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HSR SLZOND LOVE
A STORY OF LOVE AND AQv$ iTVRe,
BERTHA
CLAY
1
Author of to Between Two Loves,"
"Which Loved Him Rest," "A Fatal
Wedding," "A Woman's Vengeance,'r
"Between Two Sins,"
And now the last stone of the altar
'where she had worshipped intellect
had fallen, and sho wished herself a
higher, butter nature to offer him;
but not of mind—of soul. She had
never cared for herself as she did
then, or wished more earnestly that
'.sho were better worth. .
CHAPTER XVI.
The two ladies spent several days
.at Millthorpc Grange without any
it cident of note occurring. Some
!.c4her guests arrived: Mrs. Lumsden,
who recalled to Ceorgy her long for-
! mer visit at the saute house, and
how different all things were to her
: then;—one or two gentlemen, whose
names and attributes are of no con-
Isequence here; --and then Mrs. Ever-
ett, the deepest gloom of whose wi-
dowhood was held to be passed.
The children had run home first, on
the afternoon when she arrived. They
• were carrying baskets of flowers for
the drawing-rootn and the staircase,
.and the ladies were following more
:slowly. "Mrs. Everett is come,
mamma," was announced in the hall.
'The drawing -roots window, which
, was level with the terrace, was open,
and* Constance was sitting in the
i window on a tow stool; some flow-
' •ers were tumbled upon her knee, and
.a heap of them were lying on tho lit-
tle table just above her head. the
bright sun was pouring over her, her
lustreless black gown, and the flow-
ers; the thick rolls of her fair hair,
.so like that of Titian's ladies, was
.golden in the sunlight, and the pic-
ture would have been almost too
bright without her black robes. The
t..Afghan's praise of a young English-
man was fit for her, too: "If she
were to lie down in the shade, there
!would be no shadow there!"
! "Dear Margaret! I am so glad to
'be here, at last; everything is love-
•'ly, and I was sure that it was sum-
rmer till I carte."
I "Why, it is late on ip the year to
,sbe only just aware of it."
"It is so hot and glaring i y the
'seaside, and there is never a tree to
kbe seen."
' "I thought you would like it."
"So I did, once, but I never wish
''to behold it again; I went there for
I my health, and I know that I
should have had softening of the
f brain if I stayed;" and she pushed
up her open white sleeves, and clasp -
',.ed her white arms above her head.
' She was restless and excited all
that day, and cut short her friend
'Margaret whenever she mentioned
any. member of the Stanley family;
'•whilst Mrs. Lewis, on her part, was
' rather beginning to wonder what
her friendship with the Stanleys and
the visible adoration of Sir Hugh
•would bring forth.
"Georgy, said Mrs. Everett, next
•morning, "come and sit on the ter-
race and tell me all the news—I am
':so glad to see you again;" and her
pleasant beaming smile corroborated
! the words. "Is any one else corn-
ing hero?"
1 !"Mr. Erskine, in a day or tv;o-•»
ono one else that I know of."
"James Erskine, — Mr. Erskine
.coming 1"—she said slowly, looking
. into the distance as if sho was
I thinking of something else. "I am
!.so bored by all these people, I wish
1 Mrs. Lumsden and everybody was
gone ; what a tiresome woman sho
is 1'"
"Rather ; but sho cannot do us
any harm," said Georgy, quietly.
"If there is an odious thing, it is
!.an Englishwonutn that does French.
1 believe that she has been to Paris
.once, for a week, and sho behaves as
if all other lands were strange to
'her. How pleasant it is here 1—one
is always glad of summer ; but • I
have never been so glad before, per -
:haps because it is all that I have
•to rejoice over."
"Mrs. Everett, I do not think
that."
"Oh, Georgy, how small and nar-
row life is, compared to what one
.dreamt it once : do you remember
that bit in Petrarch ?—
. 'Conosciuto it monde
Non create, nazi si scema, ed assai
n vasto
as
to
'L'ctra sonante, o Palma terra, 0 0
mare
Al fanciullin, the non al saggio
appare.'--
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'wins in the Back
1 for
Twenty
Years
1
i• Could not tarn over in bed—Kidneys and
bladder affected -experienced great
suffering.
I Old people learn to trust in Dr. Chase's
KidneyLiver Pills, for when all other treat-
ments fail this great medicine seems to go
directly to the diseased part, and promptly
affords relief and cure.
Mn. DAVID MISSNER, farmer r , Port Robin.
i.son, Welland County, Ontario, writes:—"I
[wish to state to you, that I had a pain in my
back and left side for over twenty years. At
'times I could not turn over in bed, I was so
badly used up. I had cramps in My feet and
, legs,and myhands were so entirely useless
' thscarcely
I could lift anything.
"ICiciney disease was, no doubt, the cause
of all my suffering, and sometimes the urinary
1,, trouble would be so bad that I would have to
;get up five or six times during the } night. Fore tunately, X began using Dr. Chases Kidney-
1
idney1 Liver Pills, find they cured me completely.
I am ee years old, and quite well now, bat
still occasionally use these pills to keep my
system
I have r stem in good order, Several persons to
ycommended Dr. Chase's Kid-
ney -Liver Pills have been equally benefited."
Dr. Chase's Kidney.Liver Pillsr the comfort
of old age, one pill a dose, 2g cents a box, at
all dealers. Portrait and signature of Dr, A.
W, Chase on oozy box"
That is true," she said in her sweet
voice, which, when she spoke grave-
ly and slowly, had a way of vibrat-
ing in its fluency, as if sho were
struggling with sonic poop feeling,
"Yes, that is true to us all some-
times ; but now, the world will sure-
ly have something else to offer you :
you cannot bo tired of it yet,—why
do y;ou not go to Italy ?"
"1 used to long to do so once,
but now I am totally indifferent. I
think sometimes of the man who
yearned after Italy, saying that he
was 'p,vide de pierres taillees,' and
was soon glad to return to the
quiet of nature. They say that love
is a delusion ; but friendship,—so
little account is taken of that ; no
one oven thinks of railing at it."
"But, Mrs. Everett, you have
many friends."
"Very few. I have nothing nearer,
and perhaps never shall have: I have
very few friends, Georgy. Have you
heard any inustc lately ?"
"None ; I wish you would play
now."
"I will, for it will be something to
do."
They went in, and she played a
little while, and then began to talk
again : "How strange it is to look
at any one soberly, with the eyes of
the flesh, when once upon a time you
have loved him."
Georgy laughed at the solemn ex-
pression of such a disenchantment.
Take care you do not tempt the
whole world to go mad for you 1"
she answered.
"Georgy, pray you to be always
kept from the temptation of a grande
passion," retorted Mrs. Everett.
"Why ?"
"Why ? because you are a one-
idead nature, and stopped to con-
sider who, of every ono I knew, could
best illustrate that ; I thought of
you then ; you give me more the im-
pression of being such an one, than
any other person I know."
"Your brains aro wool - gathering
to -day ; but I like to hoar you all
the same."
She sang again, then talked and
sang, beginning almost before the
tears were out of hor eyes. Georgy
listened and admired. That gifted
woman' was always involving her in
a at of wonderment, and those words
of Currer Bell's recurred to her,—
"impressionable, but not Impress-
ible,"—she was changing and yet
true :—
"For surely they're sincerest,
Who aro strongest acted on by what
is nearest."
"You must eing that to Mrs. Ers-
kine," said Georgy, when Mrs. Ever-
ett had finished a recitative of hor
own, half -singing, half -acting.
"Why ?"
"Because she has such an admira-
tion for your acting."
"Does she think I am clever ?"
asked Constance, as simply and anx-
iously as if it were a questionable
fact.
"Who would not ? Is the idea a
new one ?"
Like admiration as she might, she
yet vas not fully, aware of her own
resources ; there was genius in her
nature, and she hardly; knew it. It
was not ono of her least winning
characteristics, her sensitiveness to
praise, and her genuine respect and
gratitude for it, coming even from
those who were not her equals, but
whom it pleased her sincerely to
rank as above her in capacity.
"Dear Mrs. Erskine," said Georgy,
when the rest of the party were sit-
ting In the drawing -room, "you shall
not wear that gown any longer."
They had all abused the gown, and
every one was united in. endeavoring
to put her out of conceit with it.
"Why, what docs the color of my
gowns signify ? I'm an old wo-
man and have no husband to please:
'you young women all care far too
much about dress."
"Do you think that any one can
be well dressed 'e ithout any effort
of one's own,—without bestowing
any thought upon the subject ? I
wish that it were possible," " answer-
od Goorgyt.
"No, you don't, any of you ; for
what would your occupation be ?"
"Indeed," said Mrs. Lewis, " I
should like to set up an elaborate de -
fetter: for woman's love of dress ; I
it is natural andbecom-
ing,
k that
t beco
n
ing, I used really to act upon the
principle of indifference, far more
than I do now ; but my lofty theo-
ries concerning trifles have faded
away, and I don't much believe oven
in woman's mission to set man's
world right."
"My dear, nobody asks you to be-
lieve in suck a thing. I had rather
that you spent all day; dressing your-
self, than fall into such a dreamy
onthusiasm,"
" But, Constance, " said Mrs.
Lewis again, who was always drawn
out by her friend's neighborhood,and,
who Was half -laughing, half -serious,
•--"Do you know, I think nothing
would teach woman love of dress
morn than love for a clever man ;
Which, you know, ought to 'raise
one."
"Oh 1 lova for any man would, X.
suppose, but perhaps your instance
is especially right."
t'X think, hlrs. Lewis went on,
rather eagerly, "I think that a Ivn-
nman never feels her own littleness go
muck es by the side of a man, and
ho (at first) would forgive a Crime
more quickly than any ungracefulnessi
in a woman."
"Of course, WO are taught that. It
Is our business to please ; small
blame to us if we toiler' it nip,"
laughed Constance,
"Preis deer intake a 4ifferenge, land
What shrunk your woolens ?
Why did holes wear so soon ?
You used common soap,
511NUGI?1,'
OREDUCES
EXPENSE
Ask for the Octagon Dar, gas
n
when worsen who have intellect learn
that they must give way before a
pretty woman, I think it is natural
that the mania of dress should pos-
sess them."
"You come out very eloquently
upon 'I'cvangile de la, toilette,' "
said Constance : "I did' not lcnow
how well you could advocate the
cause ; and, after all, a great lack of
beauty is a misfortune in a woman,
Only, there is one thing that I often
feel ; if intellect avails a woman al-
most nothing in the battle of love,
goodness is of itself more worth to
her then, than to a man."
"You think so ?"
"Yes, indeed, I do," she repeated.
"In a man's earliest, dreams of per-
fection, goodness and beauty go hand
and hand ; a woman dreams of good-
ness as a matter of course, but it is
not always on that her fancy dwells
with tho utmost complacency, but
on strength and intellect. What crime
would we not forgive sooner than
cowardice ?"
"My dear, I should not like, for
one, to do without goodness," ex-
claimed Mrs. Erskine.
"No, no ; I was not saying that,
but simply that goodness does not
hold so prominent a place in a wo-
man's first ideal, as in a man's ; a
very faulty and undisciplined ideal
you may say, but it is true• for all
that."
"Well, you are right in a. way, cer-
tainly ; II cannot deny it."
"I think we might be allowed to
care for dress. I do not know that
any other passion is lawful to wo-
mankind," said Margaret, flippantly,
returning to the charge:
"Only one other ; the love of chil-
dren," said Constance, in a tune of
unaffected regret.
"Children, yes ;" and Margaret's
harsh manner changed : when she
spoke of children, she was always
at her best.
"How differently people wish for
children," said Constance, who vas
never at a loss for a theory. "Some
through the pure instinct of mater-
nity, and others, often only through
their devotion to another : they
wish,—they wish, in short to be
the mother of Caesar's children; and
the two feelings, one of devotion to
Caesar, and the other of abstract
maternity, are not the same."
They laughed at Constance's illus-
tration.
"Mrs. Everett quoting Caesar. Ah 1
she really knows about everything,"
chimed in Mrs. Lewis, who had just
entered the room ; and they all`
laughed more.
Margaret . and Constance still sat
talking, working the allegory of
Caesar's wife, fie., and imagining
wonderful situations, which happily
are never (all, .at least) accumulated
in the destiny of one unfortunate.
Margaret grew melancholy, making
as the French hook would say, "a
return upon herself." Georgy thought
how different Margaret must have
been before she grew bitter, and be-
came Mrs. Lewis. "When she was
in love with Caesar, for instance ;"
when she was legitimately sentimen-
tal, and did not live on the luke-
warm remnants of her feelings. It
sometimes strikes one that such fare
must be insipid. Those who partake
of it do not always follow the nat-
ural law of progression from word
to deed ; which must make the
course all the more rapid. They do
not take the comfort which senti-
ment and the French books might
perhaps, suggest at last ; but they
are excellent people, and fulfill all
the duties of their station.
Mrs. Lewis was in reality a good
woman, so with what she liked our
private taste need not interfere.
Georgy's reflection was, that mat-
rimony had wrought this change in
her. "Why could not Margaret, too,
have married a Mr. Erskine 7" Such
a r;uarriage as that would have been
Georgy's panacea for all disappoint-
ments ; and she felt guilty as sho
thought of the superiority of her
lot over that of all other women.
CIIAPTEIt XVII.
The next morning Mrs. Lewis and
Mrs. Lurusdett were talkiag in the
drawing -roost, and Georgy was idly
turning over some books : she was
not interested in their Conversation,
but startled at the words.
"And will Jim Erskine take upon
himself to comfort pretty Constance
Everett, do you think ? She would
be a capital match for him now."
"These aro early times to specu-
late, and a poor woman should bo
allowed breathing time before she
rushes a second limo into matri-
mony."
So they chatted on, and in a short
time James and Constance wore die
-
missed. Georgy Was greedily scan-
ning a past of which she knew noth-
ing.
"Who had he loved in his life 7"
more than ono person, perhaps, Per-
haps t oh, of course 1 and she was
for nothing in alt that past."
But she still confided in her hap-
piness ; still felt so secure, that even
that pante of Constance gave hor no
real uneasiness.
The next morning Mrs. Erskine
Went suddenly to Edinburgh, for she
had received permission to see her
daughter, and Georgy was disap-
pointed to think that sho would not
yet moot the mother and the glen to.
gethor, and be set thoroughly At
ease.
Lettere and luncheon tante that
day air usual : there were lettere foe.
every one ; an angry letter front I.Ir.
Sandon, Who still retuned a reconeil»
kation With Georgy, and another for
het trot ,r. 1:rakine, Which very,
soon .effaced all recollection, of tho
former, Mrs. Everett had two let -
tors also,—one was from Mise t3tan-
Iey ; for Sir }Hugh had persecuted his
sister into corresponding with airs.
Everett. Tho.good girl compiled and
her periodical el/listens were rather a
demand upon patience,. if thought to
require an answer.
Miss Stanley asked llfrs. Everett
what she was reading, and named
the books which she herself had just
finished, stating, moreover, that the
books in their club wero at present
very uninteresting. But Constance
I am sorry to say, did not quite
finish the letter ; she turned uneasily
to the other, which was in her own
straight, delicate handwriting ; a
foreign letter rhturned to her front
Bruxelles.
A short time titter the death of her
husband, ('onstcince had written
again to Janus Erskine, in answer
to his cold, business -like note. Her
letter was not cold, for she sin-
cerely repented of her lit of anger
against him, and wished to snake
amends. The letter had never reach-
ed hint, and Constance, receiving no
answer, had once again tried to
nurse herself into an angry fit; but
she had never perhaps regretted hits
more than now, when she had lost
her hold upon him. This was the
letter now returned.
She looked at ,it, and then a deep
shade of vexation passed quickly over
her face. She was terribly vexed and
discomposed : she seemed as if she
could hardly refrain from explaining
to some one the cause of her dis-
appointment, and yet she did not
speak. She put the letter into her
pocket and began at last to eat her
luncheon with a melancholy, defiant
air : the other letter lay unheeded
by her side. Just then Sir Hugh and
his sister were well-nigh forgotten ;
and yet a brilliant position was be-
fore her, an immense fortune, with
all the pleasure and display which
she had ever coveted. She Would
surely take all this, with so hand-
some and amiable a man as Sir Hugh
and one who was so completely at
her beck. Many of her friends would
have thought it no hard task to ac-
cept hinm without these appurtenan-
ces. Luncheon was not yet finished
ere another incident occurred : Al-
gernon, the eldest boy of Mrs.
Lewis, appeared :—
"Ma t there's becn,such a smash on
the railroad, and all the people's
killed."
"Algy, child, what do you mean?"
"Thomas says, 'All th.e people's
killed ;' they must be, if Thomas
says so."
"Algy, child !" exclaimed Mrs.
Lewis, quickly.
How much longer Algy would have
tantalized them was uncertain ; he
was no lucid expositor, and was
dreadfully confused about the mat-
ter himself.
Thomas arrived, and explained how
a telegraphic message of a dreadful
accident had reached Eastham. The
butcher had just brought the news ;
he was in Eastham when it arrived
at twelve o'clock, and now it was
near three.
"Of course they always make the
worst of such a thing," said Mar-
garet quietly ; but she looked very
grave. That train ought to bring
her husband, who had been at D—,
horse -dealing, Mr. Erskine and Capt.
James, another guest of Mr. Lewis's.
One could not get much out of
Thomas or the butcher. At the sta-
tion near Millthorpe Grange, they
knew nothing, and Mrs. Lewis must
either wait patiently or send all the
way to Eastham in the hope of
hearing more.
"Many people had been killed,"
Thomas said ; "he couldn't say how
many : he did not believe the tole -
graph knew."
Margaret looked grave, but she
admitted no gloomy possibilities,
and silenced everybody who got
frightened, though appearing very
much so herself.
Georgy was cadet also : she was
not easily upset ; but site wished
that the evening would come as she
never had wished for any evening
before.
Everybody had an indistinct idea
of going to the station, only that its
yet it would be too early. By-and-by
Georgy went upstairs, and in going
to her own room she passed
Mrs. Everett's. The door was open,
and a voice asked—
"Who is there ?"
Constance was lying on the sofa
with her face against the cushion.
"Georgy, Georgy ; oh ! let us go
to the station."
"No, not now 3t would be use-
less ; brit we will later."
"If this day would only pass 1 Oh!.
Georgy, I shall go mad with. wait-
ing"
It was no use reasoning with Con-
stance ; she had killed Mr. Erskine
over and over again in her imagina-
tion, and would not be gainsaid.
There was a common feeding be-
tween them : an unconscious sym-
pathy, which neither acknowledged
nor defined. It was partly: chance,
partly Iy
s he secret attraction,
which
drew them together on that after-
noo"inle
was the truest, kindest friend
I ever had," said Constance. "It
was only to -day that I discovered
my mistake ; and the thought that
it is too late now, perhaps, makes
rite Matt ; I cannot bear it."
And sho talked on with singular
lucidity for a woman on the verge of
Madness. She positively needed some
one to talk to ; and that day, sho
poured forth her whole heart, and
Georgy saw her no sho was ; as she
was made ; not as the world and
its influence had made her.
It was another and still prettier
Constance that site saw,—true, ten-
der,—was she talked of past days.
Her feeling not too deep tofind
expression, even then, as she heap-
ed loving praise upon Janies Ers-
kine, and depreciated herself : no
child in a. fit of repeetcnce was ever
more sinoero. She praised him, a end
talked of hits As he deserved,Georgy
thought, and had found the words
which she herself needed.
"Constance had misunderstood hint
and now her letter was returned to
her." Constance did not say upon
what occasion site had written to
hinm, and did not appear willing to
explain. Georgy began to listen
With a very new feeling', and a very
new dread. She could not ask What
IAirs..eiveret•t was not inclined to
tell, and who else was she to ask ?
Shyness, .and some feeling that it
would raise up a barrier between
them, made the announcement of
the relation in which she stood to
Mr. Erskine almost impossible,
'She could not begin. Besides, r,he
must know more ; it was her right.
The afternoon was passing, and
t.'tey still sat together. Constance,
too full of her own impressions to
observe ()corgi, who, besides, was
not demonstrative.
'Then Georgy, quieted herself with
the thought that surely her life and
treasure lay too deep for Constance
to touch It ; and yet she half
thought that, always excepting a
railroad, there Wright be other
places more desirable for James than
the vicinity of Mrs. Everett.
It was only a half reflection,
though ; for she deemed that her
possession could never pass from
her.
"We will go now," site said, when
the nock had struck four ; " they
may come by the five o'clock train."
Constance had grown happier again,
and she still anticipated the passibil-
ity of meeting lames Erskine alive.
Georgy was glad to go, and glad of
a companion as an excuse. Tho,: went
downstairs together ; and Constance,
as' sho opened the door, turned
round, and leaning her forehead
against Georgy for a .moment, kiss-
ed her sadly and tenderly. It was
the only time she had ever done so,
and long afterwards Georgy was
glad to remember it. When they
came downstairs they found the
other two ladies going* to the sta-
tion likewise. And fig as a flock of
sheep, one going because the others
were, they all set off.
"Constance would be tired," Mrs.
Lewis said, "so she should ride the
children's pony." That was soon
settled, and the others walked.
Their half hour's walk seemed long
that evening ; no one talked but
Mrs. Lumsden, who rather wished
for the excitement of having some
one to be anxious for, and who
kinestroe to create for herself a ficti-
tious interest, by displaying snore
feeling than anybody else ; and then,
she was wretched about Jim Ers-
v.
The train was late, of course. Pos-
sibly, it had been run into by some
other ill-disposed train. Possibly ;
all the people at the station took it
coolly. They displayed a little de-
cent feeling concerning the safety of
Mr. Lewis, as being proprietor of
Millthorpe Grange, but none con-
cerning ttie other gentlemen.
"If Mr. Lewis had taken any harm
he would surely have sent word,"
and the stationimaster viewed the
matter cheerfully.
Margaret insisted at last upon
their returning, and she being reso-
lute, they all acquiesced. Constance
was on the pony again, when a
whistle. was heard at length. "She's
coming now," said the man, touch-
ing his hat.
Yes, at last. Constance pulled the
pony, and the pony pranced. "Oh,
don't 1—Stop 1"• she cried ; and
when she stopped pulling, it stopped
prancing. There was Mr. Lewis, un-
injured, with a cigar in his mouth,
on the platform in an instant,—and
Mr. Erskine, too. That gentleman
got out likewise, with Isis full
complement of arms and legs, and
threw away the end of his cigar.
The other gentlemen seemed drowsy
and had 'probably been asleep. They
looked so blissfully unconscious of
all the anxiety which they had caus-
ed, and were so placidly surprised at
seeing the ladies there, that it was
quite ludicrous.
Except Constance, who was on
her pony outside the platform, they
all began to laugh. It was rather
(To be continued)
A LETTER TO MOTHERS.
Mrs. Jas. E. Harley, Worthington,
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aucl
hope other mothers will profit bymy
I
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So woudrons fair was she,
I asked her to mine,
As she glanced np at me
I thrilled with love divine.
Besides the meadow bars,
As she stood lingering there,
Her eyes were like the stars,
In radiance, wondrous fair,
"You're all the world to inc."
She murmured sweet and shy.
A thrill of ecstasy.
I felt at her reply.
Love led us all the way,
As we turned horse again ;
Onr hearts were light and gay,
The world was blissful then,
Though shadows cross the sky
No gloom our hearts could` know,
True bliss is ever nigh
When hearts are blended so.
The Lessons of the War.
(London Chronicle.)
Ye enemies of England,
Please 'wait a year or two,
For England isnot ready 'vet
To try a bout with you;
She has the ships, she has the men,
And she can raise the cash,
But the rifles need re -sighting,
So wait, and don't he rash.
You would not be discourteous,
And take her unawares!
Be moderate, be kindly,
And wait while she prepares!
To get her ammunition
Wilt take five years or so;
And while the sands aro running ont,
Be gracious, gentle fool
Great Britain needs no bulwarks,
b towers Along the steep,
She merely asks to be allowed
In quietude to sleep,
And who would take Advantage
Of lade of warlike store,
When she may muddle through again,
As she has done before.
When she at last is ready.
Then need of war will tensa,
And that great dream will be begun—
The thousand years of peace,
So, enemies of England,
Your toil will bo in vain,
Althomtgh ]meanwhile she never plans
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