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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Times, 1903-06-25, Page 7TII E WI?1GJIA.1i TIES, JUNE 25, 19 i3 i A Cruel Revenge 4,0 BY LAURA JEAN LIBBBY ti Author of "A Broken Betrothal," "Parted at the Altar," C G "The Heiress of Cameron Hall," Etc, Ete. , w*iTH�*Tss�+u4E+W*A9gm�5y*.K7wEk.W•y__��__��C breast as he folded his arms across his broad chest and stoodazin atg 8 a r1or withtiof first angryYII light blitzing g i' -in his eyes she had over ween there. 1"Raymond," she faltered, with a .suspicion of tears in her voice, "don't look at me like that. What (have I done?" q For answer he drew forth the note she had written him and placed it in her hands. . "What is the meaning of all this mystery, Rosebud?" he cried, hoarso- 1y. "1 am not a school -boy to ale - 'predate a practical joke .of this - kind. Where have you been?" Ile saw the quastron strike her as l' lightning sometimes strikes a fair tree. The color faded from her as she tried to answer, but words diad away in af int aur .as she buried her face in her little tromhiing white hands. "Where were you last night, Bose- , bud?" he repeated, gravely, "As .your husband, I have the right to know." Poor Rosebud! In her reckless des- I peration sho uttered the first excuse ' that entered her .poor, little, tortur- •ed brain. "1 was at the house of a friend," she stammered, "and sent the note-- •I just for a—joke—to try your loge— to see• -se. anything could make you angry-1with Inc." in a moment ho had caught her in his strong arms, covering her pale face with passionate, forgiving kiss- es. She was scarcely more than a child, this artless, pretty little bride of his. All young girls were more er less roguish and mischievous; Little Rosebud, although a wife, was no exception, he thought, quite asham- ed of himself for greeting her so rudely. "I hope you will never try my love in that way again, darling," he t1 cried, fondly. "Why, I lived over ten years of torture in that one night!" he said, drawing leer arm within his own and walking toward the house. • "!no you love me so much, Ilay- mond?" she questioned, eagerly. "Love you?" he repeated. "words •can not express how much! All the brightness of my life is centered in you. I never quite realized until last night how Hutch you are to me, Inv darling." Ile felt the slight form tremble like I an aspen leaf in his fond, caressing I�Itcsp. A day came, not far distant, es when he looked back at that scene •.and knew why. "But you have not told One at I whose home you cwere, dear," he ':said, suddenly. • i Rosebud raised her blue eyes in. %startled alarm to his face. 1 "You are not to ask me anything ;more about it," she replied, evasive - 1 ly, "until I choose to tell you of my own accord. You must begin to ;take ,your first lesson in patience to -day. Perhaps one of these days I shall Stave a grand surprise for you." She had answered his question at 1 random, and trusted blindly to fate :to help her out of the terrible strait Fby some happy thought. If she could only gain time—just a little j time, to think it all out! ' ' Raymond never once imagined the I deception being practiced upon hint. 1 Ile never once imagined but what :she had met some lady friend at the flower -show, with whom she had I dined and passed the night, sending I.the note to tease hits into jealousy. "IIe would never ask another clues - tion about it," he told himself, gay- s ashamed of himself for making a .mountain out of a mole -hill. "Why, where is your ring, Rose- bud?" he asked, suddenly, missing 1 the ring from the little trembling 1: hand he held clasped in his. "Why, I your wedding -ring is gone!" • Again poor Little Rosebud felt like crying out. The lquestion had pierced her heart sharp as a poison - •ed dagger. ' She had hoped against hope that rite would not miss it until she had .had time to redeem it. "I—I—lost it," faltered tho miser- able little culprit, recklessly, gun- ; Weis uer;bing outright. .i files Torture Many People "Was that why you retrained away with your friend?" he asked, sudden- ly. "Surely you have not been searching for it at11 night—surely my Little Rosebud hap not been co fool- ish as all that! Is that the mighty secret you were so anxious to keep from me? I have heard that it is an unlucky oaten to lose one's wedding - ring. Still, I ant not superstitious; and, if it can not be found, you shall have the finest diamond money can buy to replace it." Rosebud looked up into his face in eloquent thankfuintss. She. looked so pretty, so bewilder- cd, between sorrow and joy, yet so piteously uncertain, that Raymond gazed. at her will ill -concealed mirt r as he hissed the spareling tear- drops front her blue eves. "You have not rested well, dear; I see it in your fine," he said, bend-. ing tenderly over her. •'I want you to go to your room and rest now," he said, authoritatively; "after that I will show you a letter I received. from Now York yesterday, which I have been tamest afraid to show you. n "A letter—front New York— you feared to show me!" she gasped, reel- ing against a marble statue that stood in a niche in the corridor, her bice eyes widening with a nameless :.dread. "Was the letter about me; liayrnond?" A sudden impulse to tease her came over her young husband. "What would you say if I wore to answer ',yes'?" ho replied, quizzical- ly. She looked at him with all of her yearning heart in her eyes. A mad, wild thought had entered her brain for one brief moment; to throw her- self on her knees at her young hus- band's feet, and confess all, crying out blindly that if he cast her from hire she would die then and there at his feet! Should she throw herself on his Mercy and trust to his adoring love? "Ah, God help tae, I dare not! Ev- en though it broke his heart and crushed his love, honor, pride, and justice would compel hire to turn from ane!„ Poor Little Rosebud kissed the strong white hands that held her own so tenderly, and the touch of her sweet lips was like velvet, "I would cry out to heaven never to take you from me!" she cried out, vehemently. "My darling! my darling! how I love you! I could not live if—if you waxed to care for me!" Raymond Leslie could hardly be- lieve it was Little Rosebdd, who had always been so shy and resereed in her expressions of love for hilt, who poured forth such an eloquent torrent of love which almost startled him. And these words haunted Trim all that sunlit summer day. Little dreaming of the terrible consequences which would arise from that one action, and without Inen- tioning the fact to Rosebud, Ray- mond Leslie inserted an advertise- ment in the Inoreing papers for the lost diamond, thus dealing the win- ning cards of merciless fate directly into the hands of Percy Fielding. CIIAPTER XXIX. "Mho ds not understand the nature of their aliment, and hesitate to undergo a Local examination. Piles, or hemorrhoids, are small tumors, • Which form in and about the orifice of the 4rectum. Theyare mused byan enlarged ed and inflamed condition ofthe veins which are •fiery numerous in this portion o,f the body. Piles frequently attack women during the ex- -;pectant period or after childbirth. In bleeding piles the hemorrhage is some. ' times so profuse as to cause death. Protruding piles are the most dreaded 'because it is commonly believed that a surgical operation is the only means of cure. Any form of piles causes dreadful suffering •.on account of the itching and burning which accompany them. One can scarcely walk at times, and during the night, when the body :� is warmr g` suiferiis intense. Dr. Chase's Ointment is the only absolute :and guaranteed cure for every form of piles. it has a record of cures unparalleled in the +history of medicine. 60 cents a box, at all dealers, .or Edmanson, Bates and Co., • Toronto. To protect you against irritations (the portrait and signature of br. ;A. W. Chase, ahe fxnottt teceipt.itook author, are rel evCry thee. "Well," said Paul Howard, folding up the paper Fielding had just hand- ed hint, "what elo you propose to do about it?" "Do about what?" asked Fielding, indifferently, pulling blue clouds of smoke from his cigar which he held daintily between his white fingers. "Why, the diamond ring, of course," replied Howard, imrpaticnt- fy. "It would afford you an excel- lent opportunity for an interview with Raymond Leslie. Shall you We advantage of it?" "Of course," assents Fielding, lazily, leaning back in his chair. I shall see charming Little Rosebud first, however," he went on, "and if she consents to go with me quietly, well and gocd; if not, you know the alternative we agreed upon." The eyes of the two men met in a meaning glance. "There is every reason to believe the tower of the old light -house oft the point is just the place, if' you could once cage your bird there. She would be dead to the world; no ono would over search for her there, There are so many treacherous rocks around that part of the coast, and so many wrecks have occurred in that vicinity the place is shunned; it has a sort of an ugly name," said Howat il. "Po you think that villainous old light -house keeper is to be trusted?" said Fielding. thoughtfully. "efoney will iso anything!" replied Howard, significantly. "I have made safe surearrangements, Eve ree thing will bo in complete readi- ness." As reckless and desperate as Percy Fielding had become, it etelden rush et shame swept over his evil heart at the terrible plot they were tt#,out to consummate, as his thoughts flew back to that summer night when he had sat in the cherry -tree opposite Rosebud's window, urging her to marry hien and escape front her stepmother's tyranny, as he clasped her little pink hands, watching the varying emotions that crossed her pretty, dimpled, childish 'face in the moonlight. that I had latoWn then t at hitt ud Was to be heiress of "1'he Moses, I 'Would not have trade Such is. eon - imamate fool of myself," he .nutter - rill. "Still, who could have hel^ed loving fair little Rosebud Arclen. "I hope you don't intend to hack A little Sunlight Soap will clean cut glass and other articles until they shine and sparkle. Sunlight Soap will wash other things. than Clothes. cut now," remarked Howard, sneer- tngly, lis be watched the varying mottoes chum over Fielding's We. "1 thought you had more spi it than that," he continued. "The knowledge that she loathes your very memory ought to be an it:ccnt- ive for the keenest revenge " 11' knew that he had touched the right cord when Fielding's fa'o grew stark and gloomy, and he mut- tered something that sounded like an imprecation from between his clinched teeth. "You are right, Howard," he said, at length. "Why should T revive that old boyish love for a pretty face, a pair of bewitching blue eyes, and a rosy mouth, when their owner de- spises tae. It was but a momentary weakness that I don't very often in- dulge. In; and now 'Richard is him- self again.' " "That's more as it should be," commented Iloward,. "I owe Ray- mond Leslie an old grudge, and I shall glory in seeing hint trample 1 down in the very dust with shame. We are both interested in this mutter ;you see." Fielding trade no answer, idly toy- ing with the ring that sparkled on his white, aristocratic, shapely hand. "Well," he cried, starting to bis feet, abruptly, "I might as well in- terview my charming Little Rosebud at on" "Veryce.true," remarked Iloward, dryly, "delays are said to be danger- ous." 1 "I can noleunde!'st'an;l what this" utrage means!" she said, steadily (and In the coke, vibrating ernes there Was not one tone resembling I her own—it almost eeertned to her , another voice had gram the woods). I "You are the mire young Ivan who I impertinently scut me a bouquet at the flower -show, What do you mean I by it? Why do yon address me eta I Rosehud? If 1 were • to . c•all my hus- band or the servants it would. go 1 hard with you," she said, haughtly, wavily; hint aside. "Leave these grounds at once." Ikercy Fielding had expected week womanly tears nhen they stood at last face to face. .:,And lie was cone- plotely amazed at her cool denial, 1)id she actually meals to defy him? He laughed aelle mocking laugh.n gh. "Are you not Rosebud Fielding, my wife?" he asii'e:i, a dark Woe crowing Ids face that was not plea- sant to ere. Not one lineament of her proud young face quivered; the cold blue eyes that met his never wavered, nor did her voice falter as sho answered Proudly: "No, I am not the Rosebud for whom you seek: you are surely mad to imagine Seth a thing." "Do you deny you are Rosebud Fielding, my wife?" he cried, fairly foaming with rage, "fay heaven, ,Your coolness and atud'a.city are charming; but you forget you have a desperate man to deal with, and your denial will not work. I say you are my wife, and 1 will claim. you before the whole world." "The man is certainly mad," she said aloud, picking up her book in cool disdain. "What folly to handy words with him," and piecing up her its e garden -shawl she was about to sweep haughtily pit him when he planted himself directly in her path, stlILdn'g the often book from her white hands in his ungovernable rage. 1)o not take that course with nice Rosebud," he said, savagely. "L wonder that you dare do it. Re- member, you are in my power. One word from me and you are hurled front your present height of g'ancleur to the lowest depths of infamy and disgrace." You al'e evidently mistaken, sir," she said, haughtily. "Perhaps 1 ant unfortunate cuough to closely re- semble he:; whom you tall Rosebud, but 1 ant not she," site answered, bravely, She looked so brave and undaunted that for one brief instant Percy Fielding almost belie: t 'd there might somehow be a mistake. Could it be possible she was not Rosebud after all? "No, no," he told himself, dogged- ly. It was IRorelurd who t toed be- fore hint; the pretty, diinl:led, fair- haired little creature before hint was ReFebucl, his wife. No other, face in all the wide, wide world could be like hers. Ile would know that fair, soft, curling flaxen hair, that lay in Stift, infantile rings over her white forehead anywhere; and the name Rosebud was not a common ene; he had never known of but one Rose- bud. She ceetainly must be 'Weed, d, his wife. "You had better listen to reason," he said, angrily, "and not irritate ate, er it will be the worse for you. Because I was unfortunate you de- serted me and fled with the wealthy young banker," he said, sneeringly. "But how long rho you thick he would stand by you if he knew you had at this moment another Ins - band?" "Let ale pass!" exclaimed Rose- bud. "1 certainly declare that 1 ant not, nor was I ever wife of yours. How dare you detain ate, sir? I will call my husband.'•' "Do so, my charming wife," re- torted Fielding, fairly livid with suppressed rage. "I am desirous of making that gentleman's acquaint- ance, and politely requesting him to restore Inc my wife, who has the cool effrontery to repudiate my prior claims. One word from me and the honorable Raymond Leslie will spurn you from him. 1 am quite confident you have never told him you were a convirt's bride before you wedded him. Do not turn love to hate, Rosebud. Come, fly with me now, and 1 will forgive you for your cruel desertion. We will go far away where the past shall never be dis- covered and begin life anew; )chat do you say?" "Leave me, you vile .wretch!" crie;l the poor tortured young creature, turning upon him as a stag at bay turns on the hounds that goad it on to death and destruction. "I defy you! 1 ant the wife of the noblest h)an who ever lived, whom I worship almost to madness. I am not your wtfe, anti.` I repeat I never was your wife. No, no, I ant not your wife. My husband would have little mercy upon you if you dared breathe such a false story to hint, and the whole world would laugh you to scorn." "The conscclmence of your own fol- ly rests upon your own head. Yon defy inc to the last—well, we shall see. What would yon say if 1 were to send for ;!Saud Arden and your stop -mother, and for the justice of the peace who )Harried us, and the two witnesses, his wife and daugh- ter, who saw the ceremony perform- ed? In the face of all this evidence, would you dare deny that you aro Rosebud 7'ieIding, my wife? Iia! you would not dare deny my claim thea." •Phile my breath lasts 1Audi 1 hem but one answer!" she cried, brave and dauntless to the bitter end. "I am. not your, wife." "We shall soon see," he declared, turning on his heel with a diaboli- cal laugh. * * * * * * * That afternoon Rosebud refused to drive with Raymond, declaring she was quite fatigued, and nothing would do her so much good as a few hours' rest and solitude. Raymond had shown her the letter requesting him to go to New York, and had been almost overwhelmed with astonishment when his young wife threw her arms around his neck, begging piteously to accompany him. Ile could not comprehend his pret- ty, willful little bride. Only the week before she had pillowed her fair flax- en curls on his breast, sobbing be- muse he had merely hinted about a trip to New York, de::laring she was so much happier here; now she was begging to go. "You are certainly a marl°, Rosebud," he said, laugh- ingly. "I am amused to find you so truly a woman. " 'You will not when you may, Anil you will when I say nay." he sung in his rich melodious voice. "Unfortunately, 1 can not make any arrangements to go before a fort- night," he said, bending down to kiss her coral lips as he left the room; A fortnight. Ah, what night hap- pen in that time! She picked up a book of poems and wandet el out into the garden to her favorite noel; -a little green mossy bower of trailing vines and climbing pink -and -white roses that met in an arch about her heed. She looked around upon her hus- band's fair 'domain with a sigh of unutterable content. "I wish Raymond and I could have lived hero forever in this beau- tiful spot; it has been like a glimpse of heaven -life; still, if I had Ray- mond, I would be 'content to live in a desert," she murmured, half aloud. She glanced around at the broad, shaded, velvety lawn, and the foun- tain rippling in the sunshine, at the odorous beds of roses and the state- ly mansion beyond, that looked like a poem carved instone with its ancient turrets and balconies, think- ing what a pity it was she must go away. A shadow fell between her and the sunshine—a young man was scaling the garden wall and making directly for the bower in which she sat. In an instant the blood seemed cul;dling in her veins, as he turned his dark, handsome, evil face toward her. "Heaven. pity me! Oh, Raymond, my love, my level you are lost to me forever! My enemy has tracked me down! It is Percy Fielding!" she gasped. Should she turn and fly from hint? "I will deny that I am the Rose- bud Arden wholes he Wedded that fatal night. 1 will make a desperate resistance. I will deny it to the bit- ter end for Raymond's sake. My love, my love!" oho wailed out, sharply. Hor lovely face pn.k'd to the hue of death and a mist swarth before her eyes; then a proud flush rose to her pale cheeks—a flush horn of in- tense despair and reckless despera- tion. HIe was standing before her, hat in hang, a cruel, diabolical smile light- ing up his fate, every lineament of which she remembered h embe red well. r "Rosebud!" he cried, advancing 50 cIore she could feed his hot breath against her marble -cold blow. "Rosebud, lily wife, I have found you at last. I ant Percy fielding, your husband." In that instant the crisis of her lite had conte. All of her future de - Waded upon her answer. An icy hand scented clutching at her throat, and the very ale stented to stifle her. • She arose, drawing herself up to her full height, glancing at him so haughtily and steadily his eyes fell before her proud, serene gam. She could have cried aloud in tsar guise, praying the blue heavens to fall upon and hide her• Yet she Was outwardly taint; only the tight elinehing of the tiny vhite band elutebing the lire at her breast betrayed that she was not its taint es ehe alMet.rvtl, wretched ;;del. "Ruin lies on all skits of n.0! ills love tempted MO SO," sbi sobled, "end if I had net inar•ried hint my life would have been a blank." No idle 50014. lea came in this hitter augur to ease iter conscience er take away the stag of her sorrow, Rosebud no longer excueelt herself or SAW things through a false medi- um. Nile stood face to face with, the full extent of her folly--Wit'hh no veil of illusion hiding the cruel re.. salty front her- "W'as 1 mad to do It?'" she cried out wildly. 'lensed not a child have bear wiser and 111ore l)rucient?•' She lied braved all to win Bay- montl Leslie's les O. She had won it, and now her t -11h °wtrs finding her 11 . 0 t "it has all been wrong," sho cried, "from beginning to end, and nothing could undo pitiit!" het she felt the ful truth, if all the love in the world were com- pressed into one heart It would offer no excuse to hadscuue, honorable Itaylnond Leslie for what she hall done. She realised slimly: "Man's hive is of Inan'a life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence." "I might have been so happy here," she wailed, "if my enemy hail not trttc',c•d me down!" But, through all her sorrow, how Avenge it was she did not for ono moment. repent fcr what t:'he bird Her et agci:i .ing :re, was, "Why could it not have lasted forever—I was so happy here?" ITe .would not see Raymond to -day, she told hostel; he would perfect his plan of t;e,•_c'nee, today, end to -mor- row the d;'eiuled blow would fall. "•1 shall ha"0 a fury hours more of happiness!" she cried, springing quickly to her vett."Why ant I wasting the redden Moments?" A sudd'cn hope sprung up in her heart. All was not yet lost. If sho could only persuade Raymond to leave for New York that very night, the calamity might be averted, and the sword which hung above her head might not fall yet. "He loves me now," she cried out, wildly, "why not persuade him, with that love, to fly from here at once— go to New Yer.c—to Euroi'e—travel ceeselcssly —anywhere—anywhere to escape Percy Fielding and the detec- tion :that may one day overtake me? All I ask from Heaven, in this world is Raymond's love!" she cried, beseechingly, raising her white hanC•,s up to the blue sky. "Why should it be denied me? I can not lose the only blessing life holds for. ate! Let 1Ileaven ask any other sacrifice th,.n that, and I will not murmur; but I can not give up Raymond's love—my heart and very soul would wither Itwithout. the sunshine of his love! I will not lose heart," she sail—"not even yet. I will succeed, or I will die! Through the branches of the trees the saw Raymond approaching in search of her, and she saw by his careless, buoyant step and happy, milling face he had not seen Percy fielding yet. "Why, what is the matter, darl- ing?" cried Raymond.. "Ilow ill you look! What is it?" 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