was jeal-
82i of the young Lawyer.
The quadrille was over, but he
wowed nayt leave her. Site must go
with him' to have some, refreshmen
-be was sure she felt tired. If b
had only known he would have sen
all kinds of choice fruits over for the
fete, but home could he foresee that
the queen of society herself was to
be present
,it was all flattery, but very pleas-
ant flattery when offered: by a man
!worth forty thousand per annum. It
'wars pleasant, too to know that
everyone was looking at her, every-
one was thinking and talking about
cher. She could not help contrasting
tber resent position with that which
Ohs had occupied half an hour pre-
viaussy.
Felix Lonsdale had been but cold-
ly received. No one seemed to forget
that he was the earn of a man whose
fair Lame was darkened by a dark
clowd. Phe elite had not
received him very kindly.
im
!Lwith a bow; Mrs. Rolfe Browad nson had ed held
;cut two fingers for him to shake, and
had drawn them back very quicckly ;
;Mfrs. Bautders had shaken hands with
'him and then looked round very
,quickly to see if ,anyone had observed
;t',er. Ile lxad not been "out," no one
had been pointedly uncivil, but he had
been coldly received, and Violet bad
observed It even more keenly than he
had himself, when she stood talking
to him. She had a strange feeling,
as though she were in some manner
sharing his disgrace -as though she,
too. were under e. cloud.
Now it WAS so Different. Sir Owen's
glory seemed to be reflected on her ;
people who had never troubled them-
selves to speak to .ber before note'
were fulsomely polite to her. It was
bat reflected glory, oho knew,, ; still,
it was pleasant.
Sir Owen ln'sisted on taking her
some refreshment ; he waited upon
hem
as though she bad been a ,prin-
ceps. She could not tell how it was.
but ,she seemed suddenly to have left
fax belrind ;ler the world of sorrow,
pain an.d disgrace in which, through
sympathy with Felix, she had been
living so long.
"Here is your friend," said Sir
Owen, and; Iooking up suddenly, she
saw; Felix at the entrance of the
tent, looking ;wistfully at cher.
'At first something like impati-
ence vexed her. It was such a
magnificent triumph for her, he
might let her enjoy It -he might
have waited a few minutes. It was
eat every day that sh!e was wait-
ed upon by a rich. baronet and en-
vied by Other Seamen. She aright
never see Sir Owen again, while
ail her Hie was to be 'spent with
Felix, Surely he might have wait-
ed a few; 'minutes longer ; but no,
he was coming to her, and her tri-
, mph was ended. She had no idea
of resisting his will, and rose from
, her seat. Sir Owven looked at her
'la amazement.
wv" re you going
t d?" he asked. "I
you jf presume to ask
you 'would go with me to
see the flowers. Tilley have some
very fine ones here, I am 'told."
She looked helplessly frau one to
the other. She did not know! how
to refuse such a tempting offer
from Sir Owen ; it would bo an
unequaled triumph for all the guests
to see her -to see how. proud and
-pleased he was to escort tier
trhough' the grounds; but it seem-
ed equally .impossible to leave
Felix, who lead looked for -
Ward with such! delight 'to
this lholiday with her. So the beau-
tifn] eyes glanced .first at one and
then at Lae other, while the white
fingers toyed with the pretty' flow-
ers she held up t111 their scented
loaves fell Olt the ground. Felix cut
the Gordian knot for her.
"Pardee me for the In'terruptton,`''
he ,said. "Miss Haye was kind enottgb
to q>romtso nit that honor."
(Dh took Vlolet`•s Band, placed it
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e- on, his arm, and led her from the
id tent. •
er The baronet stood looking alter
r them with' more than amazement! in
k his face. i
et he ,said. "The fatiherimperitnence I"
of' swell A man
e as that would be capable, of forging
d half a dozen, wills."
"OIh. Felix," .said Violet, I am'
r- afraid you have offended bim�."
e- "I do not care if I have, Violet.
You are mine. What rlghitj has he
to monopolize you ? I know, we are
hot .married; but it is almost the
sane thing. Ypu are my' promised
wife, and no one ,shell take you
away from me even for an hour.
Come away from alt these people
_ -I want to talk to you. Como.
down this avenue of chestnuts." i
He mastered 'leer by his stronger
will; she went without one word.
They walked slowly down the ave-
nue of chestnuts,, the sun glancing
an her golden hair and white dress.
"Let me look at you, Violet," he
cried, with the passionate impati-
ence of a young lover. "It seems to
me that that loan's presence near
you muss: have dimmed your beauty
as poisonous air kills a delicate
flower. Let me tool; at you, my
darliag I"
He held her hand and stood look -
lag at her, watching the radiant
faee with such love in his eyes
that a nvoman must have had a
marble heart to resist him:.
"No," he said. "You are just the
same. You anust humor my faa-
cies, Violet. Does not some one say
that `great love is semi -madness ?'
It is true. You must humolr my
fancies, sweet. Stand here ; let this
cool breeze blow. over you -it will
purify you from even the breath
and echo al his words,"
She laughed a Iow, tremulous
laugh, but the words touched her.
She stood quite still, and the west-
ern wind kissed her face, played
with her golden jiair, showered the
chestnut blossoms over her.
`'You shall not even have the echo
of another man's words hanging
over you, sweet," he said. "Now the
breeze has taken it all: away."
" Oh, Felix. bow •much you love
mo! It makes me tremble to think
of it."
"You do not understand it even
yet," he .repied.
As he walked by her lover's side
she could not help feeling the con-
trast. Who would ever -who could
over love her as this man did ? Who
it: the whole wide word, the thoaght,
had ever been so loved except her-
self ? The memory of his words
thrilled her ; they ,stirred the in-
most depths of her soul. How he
loved her, this handsome, noble -
hearted mac! His very heart, leis
soul and life, seemed wrapped up in
her.
Even, as she felt these things she
could not help noticing the differ-
' once. When she had crosser! the
lawn with Sir Owen she had nothing
but bows, Finites, glances of admir-
ation. ill -concealed envy and won-
' der. Now that one was, once again
With Felix„ no one noticed her, no
one spoke to her. Itewa,s like being
in a different world.
Sir Owen had been asked; to play
croauet axxd had refused. ] e bad
taken a bird's-eye view of the
party -four' old milds and a hopeless
school girl. It was not in his line,
he assured Mrs. Hunter. He would
rot engage himself in any parti-
cular way; he would only,, linger and
wvait, watching for tiko nextegiimpse
of the beautiful face that had set
his !heart and brain oni fire.
He saw her at last, standing with!
11 elix watching the player•~ ab lawn
tennis, and the next moment he was
by her side. Lady Rolfe, eyeing him,
Whispered to Mrs. Hunter :
`'Sir Owen seems to be infatuated
with Violet Haye. Sono one should
tell him ,she Is engaged. Dear Mrs.
Renter, would you mind saying that
I •should like to speak to him ?" And
site smiled a well satisfied smile
where she saw the vicar's wife de-
liver her message.
"You wish to speak tcy me ?" said
Sir Owen, approaching' Lady Rolfe
with an air of ill -concealed impati-
ence.
She ;saw that lie looked annoyed, •
Burl had recourse to her favorite
weapon --.flattery.
"If it Is permitted to an elderly'
lady like myself to feel jealous, I cer-
He could pet deny; it, or he vo;
have One ,so,- She continued:.
"Ties is the eirst time that. y
have met your new trtends and nelg
bots together. Do you like them ?"
"They are very much like other pee -
"3 ou are gamut:10e cried her
ladyship. "It Lo very wrong, but I
really'] adore ,sarcasm."
H'ls fats relaxed just a
tittle more. . She watched him
Intently; Re , was worth some
trouble ; Tor as soon as be
had entered the 'neighborhood she ad
resolved upon ,marrying her daughter
to
hirn.
"Tihero are ron:e nice girls here
said her Iadyship-"some very. pre
ty girls -Violet IIaye for one."
Then hie face brightened. She ha
touched on .a, happy theme at las
• "Violet 'Haye is quite the quee
of the fete," she epntlnued, ""The'
are few, if any, who can compar
With her."
"There is not one," he said; an
in her heart her lady.shipp dislike
him for the words. ,".
" she a.
lowed, calmly uare °eI do not! know wh
could really be ,said to be like he
She leas no great fortune and
connection, and yet ,she is engage
to be married• . Co that handsom
young Mr. Lonsdale.
"Engaged to marry him i" erre
Sir Owen. with an angre scow
"A girl like that engaged; to mar
the song of a mtee who has been tri
for perjury, or forgery, or .some
thing of the kind."
Lady Rolfe laughed lightly, an
touched bim on the arm with be
fan.
"Nay, nay, ;it='was not so bad a
th''at. Poor Mr. Lonsdale was in
nocent enough ; but she is to m'ar
his son -the wedding day is fixe
and they will be a very, handsom
pair. She will marry' him, I hear, 1
the spring."
"That accounts for it," he said
and the heave black moustach
drooped over as cruel lips as ver
ever seen on a man's face.
"Accounts Tor what ?" asked Lad
Rolfe, tetth a great assumption
innocence.
"Oh, nothing, in ,.particular ! Bu
r thought be ,seemed to consider tha
he had some kind of a right to her.'
And then, looking at him, Lad
Rolfe saw a stern, cruel, set ex
pression settle on his faee.
"So they, are to be married in th
spring, are they ?".:he asked, slow
ly. "I suppose this:''goung Lonsdal
is very proud of her ?"
"Wh'at a question to ask me, Si
Owen. He Is a man and hate, leyel
r should not think it would be pox
Bible to tell lio vmuclr he loves her.'
'-`Does she care for len ?" be asked
guiicktiee
"Dear me, yes. Does she care f
him ! Why; it is a love mate
Pure and simple. She cares very mut
for him and for no one else be
6ieles."
L•le asked no more questions, bu
Lady Rolfe, still watching him in-
tently, saw that the set, firm loo
deepened every moment on his face
She could not tell whether she had
done .right or wrong. She had told
him that the, girl was. engaged, and.
that it leas quite useless for him. to
think of her; but what did that look
mean ? Like every one else w.ho had
any part in naming Violet Haye to
Sir Owen that day, she had an un-
easy feeling about it.
Sir Owen seemed to think he bad
done all that was required of him.
He rose from. his seat and left her
ladyship with a bow.
"Ile will go to Lavinia now,"
thought Lady Rolfe. "IIelwill waste
no more time over violet Hays."
But Lavinia beamed upon him in
her costume of mauve silk all. in
vain ; be passed her with a. care-
less 'bow. The moments seemed to
him hours before he should be near
Violet Hay a again.
It was well for his popularity that
no one saw the powering, angry ex-
pression of his face as he crossed
the croquet Iawn.
"1 welted have heal if I wanted her,"
he said to himself, "If every other
man on earth laid claim to her, and
if I had to fight them ail."
Lady Rolfe had unconsciously done
the very thing to defeat her own pur-
pose. The fact which would have
niadie Violet sacred to another man
simply urged him on. It would be a
triumph to win her, because eo many
others admired her ; bat it would be a
double triumph if she was engaged
to another man. Sir Owen often con-
gratukl,ted himself an his perfect
freedom from what he was pleased to
(nail '"affected nonsense" ; • and he
was never more free from It than in
this case. If, besides winning floss
Days for himself, he could add to
that the triumph of snaking her
break an engagement to another, it
ulc] be the gre;itesrt success of his
fe.
"She is beautiful enough to f be a
ween," he e,�ald, "and It would take
hundred lawyers to frighten rue.
man with forty thbtu,an'd a yea.
till "Ne -lie is quite an invalid," re-
plied Violet, half -longing that Sir
Ow,eIr would leave her, end half en
joying the di8tinotion that his great
notice of her brought. '
1`n.lh, an invelkl-very unfortunate/
Not able to leave the Molise often,
I suppose ?"
"No -not often," replied the girl,
looking' at her lover's averted faee.
"I shall be glad to see hies some-
times," said Sir Owen ; . "he has no
ob ji etion to visitors, I suppose ?"
"No," replied Violet; "he is pleased
to receive any." ,
"Then, with your Permission. and
ou
is
Ie" he ,stleered
his, I will ride over to -morrow,"
saki Sir Owen, '
,'t„ � , Be waited for her reply. Violet
d j made none. She wa,si frightened at the
expression of her lover's face.
a "You do not say that I elle 1 be
tell: eome, Mins Haye," he added, impa-
e tiently.•
Sji•e recovered herself. After al!, elle
• was doing' 110 wrong.
We obeli be pleased to see you,
Sir Owen," she toed him, with quiet
1_ dignity ;• and then the •baronet, find-
Ing there was ho chance of further
„ • conversation with ,her,• went away.
-. "My taxiing," cried Felix., "do not
• be at home to -morrow when he
e conies 1 I do not like, bin, Violet -
he hese, cruel, bad face, and there is
d an evil light in his eyes. I do not like
him.sweet."
1' `'I wormer why he has paid me e'o
rymuch atteption," jte said, "and why,
he is coming to see us ?"
- But Felix was too wise. to answer
that emotion. lee only, claap•ed the
d 11ttlo hands in his own. To him this
e girl, in'her beauty and innocence,
was little less than an angel.
6 "My whit, dove," ho naid-"my pure
- sweet love, never mind him ! Prout-
y Gee me that when , he am any
d, other man comes to you with
e flattering words, you will say, 'I am
n pledgee to my lover -I am pledged
to Feu x Loned.ale.' • Will you say that,
Violet ?"
e ( Yes, z will," she replied.
e " Would that I could 'L•ake' you
away from them alt, and keep you
safely under the shelter of my own
great love, Violet ! You will not be
In to -morrow when he comes ? Pro-
mise me, my darling -do you not see
that I ant half mad with jealousy -
promise me you will go out ! If I.
knew that to -morrow he would sit
by your side, touch your hand, look
into your beautiful face, I think then
I should shoot him to -night 1"
" Oh, Felix, what a dreadful thing
to say 1"
' Jealousy is like fIre-it destroys
all things," he said: "but I am foolish
to be jealous. I have all faith in
you, sweet -all faith. Say once again,
'I belong to you, Felix.' "
The sun shone on her fair face as
she raised it to his, the wind stirred
the leaves as she said:
" I belong to you, Felix."
CP AP,TER xII.
The fete was over, but people
still. talked of it -of the unexpected
appearance of Sir Owen Chevenix
and his admiration for beautiful
Violet Haye. Violet had said but
little at home: she had told her
father that the baronet intendde
to conte to see him, and Francis
Haye had looked up in bewilder-
ment,
"Coming to' see ins !" he:cried.
"What is that for ?"
He did hot see the het flush on
his daughter's face. She knew, wen
enough wily he 'was coming.
"If it is about that right of
road," he continued, "he may save
himself the trouble, for I shall
never give in -never !"
"You will see what he is coming
for when he comes," saiclMrs. Haye;
"there is nothing so absurd as
guessing. I shall not Walleye it un-
til I do see him."
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ta]nly ant jealous. We aye old friends
of nearly two months' standing, yet lin
eon have not spent live minutes with
me. Sit down here and give me your li
views about the fete." Iii
Ungraciously enough hot 1
g y g took a
Met by her side. She saw him look en
With angry eyes at Felix and Violet ;
but Lade Rolfe was a woman with a Lott
purpose. It took much to daunt her. 1 yo
"I have no views," he declared iing-
rily'. "I aro quite tired of people with 1 an
vi' we."
"Clever men ate all alike," re-
marked her ladyship, and bis faee
so'ftened a little at the words. "At
ought to by able to do as be likes. If
e menet, what is the use of his
env ?"
H� west at once to Violet, anal Fe -
t, ,standing by nor side, longed to
t him up in his strong arms and
row him over the bridge.
"Aliso H'nye," he said, quite ignor-
th'e presence of her lover, "do
u Jive here in LilfO, rd ?"
She appeared !tall frightened as she
sneered:
"'de's-�I live et The Limes."
Ilis .face cleared:
"I know it," he went on. "It Is
pretty little place just outside Lie
rd. I have oftenadrnired it. Does
ur •father hunt 2"
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least we bave had a beautiful day;" fo
elle said, "and beautiful music." yo
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affair, and one that is never seen
south of the Tweed. The laird wears
his full dress kilt every night, and
everyone with any claim to a clan
does the same, so that often there
are more kilted mein around the ta-
ble than black coats. Alas 1 some of
the nouveau riche seern to think
because they rent 20,000 or 30,000
acres of shooting, they are quail -
flea to don a kilt, too, but nothing
is more ridiculous. Itis a dress that
only belongs to the descendants of
the Highlands. The Duke of Suther-
land wears a tweed kilt when he
wanders about Dunrobin, while the
Dukes of Athol, Durcleuch and Monts
rose all wear their tweed kilts by
day and their tartans by night. One
llas only to gook into 0 shop in, Inver -
nos~ to see what an endless number
of clans there are, and as some of
them have a hunting tartan as well
as an ordinary one, the coileotion•
of plaids and brooches is surprising
to a Southerner. The full dress kilt
is splendid, and a man to the man-
ner born looks far better in it
than in any other clothe,ra. It gives
width, height and digni<` er, to the
wearer, , ,; . I • ,