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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Times, 1911-05-11, Page 7SNOW PIC WINGIIA I TINES, 141 AY 11, 1911 , cls rc 1WVIAN CIKAMA o� ,Pe = M tJ Parted at the Altar rit, its By LAURA JEAN LIBBER, �> Author of • \T, tU �tcg a . "When Lovely Maiden Stoops to Folly," "Olivt:'s Court- ship," "When His Love Grew Cold," Etc. oi\ eral rule, in this one instance, and help you to a situation, child," As he spoke she hurriedly wrote down the addresses of three or four ladies whose names were on her books, in want of a governess for children. "I sincerely hope you will be success- ful with some one of these," he said, handing the card to Doris. A moment later, dazed and bewildered Doris found herself on the street again. She had scarcely proceeded half a blook ere she found herself fade to face with the handsome stranger again. "Where now, my pretty one? Where are you going, I say?" be asked, laying a detaining hand on her arm. "You did not wait for nee to return." For one moment Doris's heart almost •reused beating as sho gazed up into the lark, angry face, lit up by the bold black eyes that were regarding her so intently. "I -I have Changed my mind," she said, desperately, as she shook off the touch of that white hand from her arm; "I do not want the position. ' "Some one has been putting nonsense into your head!" he exclaimed, angrily. -"I won't be trifled with in this way. Como l" % "Sir!" cried Doris, haughtily, "how dare you speak so to me? I am young, but I am uo coward, sir!" she retorted, spiritedly. "You cannot compel mo, ani you have no right to urge me to accept •.a situation I do not wish. Let go my ,arm instantly and let me pass!" she (panted. "Dear mel" he cried, "what a little 'whirlwind! By George, now, whenever a ;man tells me women lose their beauty when they aro thoroughly angry, that ;man and I will have e subject to argue eon worthy of the eloquence of a politi- cian." In a flash Doris flow past him, hurry- ing down the thoroughfare like n pant- ing, storm -driven swallow. The thrilling event which had. just transpired had, at least, taught her a severe lesson; she must have nothing to say to strangers. "There seems to be so little faith that Can bo placed in any one in this world;" she sobbed, drawing her thick veil closer over her tear -stained face. Doris read the three names on the card. "1 will go to the one whose name is on •the List first. No doubt that is the near - ,est." She had some difficulty in making out •the right car which she was to take; but .at length she reached Mrs. Longworth's ,elegant mansion on Fifth avenue. ' Sho might well open her eyes in won - ,der at the magnificenoe displayed in this ,luxuriant home. "Applying for position of governess? .Ah, yes you're the fifth one this morn- ing so far," said the footman. "You will .step this way to my lady's boudoir." Doris followed him through the hall, -with its crimson velvet carpets and •handsome Chairs, up the broad staircase -where the flowers and statues gave the ',,place an aspect of fairyland. She saw before her a long, broad corridor, where hung some superb piotures. The man drew aside a heavy velvet ourtein, and she was in Mrs. Longworth's boudoir, in the prosenoe of that lady herself. "Miss Brandon, who wishes to apply for the governess's position," announced the footman. e Doris stepped timidly forward, her face flushing under the sharp scrutiny of ..the keen, cold gray eyes bent upon her. "Really," said Mrs. Longworth, indi- • dating a scat with a haughty wave of her jeweled hand. "Can it be possible yob. .are applying for my situation?" Doris modestly answered: - "Yes, madame." I "You are so young to teach my child r+oarcoly more than a child yourself." "I am seventeen," replied Doris, in a •low, sweet voice. "What are your accomplishments, ' young lady? I suppose you have a thole tough knowledge of the languages, musics, drawing, etc. I should like to hear you read. Ah, here is a French novel, aad 1n Frenoh. This will do." Doris took up the book, and her Clear, well -modulated accents rather pleased the lady. ""I have but one child -a little dangh. ter," she said; "and as sho is destined :to be more than ordinarily plain -looking I should like her to be clever and accom• >plished. Will you read men little Reliant Then you may sit down at the piano and 1 play a few bare of something." And Doris read again. the sweet, soft • Italian falling like clear notes from he; flips. Doris confessed to not being ver, ',well accomplished in music. "That will do. And now about the re. "numeration expeoted. 'Taking into con. ..sideration the fact that I shall have to pay expensive masters for the branohee in which you are deficient, I thought o.i ..offering you one hundred dollars a year." 'Loss -much loss -than she paid to the humblest servant in her house. The cool would have laughed et ouch a sum; the housemaids have indignantly refused it; the footmen have eonsidored themselves insulted at enoti, an offer; but Doris, .;.ignorant of all this, thought it a meg. .fifloent sum, indeed. "A hundred dollars a pearl" she re. :peated,_ Mre. Longworth, whose conscience prat Mit quite dead, thought she was re- tproaohing her. "We would begin with that," she meld •"If I found my Child improved Wide* . your (are, 1 would rnereaee it. Can you ,comer to me eoont' "At once, It you would like," replied Tloria, gratefully, "There remains only one thing, and that le referenoee, Of coos*, having Deme from the bureau, you have good once." . "1 have none," replied Dorid, simply. *'I have no one to whom 1 Could War." "In that este," reel Mrs. replied .Long. -Worth, "please consider our interview .'ended; and 1 shall not all to express :tny indignation to the Manager of the bureau for having dared • to Mend me a qpersoil wh bad no reference to offer. .Good morning." And with a cold how, :she turned to her book, at though to lat. ttinfato she had (nothing further Wee?. . There Wee a humane rtualt, an Derie'i G G J face es she passed it of the elegant mansion. "1 must not lose heart, ' she said to hersc if. "I will try Mrs. Heath next•" Again Poris found herself mounting the steps , f n magnificent mansion in the fushiurahle portion of the city. Mrs. heath loskrl np in wonder at the fair young girl us'tered into her pres- ence. Briefly Doris sated her errand "I may as well stats, in the first place, that I have no references tb offer," thought Doris; and sate acted on the im- pulse of the moment. "In that ease 1110 a pity you troubled yourself by coming herr," said Mrs. Heath, curtly, "You will not suit me." Doris brushed bash the tears in her blue eyeseetina ggei4e.et the third address on the list. "Yes, Airs. Dorchester is at home, Miss," saidtho servant, ushering Doris into a superb drawing -room. "Be seated." 1.1 seemed to Doris she must have been seated in the drawing -room quite halt an hour, waiting patiently, when suddenly she heard footsteps aad the rustle of a silken robe. The next moment the door opened, and an elegantly dressed lady swept into the room. She started vio- lently as her eyes fell upon Doris's face. CHAPTER XI -MRS. DORCHES- TER'S COMPANION. Like one fascinated, the lady stood motionless in the doorway, gazing at the rare beauty of the fiower-like, girlish face before her. In a mornent she recovered herself and stepped forward. "I am Mrs. Dorchester," she said, in a voice that was thoroughly refined and ., m along- h oan at ando 0 u I P ry ou? "I am Miss Brandon," said Doris, timidly. "I have called from the registry office in response to your application for a governess." A governess!" repeated the lady. "There has been a mistake. I want a companion." "I should like that quite as much as being a governess," said Doris, eagerly, "if I could only please you." Mrs. Dorchester looked at her anx- iously. "Do you know," she said -and Doris was struck with the bitterness in her voice -"that you have a very beautiful face?" "No one ever told me so before," said Doris, honestly. "Yet even were that the case, that fact could give me no plea-. sure." "No pleasure," repeated the lady; and again Doris was struck by the exceeding bitterness of her voice. "Ah, if I had a face like yours, I would give the world, and everything else do it; and yet you - to whom God has been so good -you do not pleze it." "No," said Doris. "Then you are not vain,"' replied Mrs. Dorchester, looking pleased. "If. you came to ore, I should want you to dress exceedingly plain - severely, strictly plain. I should want all that beautiful golden hair brushed tightly back from your face, and done up in a small knot at the bank of your bead. You would not like that." "It would not matter to me, madame, if you were pleased with me," replied Doris; and again the lady looked grati- fied. She was glad to be assured that the lovely young stranger did' not Care about being attractive. "Your duties would be very light," she pursued. "I would want you to sit with me and talk to me. Sing to me that I could Close my oyes and forget for a brief while. I am very lonely. I should like you to clasp my hands, and soothe nse with gentle words,much as you would. a tired child. 1 am very lonely. I would want you to cheer me." "I would do my best," replied Doris, wondering greatly what manner of wo- man this was, who, surrounded by every luxury that the heart could desire, ap- peared so sad and lonely in all this splen- dor. As if reading her very thoughts, the lady went on, sharply: - "I do not care much fer society. I have found it fickle and unstable. I have at horror of being courted and flattered for my wealth. I might have been hap- pier had I been poor likeyon. My money will not buy mo that which I crave above everything else in this world. If I had a beautiful face I might win my heart's desire," she went on, Wistfully, tears filling her eyes, and her bosom heaving convulsively. "U I had been offered *dy choice of all the gifts that heaven gives to mai and women, I should have chosen beauty." Doris looked up into the plain, home- ly face of the unhappy lady in wonder. if Doris had but known the pitiful story of her life, she could have understood that bitter longing. 'I want sonic one near me who is very sympathetic," she said, earnestly. "You please me better than any one else whom they have sent from the agency. You will not complain at the stipulation. I am sure we can agree as to terms." "Oh, yes, madame. I am sure of that," responded Doris. Suddenly a thought seemed to flit through Mrs. Dorchester's blain. Rising hurriedly, she crossed to the mantel and took from it a cabinet photograph, which Was ineleeed in a olosed velvet case. "Thin is my husband's portrait," she said, opening the case and handing it to Doris. "Although ho married mo -a plain woman -he is a great beauty- wor-shiper," she said, eyeing Dcrie keenly as shespoke, One 'glance at the pictured face, and Daft turned pale and red by turns, al - Most falling to the floor in a deep swoon. The pictured face, smiling up at her from the crimson velvet frame, was the dark, handeomo, wicked face of the c stranger who hall accosted her dOn the agency steps. Before Doris could utter the cry of aitonidhment and dismay that rose to her lips, there was the sound of approach- ing footstepd, the door at thrown open, and handsome, dashing Lawrence Dor- chester, the Merchant prinoo, steed on the yreehold. Yet, there Was no mistake. leer persecutor of tho Morning WM the atleinai of the nurttM° she Still held Clutched fn hvr trembling hand. His wife, watching Mtn intently, noted the start of surprise, and heard the exclamation that he Crushed bank as hie eyes fell upon Doris, "This young lady, Miss Brandon, has applied for tbo position of oompauion to mo, Lawrence," explained Mrs. Dor- chester. ,A perfect rapture of delight shone in his blank oyes. "She is admirably suited for it, I am pure --most admirably. You cannot do better than engage this very Charming young lady at onee. She will boa capital acquisition to our household, whioh has been dull beyond all endurance." No more embarrassing situation could be imagined. Mrs. Dorchester drew her- self up with a proud, stately air. She grew white to the lips, It pained her to the very heart's coro to have the secret sorrow of her lite thus rudely laid bare before this young stran- ger. "Engage this pretty girl, by all means, my dear," he said. turning to his wife with a low bow. "I am glad to see yea are overcoming your prejudice. My wife has always had a constitutional horror of pretty faces, as I have a constitutional liking for them," he said, with a laugh, turning to Doris. "I leave you to make your own arrangements, I shall be ploased to see you installed in my house." With a very elaborate bow to both, he quitted the room, smiling to Doris as ho olosed the door. "My husband does nob moan anything by his flowerymanner of speech," said Mrs. Dorchester, forcing a painful smile to her white, trembling lips. .And. Doris saw the effort she made to Control her- self. Then, after a pause, the unhappy lady looked up at her. "I am very sorry," she said, "very sorry; but you are too young. I -I need some ono older than you. I oannut en- gage you." Doris understood perfectly why the un- happy lady had changed her mind so suddenly. She was hut an innocent child, yet she wis rapidly learning many of life's hard lessons. "I ant sorry," said Doris, gently. "You would not have been in peace here," sighed the lady. "I -I -was mad, I think, not to have thought of this be- fore. I am sorry I have detained you. Good 'nerving, child. I wish you well." Doris quitted the grand mansion that held so much splendid misery, feeling as though one of the gates of life had been closed behind her. She must try again and again: it was useless to give up. She knew very well that sho must flncl work or -starve. She wondered, vaguely, why the man- ageress of the agency had sent her to the very house of the man against whom she had warned her. It had been a mistake. While speaking of hint tho manageress had unintention- ally jotted down that address. There was but one remaining place to go to, and, wearily enough, Doris wend- ed her way there. Again Doris was ushered into a sump- tuous drawing -room, and the little serv- ing -maid announced td the mistress, Mrs. Vane, that a very pretty young woman hacl been sent from the agency this time. "I hope she will suit," sighed Mrs. Vane, descending to the drawing -room. She was quite pleased with Doris. "I will see what my daughter thinks about engaging you for her younger sister. I usually consult her in everything, Send Miss Isabel here," she said to the serv- ant who responded to the touch of the bell. "Dear me! what can she want?" cried a petulant voice in the upper corridor, and a moment later a young lady. with her hair still in curl papers, and a rather soiled blue silk wrap , entered the FOWL "My doer," said the 'f other humbly. "this young girl has come to apply for the position of governess to your little sister, Daisy. Do you think she would suit us?" Isabel Vane stared haughtily at the lovely, flower-like face, and after a few remarks, rose and quitted the room, call- ing her mother to join her for a moment. "You will excuse me for a few mo- ments," said Mrs. Vane, anxious to make up in kindness for her daughter's lank of courtesy. Doris bowed. She soon heard the daughter in a high dispute with the mother in an adjoining room. "I really believe you have taken leave of your senses to even think of bringing a girl like that into the house for Cap- tain Alden to see and fall in love with." "She seems like such a nice, modest young person, Isabel," said the mother -"really the nicest who has applied yet. She Could be kept well in the background Contracted a Heavy Cold. It Became a Lung Splitting Cough. Mr. .1. H. Richards, 1852 Second Ave. East, Vancouver, B.C., writes: "Allow me to write a few lines in praise of your Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. Last fall I contracted a heavy cold which left me with a hacking cough and every time I would get a little more cold this hacking cough would become a lung splitting one. It kept on getting worse and I kept on spending money buying different cough remedies until a friend asked me iUI had ever tried Dr, Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. S told him I was willing to try anything I thought would cure and on the same day bought two bottles, Be- fore half the first ono wee Mibi my cough began to get much easier, and by the time I had used a bottle and's half my cough WWI gone. I am keeping the other half bottle in case it should come again, but I am sure I haven positive cure. Let me recommend Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup ru to all who suffer from a cough or threat h 0 irritation of any kind." g So great has been the success of this wonderful remedy, it is only natural that numerous Peraone have o tried to imitate it Don't be impposed upon by taking anything but "Dr. Wood e." Put tip in a yellow wrapper; three pine trees the trade mark; price 25 cents. !�r�Maanufactured only by The T. Milburn l" .Lted,.Toronto, Ont.:: when the captain is here. X could manage that, I ain sure." "If she knew there was a handsome young roan coming to the house whom your daughter wished to marry, rest assured the ertfiel minx would contrive to put herself in his way, Nq, no, she must not, she shall not come. I won't have her, I say. Yon ought to have known she 'wouldn't suit the moment YOU, looked at her. A pretty governess in the house to try to outwit me with my lover! I say it isn't to be thought off He's Doming to call for me this forenoon to go riding in the park; got her out of the house before he comes," she Dried, siring. Isatlel Vane flounced upstairs, and her mother returned to Doris, never , dream - Jag she had heard all, "I am sorry. You aro a little too in- experienced, I fear," she said, kindly, "I am sorry, but I cannot engage you." Tears sprang to Doris's pretty blue oyes, and that quite distressed the gentle, tender-hearted lady. She arose quickly to depart.. "Stay a moment, my good girl," said Mrs. 'Vane, laying a kindly hand on her arm "Perhaps I can put you in the way of obtaining a good position. Now that I think of it, I remember Mrs. Thorn- ron, the banker's wife, wants a com- panion. I will give you a note to her." The words had hardly left her lips ere Doris threw -up her hands, and fell in a dad faint upon the floor. CHAPTER XII. --IN THE SERV- AN'L'S' HALL. When Doris opened her eyes, she found Mr„, Vane bending cwor her in the great- est consternation. Out in the corridor Miss Isabel's voice Mild be heard, shrilly giving orders that the girl must be taken from the drawing -room down to the servants' hall, without delay. "It will not be necessary," said Doris, struggling to her feet. "I am going now, madame." "\Vas it the closeness of the room that made you faint, my poor child? or -or did you faint from want of -of food, or anything of that kind? Pardon me, I could not send you away so, if it was,' said Mrs, Vane, pitying the sweet, death white face. Doris flushed. "It was pnly a sudden faintness .tint seized me, madame -a sharp pain at my heart," she answered, truthfully; but she did not add that it was the mention of her handsome, faithless young hus- band's mother's name that brought that terrible pain there. Frederick's mother wanted a compan- ion. Dare she -the forsaken bride, the injured young wife -go to her? The very thought almost took her breath away, aid bewildered her. Her head was in a whirl; her heart boat so load and so fast, she was sure the lady must hear it. "I hope you will be successful, my child," said Mrs. Vane, bowing her out of the drawing -room. "Too pretty to suit," whispered the maid to Doris as she led the way to tho front door. "If you went to Lamartine, and got him to paint a few wrinkles on your taco, you would not find 1t half as hard too get a place." "Who is Lamartine?" asked Doris, scarcely knowing herself why she asked the question. "Ho is the man to whom every one in New York uoes for disguises," laughed the maid. "He can change any ono so completely that one can hardly recognize one's self. Why, a forger who had taken a great amount of money lately, stayed near the scene of the robbery for weeks. Ho was so cleverly disguised, his own brother did not know him. \Vhen the ffnir leaked out, it was found he had ween to Lamartine." Doris's every nerve thrilled as she lis- tened. A sudden idea flashed through her brain -Why should she not go to Lamartine? If he Could disguise her in perfect safety, sho would dare to enter her husband's home. Different characters yield to different temptations. '1 he temptation to enter the home of Frederick's mother -look upon the face of the husband who had so ruthlessly deserted her, almost at the very altar -was so sweet, so subtle, sho could not resist it, for, heaven help her, in spite of all, site loved her handsome young husband still. "Loved him with a bitter yearning that would never pass away; Loved him with a ceaseless passion that would never know decay." Yes, she would go to Lamartine. It must have been fate that caused the maid at Mrs. Vane's to utter those words to her. She found the place with but little difficulty. It was noon hour, and Mon- sieur's parlors were for the time deserted. Doris entered timidly, and n moment later the dapper little "artist," as he chose to call himself, appeared. ".You wish to see ate, madame?" he said. "In what can I bo of service to you?" "I want -a disguise," she answered, "so complete -so perfect=I could not be recognized by any one who over saw mo before." "It will bo difficult to find one like that," he said, looking at the lovely young face in intense surprise. "A mys- tery, a romance; perhaps an elopement will be the outcome of this affair," he thought. "1 see a way to meet your wishes, madame," he saki aloud, "but it will be a sad pity to ehunge such a face -for any reason; still, if you desire it to be done, I shall comply, of course." "I want it done," said Doris. Ile gave her a hand basin containing a dark, clear liquid and a sponge, sat bade her sponge her face lightly with the mixture; and though she had Colne thee. purposely for tho disguise, now that sho was on tho point of acquiring 14, !leer whole soul rose in rebellion igainet it, Monsieur Lamartine saw her hesita- tion, and fanoled that she was anxious about her clear, white, delicate skin. "You need not fear it," ho said; "the liquid is quite harmless. All trace of it will disappear if yott tree this," showing hor a bottle of clear amber liquid. "Three drops of this, put into cold water will, at any time, remove the stain. Bathe your face well with the sponge." Sho obeyed hint shrinkingly. Then, indicating another scat before a table covered ith toilet articles and in- numerable labeled bottle*, he bade her -unbind het lovely golden etude. For quite half an hour he busied him- self over the long, shining tresses, Then heasked her to look in the glass. Doris looked, and sat staring in wonder at the Strange face the mirror reflected, She would never have recognized her own self. ?Aho saw a dark -brown face. Clark arched eyebrows and lashes, a low fore. head halt reveated, half concealed by a Mita Of dark, wavy hair, "If those blue eyed'lvere hilt black you would be a perfect brunette, and the ehango in your appearance complete. Are you satisfied?" Doris bowed hex' head in assent. When, sho paid Monsieur Lamartine his charges, she found She had not one cont left, "I hope whatever objeot this has to, serve is an honorable one, and may therefore help your purpose," he said, bowing Doris out of the parlor, Out on the street Doris shrank horn the gaze of passersby. It almost seemed to her they must know she was not whist she represented herself to be, Though she had adopted this measure for looking again upon her husband'I face, hearing his voice, remaining un recognized herself, there was semothinl so false and deceptive about it that het sweet, Candid nature rebelled against it; yet the one passionate, Craving desire t1 enter the home of the husband who had deserted her led her 00. 13y patient inquiry Doris found that the barn of the 'Thorntons was in tlx suburbs of the metropolis. She wet obliged to walk the distance. At lengtt sho reached the villa. Ab! what a mag nificent place it wee! -on the brow of the hill that sloped gently to the gilt tering Hudson. Her heart gave a great bound. Thii was Frederick's home! Timidly she entered the great archeo gateway and walked up the long, paved walk to the house. Green, velvety, closo-shaven lawns, brilliant with beds of rare flowers, dotted here and there, stretched out on either side. Marble statues gleamed amid the green foliage, and fountains rippled in the sunshine, Gorgeous peacocks strutted over the greensward, and song -birds swung gayly to and fro in their gilded cages on the verandas of the grand stone house, ".Ah me!" sobbed Doris, bitterly, "was there ever such a bitter fate as mine? I should be coming her to -day as Frederick's happy bride, instead of creep- ing up to these doors, applying for the position of paid companion to his haughty lady mother." Suddenly from around the corner of the building sprang a large, ferocious blood -hound, and at his heels was a tall slip of a girl; in a fluttering white dress, her rod, tangled hair flying in the breeze, her cheeks glowing, and her eyes bright with the excitement.. Doris's heart beat fast. Intuitively, she knew this must be Frederick's young- est sister-"Trixy, the ri as be y, h Romp," had designated her. Before she could take but that first fleeting glance, the dog had observed the stranger, and sprang toward her with a loud, savage growl. Doris recoiled in terror, tittering a piteous cry of dismay. "Down, Tiger, down," Dried Trixy Thornton, seizing the dog by the Dollar as she gained his side quite out of breath. "For shame, frightening a stran- ger so. "He won't harm you," she said, turn- ing to Doris, "Ho looks big and feroci- ous, but he's only an overgrown puppy. Who did you wish to see?" she asked, coating closer to Doris, and looking curiously into the sweet, sad, dark face. "Mrs. Thornton," replied Doris. "I have brought a letter front Mrs. Vane. I have come to apply for the position of companion to Mrs. Thornton." "My gracious! you'd make a much better companion for rno," laughed Trixy, shaking bank her mane of tangled red curls, and whistling for the dog to follow. "Come this way, please. You shall see mamma at once. I hope she will engage you." Doris s heart warmed to the impulsive girl at once. She could have knelt down beside her, and kissed her pretty white hands. Trixy led Doris directly to her mo- ther's boudoir. "Mamma," she said, "here is a young lady who brings you a letter from Mrs. Vane." Mrs. Thornton glanced up languidly from her book. and motioning Doris to a seat, carefully perused the letter. "Airs. Vane has omitted mentioning your name. May I inquire what it is?" sho asked at length. "Doris Carlisle," replied Doris, faint- ly, and she shuddered, recalling the old trite and true lines: - "Oh, what a tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive." No one ever yet practiced a deception but what she found herself entangled in many more to escape the consequences of the first. It was so with poor Doris. " You are quite young, Miss Carlisle," replied Mrs. Thornton, turning a pair of dark eyes on her, that reminded her so much of Frederick's. % "Still. you could have no better recommendation than a letter from Mrs. Vane. Dear me, Miss Carlisle, what are you gazing at so in- tently?" It was a portrait in crayon of Fred- erick Thornton. Doris was gazing at tho pictured, smiling face with her heart in her eyes. Mrs. Thorriton's remark, and the haughty wonder of her voice, recalled Doris's scattered senses. "`the portrait is -is -so like your face, madame," stammered Doris, confusedly. "It is the portrait of my son," replied Alga. Thornton, the frown clearing from her face once more. She was always pleased when any one spoke of a resem- blance between her handsome son and herself. This proud, cold woman loved her daughters after her own stately fashion. but she fairly idiolized her son. To Doris'o inters: es51e t, atter as. swering the usual questions, Mrs. Thornton decided to engnge her as com- panion, "When can you come, Miss Carlisle?" sho asked. ".At once," replied Doris, fearing to leave her lost she should ehange her mind. "That will please me," said Mrs, Thornton. "Your luggage can be emitter to -morrow." Thus it wail that poor, hapless Doris, the deserted young bride, gained an en- trance into the household of her mother- in•law. Only heaven could have foretold where this rash step was to lend. It would have been bettor for Doris had death claimed her then and there. CHAPTER XIsle-WRITING LET- TERS. "1 I hate not done an lin/indent thing in engaging this young girl," thought 'etre. Thornton, laying down her book, and gazing thoughtfully out of the window. "There seeme something strange about her --something 1 cannot quite comprehend. If ever there was a tragedy in a human face, there is one written in hers." (Po be eentinued.) 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