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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1905-09-14, Page 7CYl A Wicked Giri. 110000001/1/0 BY MARY CECIL HAY, Author of "IRIkfited At Last," "Carried Away," /lack 'to the Old Home," Etc,, Etc, D e••e [! ] a.s{],.. '�>Y v -s,,,,, r Q� s„e ©s"s• a'r.{f� farther notes. The account of Stt - ert's random confession of having 1litnself stabbed his cousin. Miles had been told to old Mrs. Basset early in the day, and had given her a shock from which she had not :strength to rally. Before they had ventured to tell her of his death, the died, having uttered only four words "And he a Basset!". PART VI. OIIAPTEIR I, Day after day went by, and though a strange unrest possessed Derry, . she never went anywhere out of sight • of Harruck's. Mrs. Frayd certainly .spared no words in urging her yoaug lodger to take a drive, or to call • at the 'lower or at the fine,, but even nanny words could not stimu- late the girl to her former habits. 'title was not to be persuaded even .to go into the village, following her •old habit of dropping in to listen to wherever she could make the oppor- tunity; and by the end of the week there had grown a pained, puzzled :look on the beautiful, frank face. Mt, saw it when at last she drove up to visit her sister, and it trade eller try men more persuasive argu- ments that she had yet used to r re- vail upon Derry to return to town. "I'm all right," said Derry, and •newer guessed that the smile with which she said it was as unlike her •old smile as moonshine is to sun - :shine. "It, is doing you harm to be hero :so much alone," persisted Ella, with .,real entreaty in the sweet cold voice. "Do go back to father." "Give him time to finish his Sara," returned Derry, lightly, "Conte, Snmbo, tell me about yourself. It is •so long since I have seen you." "I could not help It, dear. You know I always have a .liflicul- ty with Aunt Crystal about coating here, and she is even worse than •ever since that dreadful c•mufessien of Steven's. It has been a great trial tc, tee." "You believe it, then?" "Believe it, dear? )What do you sneer?" "I don't Arnow," said Derry, push- +ing the beautiful hair from her fore- head a•t if its weight oppressed her. "What is the matter?" Ella quer- tinned, gazing at her sister. "Is •there any reason for your not hello- ing Steven's own words?" 'Sanibel, you trust forgive tee, though t can not forgive myself. 1 tout mutt with myself because T --can not telieve it," "Not believe what he said him- "No! im- "No! "But, 'mad?" "Yes --I think so." • "Would you say of the dead that ,he had lied?" "Yes, I would say that ho had lied a thousand times, rather than that haddo no no that." "Then why should he say he had?" •inquired Ella, plaintively. "I don't know. Don't ask tee. I •can not think now. I believe 1 have lost the power of thinking. I am trying to get it back; 1 sit here all ,day, and try and try and try all night, but—it will not conic. Some- times I think it is because I tr,ed too much when I carne here first. ;Somett,nes I think this shock has taken it. array. But," with sudden bravery kissing Ella's mournfully •drawn lips, "1 did not mean to ',o you. I am so angry with myself, while—while I only ought to be :sorry for you. Oh, Sambo, my dar- ling, 1 rnist be sorry for you, for 1 understand. When you lost Miles, was it. not—atwful?" "l.+can't speak of it," sighed Ella. "Do ; nu wonder that my life is •wrecked'," "Is it? I mean, Ella," (Derry's breath cane quickly as she stood look in; with puzzled nistfulnew .clown into her sister's face), "no ,one can help believing or disbeliev- ing things, for people can't make • t.heutsclves believe or disbelieve. 1htngs. can they? I want to feel how different it is. If you really he• - Nol Not a word of it." Derry clearest, are you OIreactful Agony from Gravel The most painful and fatal of disoasos-••Fully restored to health. Utio acid forms into stones in the kidneys, •And theirpessage•through the ureters to the bladder causes the mose•exoruciatin(t pains imaginable. The cause is thesd fictive notion, of the kidneys,odd Di. CRAWS KitlneyLiver Bete what we have heard, you are ery noble not to utter a word against hint, especially here, for this was, 'n a way, his home. Dray I thank you?" "You ineast• Steven? I was very, very sorry, Derry. I should have done all in my power to prevent his be't:g• imprisoned, if he had not ;net so satt a fate—for we need not sure- ly credit that he put an end to his own existence. I could have done sonletli;ng surely, for if I did not wish to avenge iny lover's death, no orad else. need," "I—I ain senseless, and miserable, and ill-tempered," cried Derry. sud- denly turning away and pacing the room. "I can scarcely follow you. It is like a horrible mist even in this room, Oh; Sannbo, I am a wretch to let your kind words chafe Inc. Try to be patient with me for a little tilde." "[ will come again," said Ella, with a gentle sigh. "I see it will be better for mo to go now, dear." "What. has come to ale," cried Derry, starting back a moment to look dazedly into her sister's sari face. "Am I growing—cruel, Sam - bo? Ilaye I lot you think it is not a delight tri me to have you with me? Oh! forgive me, my clear!" "There's nothing to forgive," said the younger sister. "toe all must be a little out of temper occasionally, and you are never cruel—never were, ex- cept when you used to talk to me of Miles, Derry" (.after a thoughtful pause), "you little thought how near you were to the discovery you sought, did you? Even I never guessed, though I thought—you see" (forbearing other words), "I knew how Steven hated Miles." "Everybody hated Miles," cried Derry, in a burst of uncontrollable passion. "I'mm sure he was selfish, violent, heartless—Oh, Ella, Ella" (with again the passionate contrition and prompt self-reproach), "don't forgive me this time. Let me suffer. I don't deserve your sweet forbear- ance. Co away, I am not fit to• be with you." But when Ella, thinking it wisest, turned to leave the room, Derry stood before her, and seizing both her hands in a. tig1.2 long clasp, bent and kissed her on the lips, without a word. Mrs. Frayd had so long listened for any sound from her young lodger's parlor, that when two hours had passed since she watched Miss Hope drive away, she got so uneasy that slie would have invented an er- rand into the rootu, had not a w'el come one just then presented itself. In the dusk of the Febraary evening, she caught sight of Miss Basset, at- tended by the old butler front the Tower, walking across the slope of the downs, taking the short way from the Tower to the Beacon. With genuine delight Mrs. I'rayd hastened to meet her, and to take her straight into Derry's room, Then, while site entertained the old butler in her own premises with much speaking and plenty of house -brewed ale, she he busilPr r ed af festive tea for tv tit. two youngladies, her u ad copious ho s P discourse flowing glibly on while she inwardly rejoiced that Miss Basset's visit' would enliven Miss Iiope. But, to the good woolen's surprise, she found, when she took in the tray, that it was Miss Ilope who was en- livening Bliss Basset. "Well, it'll do," she muttered to. herself, as she 'closed the door again upon the friends. "You can't pick a.' person up and stay down yourself at the sante time." "Conte for a ramble witi:t me to- morrow, will you, Primrose?" Derry was saying just then. "I believe we should find celandine now in the woods, as well as your namesakes.: Why, even here the birds this morn- ing distinctly sting to me that spring was conte. Pott wilt go with me, Primrose? You have had such a sad, sad time." "Derry—" Primrose Basset had scarcely seemed to hear the bravely gladdening words—"what does this mean that Steven said?" "You do not believe it?" Derry's eyes were flashing with a strange de- light, yet she could not acknowledge her own disbelief, for fear of throw- ing Primrose back into an old sor- row. "No. Tt is impossible. Steven was different from most men; a stern soli- tary man with odd opinions; but not the mean who could ever — even in a passion — have done that. Sonia men could in a passion, you know. Derry; they could, indeed• aad not with the same sin. Though he is dead, and it may never be explained, nothing in the world could make me believe Steven did the decd." A curious aching sympathy fell upon Derry's heart, in spite of these words being the utterance of her own thoughts; for she knew that Prim- . Pills curs thoroughly by removing the douse. • rose, thinking • thus, must feel the Ma. W. Surra, Porb shadow under which she bad lately Dalhousie, Oat., 1 lived to be heavier instead of lifted. *Steil fir or sem• "We will think of this Iater," she :With kidney"red ae years I was said, bracel3', as shop' tit Primrosee to yndgraiel1n rmash sit beside the little tea.table on the levers forte, hiviaif hearth, and set herself a chair close often a •bbppaae el to her friend. *ster, attompaasedby And so they sat and talked of the taobt dreadful other things until Derry could not agony. As. the diseese eisseon-stie :I newest snake the meal last any longer, when, tedeetta •it1 flab 'land seeing Primrose fall into a long ruled led aleeeiitsbidightw thought, she 'vent to the piano, and do muoli-for Inc. and I • friend feel herself unobserved and at 'o doctor Wes nb e.to began to play, just to make her aflt. f11tlTllf •• ueeh r'"t medioinee perfect liberty to be silent, citl�outobtnnims Wee t> "oh, thank you, Derry," cried t►hata tkenrpotitrt•' iFblib� ltllyy, • ftttettl;idsr *al directed to Dr. Claws KidnayLivir Artily, •Primurose, impulsively, in the joy of andby using this trentmost the diwese was hearing music once again. And sho ekltd eitted Erb WI �t, itl8xtc ilt' Iiia that sig rose end Stood at the glass -door, menthe. I have paned eft libidht, lilelKfir atilt, looking out into the gathering dark- nad feel better thati I haver tote twetitty rearm, ness. ' Those pills hive fully restored me," TUE WNW TIMES SEPTEMBER 14, 1905 is 1 r', Half on hour afterward, just as Merry was going to leave the piano, a sudden thought occurred to her, "Primrose," sho began, without look- ing round, "can you tell Inc what this melody is? I have had it in my head for days, and yet I don't know what it is. Not that that is remark- able, because I Know so little about music. I never was like you, or even Ella. I don't suppose 1 shall proper- ly follow it, but I will try. Listen, will you? and tell the if you know it." As Primrose did not speak when the tune was over, Derry played it through a second tints, turning to ask what it was, started to find her companion stand- ing close behind, her face as pale as dent b, her eyes feverishly bright, while her trembling bands were lock- ed together. "Where—did you hear that?" she asked, breathlessly. "What is it? I do so want to find out," returned Derry, speaking light- ly to hide her great astonishment, e.'en her alarm. "Pretty, is it not, though so sorrowful? You aro such a musician, Primrose, that I felt sure you could tell inc." "Where did you hear it? Was it— from Steven?" "Nu, no. I am certain," said Derry, angry with herself that her cheeks should burn at the question. ",Wlty do you ask?" "Wes it from—Oliver?" "Oh, no," (readily enough, yet with an unconscious haughtiness in the prompt tones). "If it bad been from 3 our brother Oliver, I should have never remembered it, as it is so long since I saw hint." "1'ou are sure? Quito sure?" "sure. Quite sure," replied Derry, with honest Warmth. "As sur': as ever a person could— Oh, Pi iugrose, what is the matter?" "Nothing," said Primrose, leaning heavily against the instrument, "on- ly 1 could have believed at t hat 1110inent that it is possible to die of sudden joy. Derry, you mean it? That Oliver never—" "My dear," interrupted Merry, in deep earnestness, "I know your brother very little, and I have never hearts hhn !,lay in- sing a note, Nev- er." "Oh. L"tither in ITeaten! forgive me that. I ever thought it possible." "11intros°, why do you want to know where I heard this air? It is beautiful, but does it not make you think, just at first,. of 0 bar or two in one of Snbttbert's symphonies? • Olt. my dear!" for Primrose Basset, with her head upon the piano, was cry'ng as if her heart would break. Ptit Derry seemed to know that though these were the first tears she had shed since her brother's mur- der, they were not tears of distress, and so she let them have their way, leading; Primrose to a couch and Putting an arm round her in silence. "Perry, 1 have frightened you," said Primrose, lifting her wan face when the tears were exhausted, "hut you will tell Inc how—where you heard that air?" "I must think. Why do•you want to 'knots?" "Of course I ought to explain," said Primrose, in piteous apology, ITer fingers were locked in her lip, her mournful eyes fixed on Derry's symratltizing face.• "I began one night --that one night of my life -- to platy from memory that haunting phrase of Schubert's Unfinished Sym- phony which you recognized. But it died not come. My own thoughts, came instead, and led me till there came that air. I suppose I compos- ed. it, you would say. I played and played it, getting it less imperfect each time, until I had absorbed it. I had never played it before that night. Ihsy e never r played ed 1t since, , yoti know. I have never taken out my violin since, so you understand, Derry? When I began to play that, thinking it out so that it had no being before, I had just left my brother in his room writing; and wirer I had finished playing it for the last time, I went back and he wits ---dead. Oli, surely you under- stand me, Derry? 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"But where did you hear it?" per- sisted Primrose, uncomprehendIn even the possibility of the suspicion to which Derry pointed. "You will t.•P, ns"'. Think what it means to me" "}Tow can I remember?" "Oh, you can if you try, and you will try, I know." "You must give me tinge," said Merry, unaware that she spoke in a whisper. "I often forget things," "I vtill wait, It was not Oliver? Tell me again." "It; was not Oliver." "'Thank Cod!" with a sigh of deep- est gratitude. "Derry, yon.will un- derstand presently. I will tell you More when you have remembered. You will try to let it be soon?" • "I will try .to think," said Derry, and fancied she spoke quite hope- fully in her sympathy with 'Prim- rose. But when site was left alone, she knew there was no need of try- ing. Thought held her—bewildered, miserable thought --until !Urs. Frayd came creeping down, in abnormal wakefulness and a blanket, a long two hours after midnight, to ens trent Miss slope to go to bed. But even Mrs. Prayd's dull eyes saw next morning that the girl could have had no sleep, and gradually saw too a deeper change than this, esreeially when site found that though Miss Ela }Iope drove up from the Pines in obvious anxiety about her sister's health, Miss Hope had slipped quietly out and could not be found. Again and again Ella carne during the following days, but always Derry was absent if it were possible, and if not possible was reticent and abstracted, totally unlike the Derry her sister knew. "You are different in every way, Derry," she one day complained, "but most of all different to me:" and Derry tried i c to answer gently, and not to show that she shrunk un- der her sister's teach, hating herself for doing so. "And, Derry," Ella said, another day, "you never call me Samho now." "Why, Derry?" "I have outgrown it," said Derry, sally. And there never followed any of the old jests or merry little cyni- cisms or pretty laughter; and yet the suoment her sister had left her, Derry despised herself for her own misgivings, and for that passionless, spiritless feeling which was so new to Iter. "Something Must be done," she I cried, in her thoughts one morning 1 as she rose wearily to begin another clay. "Study nothing is so hard to t bra' as one's own cruel suspicion. This change in ane is terrible." And it chanced to be that very morning that Ella sent Sarah Eales up to Hayrack's with a message. "Sarah," said the girl, plunging at once Into what she had determined to say, "sit there an.l,- list n to ne. Listen with all your me,.!nry alive, and tell inc whether 3 an have ever heard this be- fore." - Slowly aid heavily Sat first her fingers refusing to make any notes at all, and seeming even to the end un- willing) Derry played the air she had played to Primrose Basset. "}save yoy ever heard it, Sarah You used to be a pretty singer and pick up every tune you heard. Do you recall that?" "Why, Miss Derry?" "Oh," (almost 'Calmly as her lin lids rested fu her lop), "because T tun curious to ',:now* where T have heard it. You hove, Sarah?" "Yes, oflt'n," "Where?" ".\t hoises of course, ;Hiss Derry. T go in where else now, except here " "'flet Mrs. 1.tnrt in pin3s it, or 000 of the sertntt'ts has sung it. 'That's it. Isn't it, Snrah?"- "No, Miss 7:iln plays it. No one .Miss Derr;y"—rather tiuttclly, Atter a, hong silence--"arefl't you we11?" "Yes," entd 'Derry, rising viowly. "I forgot you. Sarah. S nun very sorry. Go now." . "And hate you no nlessatle?" 180111 that meriting there came nr:.• otbAtr rI'nnise in Deers's manner so her sister. Not only (lid she ne lort:;cf• shun her, but she sought her everywhere; suet her where she conte]; Oleg te her, seemed to watch her as rt troubled mother we idles 0. Pick • chili; steadfastly protecting, passion- ately tender, always pitiful and lip- hohtil' An I this utter change which Derry.gleam. from anal}'zing had a strange effect 00 her sister. F.11a grew per - roils and irritable, chafing under her sister's sad yet tender gaze,. until at last Airs. Martin, seeing' tears so often i,i, her PM's pretty ty ryes, de - chose! she trust 'tnl<e her to town, for that her sister's worrying pres- erve, follott ing 'on her gtreat sorrow, was killing her. Ella had tears grain it her eves" when she hnri re- ported her aunt's decision to Derry, but lkrr3 rend an indescribable re- lief beneath the plaintive regret. "No," sho said, standing bacle when Ella proffered a farewell kiss, 'you aro not going away for days yet, I will not say good-bye till --the last minute." "I think, Derry," said her sister, kindly, "you, too, look rather ill." (Look rather 111! •with the fire burn- ing in her brain, and brightening her eyes so terribly! ) "You should go away too, dear. Oh, hots I wish you were not quite so eccentric!" CHAPTER II. "Shn'u been out since early morn-• ing, Miss Basset. I warrant she's wandering about the Dewring woods, for nothing else fits her lately. I wish she'd more company, I never in ins' life saw any one altered like her, never, though she does try dreadful to be cheery with use like she used, and .Amos says the same; and there's that child Penkos former crying, just because she sees the lady cry, and I never did find the little imp ready to cry for herself, however wrong- doing'." In the first pause of Mrs. T'rayd's, Primrose Basset inquired which way Miss !lope generally walked home from the goods, and after receiving voluble directions, started to meet Derry. She carie upon her unexpect- edly, just within the little grove of firs above Hayrack's where she had stood to talk with Steven on his first day in Dewring. "I wish you had called for me to go with you," said Primrose, after her greeting, noticing how solitary the girl looked. "I would have loved a morning in the woods with you, and would have brought you home in better time than this." ' "I believe that I did hope to find you on my way," returned Derry. "I get so sick of myself. Wasn't it the Duchess of Marlborough who was sick of herself for very selfishness? I'm like her. I came home on pur- pose past your moat. See, I gather- ed this little yellow wallflower there, and stood for long to listen to the rooks. They were not so busily ar- gumentative as when we listened last, Primrose. I suppose they have got all their arrangements about eli- gible sites and building leases off their minds. I counted ten nests in ono elm. There they go home! How punctual they always are." "Derry, have you had anything to eat: since you started?" "Oh, yes, Mrs. Frayd always snakes me take sandwiches." "Then it is a custom of yours to go off in this way? How glad I aur that Ella is returning." Miss Basset had been looking into her companion's face and so could not help but see that her words were a surprise to Ella's sister. Instinctive - 1y she glanced away now, and spoke with a demonstrative unconcern. "My news, of course, is only second- hand. You will be the first to hear direct." "I':11 has hs tel d me n otlstng,rr said Derry, er , 11etLl'lly. •'Nor me," Primrose ]fastened to add. "I have only my own news, that Oliver will be here to -night. I have to says to myself over and over and over, that Oliver is coming, else I should never realize it in time to be prepared to meet him ." "But you said Ella was returning. Alas she written to you?" "Oh, no, Oliver told me." "How strange!" "No," said Miss Basset, in a slow way, "for Oliver is—has been ac- cepted by your sister. They are en- gaged." '{1']f,nt? Oh, I didn't mean to startle you, Primrose. 1 might have understood," said Derry, looking straight before her with a terrible blankness in her eyes. '•1 might have guessed, I suppose." "Even I never did," returned Prim- rose, in the same diffident wily, "and yet I knew they were continually meeting, for Oliver has constantly written to Inc since — Steven's death, when he first thought of com- ing !tome. But if I had even guessed he desired it. I should never have felt he would be able to prevail upon Ella to—forget Miles. I am glad, for Oliver's sake. You will be glad, Derry?" nistfully interrogative. "But—oh, how ill you look! I wish you would go home. It is Wein to me that staying here is not gond for you. You miss your .father and your work, and et erythiterb(- longing to the life you love. 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"Nei. that Ella-- Ilow glad 1 att," with a short unmirtliful laugh, "to ser this ugly mill again! iDo come in with 1110, Primrose. suppose T have tired 1113 sett more than I thought. Yet really the woods were beautiful. You shcrtld .h,ftu neer bots fresh and young the bright ' wood -sorrel looks oolong 1 he dry leaves of last year. and 1 Potted some violets. I did indeed. Oh, shn't go you must come in and have tea with me." "t'es," Primrose answered in her quiet any, "T went to ask ;von horn 3'ott like my brother Oliver. T really believe that if you could have helped it yon would never even have told m1,1 you had met him. 'Tell ane. 'Merry, slid you like bite?" "*You 'will see." Dorrm+ nnnsnered, holding open the gloss -floor; but her companion saw, before paseIng through, the flash of fire in her ryes, and the deepening of the delicate calor to her cheeks. "But please." Terry ti,ntinucd, easily, ss she fol - ('To be continued,) system. 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