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CHAPTER XXVIL—(Co aionen)
" ?Iy heart seemed to stand still. Then
I grew very calm and cold Who is that
woman, Cyril 2' I asked. He stared at me
aim or objeab set before them than a
great "marriage.' Fashion and Society ex -
pea it. I suppose it is what they were bora.
for ! Thank God 1 my parents were neither
is norI too
Tike one in a dream, and turned the heat « ightihave bean over peerceuerrsuaded.aps I d on
baok without a word and rowed me to the think it likely. Still---"
hotel. Then he led me up one of the quiet She hesitates and looks compassionately
river walks, and standing there before Hie ab Lauraine's sad face. "Yon must try
told me the whole sickening, miserable tale. and be brave, dear, and bear your life as it
There may have been eetsnuatiou in it, I is. Regrets, repining, sorrowing won't
saw none I was young and ignorant of life make it any better. You say you are weak
and of man, and creel, I suppose. He called but I don't think you are so weak as all
me I could only cling to one fact—that that. And there is one thing I have want
she had beenhis wife. What mattered to ed to say to you of late. You will pardon
me the folly, the caprice, the infatuation me if it seems intrusive. Bittedo you know
that had chained his hot youth and held you are behaving very coldly, and, I think,
him powerless now ? What mattered to unwisely, towards your husband? Yon
me anything, anything, save that he was leave him alone,, to other temptations
lost to me, that my idol was shattered, my that your presence would restrain. All
heart was broken. Yon told me you had these months yea have not seen him, you
loved no other woman as you loved me,' I scarcely even write with more warmth or
said scornfully ; and all the time, all the interest titan you do to your steward ; and,
time, you have given her the surest, truest after all, he ie your husband. Nothing can
proof of love a man can give. Pity ! No, alter that; and he loved you very dearly,
1 have uo pity! . You made your choice, you and no doubt he does still. Can you not see
must abide by it, If you were free this that your duty to him demands even
hour 1 would not marry you now. You have more than the sacrifice you have al -
deceived ins. Your love was a pretence ; ready made ? I know ib is hard, terribly
perhaps you call it also such names a$ you hard. You say there is no sympathy, no
call hers. Go to her, your wife; I never will comprehension between yond our
voluntarily look upon you face again.' Oh, heart is aching with thiszorbidden love,
Lauraine, was I cruel, was.I unjust? God and he must seem in a way hateful; but
knows, Oh, the bitterness, the agony, the you were not honest with him quite, if you
shame of that night. I felt as if I hated promised to marry him, and yet held back
him in the new sharp fever of jealousy that your heart, You see what I mean, do you
had came to my heart. I hated to think he not?"
had belonged to another, held her to his "Yes," Lauraine says, faintly, " I see."
heart, kissed her, loved or seemed to love "Duty demands much, but it also repays
her. My whole nature seemed to change. much, " continues Lady Etwynde, gently,
I could only think he had deceived me, "Heaven knows I am not fit to preach to
whether willingly or mercifully did not you ; but in the world, as we know it, leaur.
matter. Love, youth, joy, hope, all seemed eine, there are ea many faithless wives, so
to die out of my heart. Nothing he said many divided households. ilh, my dear,
seemed to soften me. I would not listen, I don't you add to the number 1 You have
would not yield, I would not pity, He lett many enemies of whom you know nothing,
me, and l never saw him again. The next and they would gladly seize your name,
news I had was that he had gone abroad on and smirch its purity with scandals and
foreign service. I have seen his name from whispera, and evil words. I want you to be
time to time, but of his life, the life 1 once brave, and face them all, and live out your
so fondly hoped to share, 1 know nothing." life nobly and well. I know I am bidding
Leurine touches the trembling hands. you do a bard thing; but it is right, and
""
You were bard on him, I think," she says, am sure you see it,"
gently, I suppose he thought her dead— Lauraine bends her head down wearily,
that he was free," and lays it ou her friend's shoulder. She
" said so," answers Lady Etwynde. feels spent, tired, exhausted, The tears
" Oh, yes, and doubtless he believed it. throng to her eyes, her heart aches with
he could not have dared to offer such an in- dull and cease'ess pain,
suit to me, or my family. But what I " I do see it 1" ehe half sobs, " I will
resented was that he should have kept the try."
story back, that he should have pretended "" May Heaven give you strength 1" enure
that I was his Srat, his only lova and all mors Lady Etwynde, and she kisses her on;
the time she had been his wife. 1' could not the brow.
forgive that!"
" But, my dear," says ;Lauraine gently, CHAPTER xvIIL
"you may have had his first, real love. The
other was but a youthful folly, ahot-headed THE WAYS a1" TnE WORLD.
infatuation. Does any man come to us with
his heart pure and free ? Few, I think, if It seems strange and painful to Lauraine.
to go back to the ,gaiety and brilliance of
any. We cannot judge them by ourselves,
that is why so many women wreck their Badur uer the quint and rest of pretty,
platuesquo little Bingen,
lives. They expect too muoh. o Riau ever
could, be what a girl's pure dreams would Ala' 0 party of her old friends and ac -
make him, But it is so hard for her to be. quaimances are at the Badisoher Hof,- and
Ileac that,"
" I know it now," answers Lady Et. Etwyncle has returned to England.
" You are not lookin well," says Sir
wyn e, I have learnt my leeson in bitter -
nese and grief. But I think it has done me
good. I have forgiven him long ago, I shall
never see Min again to tell him so, I sup-
pose ; perhaps he woul I not even care to hear
it. But I am happier since ectuldpardon
and pity his weakness! only—my Bayard
he could never be agem 1"
" And of her ? Do you know anything
about her fate 1'' asks Leuraine, forgetful
of her own sorrows in this new interest.
I heard she was dead, She wee a vile,
cruel woman. He divorced her eitervvards
but what was that to me ? What can any -
Francis, " And how gin you have be.
"I have not been very strong ; this hot
weather tries me so," she answers ; and then
they enter their carrier and drive to the
Lauraine forces herself to talk, to try and
appear interested in the forthcoming race ;
but the eense of strangeness produced by
long a.baence and utter want of sympathy
with each oeher's tastes and pursuits makes
itself felt again and again. It is a relief
'a en she finds herself alone 111 her own
thing be to me now that concerns his name , room. But with Lady letwyndes words
—his life ?" ringing in her ears, with her new resolve
There collies a long silence. The thoughts firm and close to her heart, she will not
of both are busy with sad memories. Ati listen to whispers of distaste and discontent.
Lauraine looks at Lady Etevynaea face she She enters more into the business of ber
toilette than she has done since her child's
sees it is full of pain, but her eyea have a
dreamy leook, as the eyes of one who eees death. She astonishes her maid by her crit -
some sweet vision afar off. i cal objeotions. When she descends she looks
like the Lauraine of old. Her cheeks are
"I was wrong, I suppose, ' she says,
elowly. "A woman who loves must forget flushed with excitement, her eyes burn with
herself in that love, and I, I thought too feverish brilliancy. Her soft, enoegy robes
much of my wounded pride, my lost ideal. seem to make her beauty more fair, more
But I have never held a thought of love for young, more pathetie. The first person to
any other man. The lipa that he kissed greet her is the Lady Jean—Lady Jean
handsomer, if a little louder ancl stouter
were his first, they will lee Ms for ever. I
have never forgotten ; and now I am thirty than ever, arrayed in a wohclerful Louis
years old, and my parents, as you know, Quatorze costume, with glittering steel
are dead, and I live alone, and am looked button and ornaments. Consistent with
upon as a marvel of eccentricity, and have her new role, Laureano greets her very
my school of apostles and fool them to the cordially, and evee smiles with less repag-
top of their bent. Sometimes life seems a name on "Jo," who is one of her special
horrible travesty of all that is dignified and
d dedtestations, and who looke even uglier,
at and forgets. But no one knows me as I They are a very brilliant party assembled
really am, save you, Lauraine. To most here, and the theme on every totig,ue is the
people I suppose I hardly seem a woman. coming race, and the wonderful English
Bet my true self and my lost love live a bfe racer owned by Sir Francis. Lauraine
apart, a, life of dreama, sad but yetbeautiful. wonders a little to find the women appar-
A life that feede itself on memories, memor. ently as conversant with racecourse slang
ies that are recalled by the colours of every as the men—at the fluency with which
changing sky, the scentsof leaf ard flower Lady Jean discourses on " training," and
that touch one like a sound of music. Ah 1 " hedging," and " running form," and
those nights, those mornings, those scenes " hard condition." It seems so long since
that are the same, yet not the same, how she was with women of this sort, women
they make one's whole soul sick with long who ape the " lords of creation" in manners,
ing, and mad with regret 1" dress, and morals, that she feels bewildered
"And you have borne all this so long ?" and out of place amidst them all.
hotel in the cool, swee September twilight
pure, an sometimes a jest that one laughs an more Jewish than of yore.
says Lauraine, wonderingly. When dinner is over they saunter out to
Yes," she answers ; " it seems long, the Kursaal. The band is playing, the
does it not ? And I have not pined away salons are crowded. The lights sparkle
much. I don't look like a love-rorn maiden, amid the trees, and fall on fair faces and
do I ? I have not gone into a decline, or lovely toilettes, on sovereigns of the demi-
fallen away to a shadow, or grown grey monde, supreme and defiant ; on other
with sorrow, or done anything I ought to soverigna and celebrities, quiet, unobtrusive
have done according to romancers. I sup- undistinguished. They mingle with the
pose no one I know ever suspects that 1 crowd. Lady Jean, Sir Francis, and Laur-
have had a love -story, much less that I eine are walking on a little in advance of
eherish its memory still." the others. A fountain is throwing up
" Your nature must be a very constant showers of silver spray, the white gleam of
ne," says Leuraine, bitterly. "You make a statue shines through the foliage ; on the
ine ashamed of myself. No wonder Keith ohairs beneath the trees two people are
reproaches me with unfaithfulness." sitting—a man and a woman.
" I think fidelity is an established in- The light falls on her face: "it is very
stinct," says Lady Etwynde. "It is very lovely,though owing much to art. Her hair
much an accident of our own natures. To is of too vivid a geld to be quite natural; the
me, it seems an utter impossibility to even great grey eyes are swept by lashes
think of caring for another man, Cyril many shades darker than their original hue.
Carlisle was my first lover ; I gave him all She is talking andlaughing loudly. The man
that watrin me to give. It was all my life leans careleesly back on his seat, tilting it
to ma 1 suppose—to him—it was but to an angle that threatens its upset and
another experience." e his own. Perhaps it is that fact, remind'.
"Yours is a grand nature," says Lieuraine, mg her so of a trick of Keith's, that makes
looking wonderingly at the calm noble face. Lituraine look a second time. Her heart
"You shame me for myself. if I had but gives a wild throb, she feels cold and sick
kept true a little space—" with a sudden shame.
" One can never judge of another's case She sees it is Keith himself. . .
by one's own," answers Lady Etwynde. Just as they pass, the tilted chair is pull -
a No doubt you were tried, hurried into it. ed back to its level with a rieging laugh.
I know, oh I I know. . You are not the "I declare to you it is impossible to
first girl who bas told nee the same, nor speak when you will not look," says a shrill
will you be the last. The mothers of Society French voice.
do it all for the he'd, doubtless. Love seems His eyes go straight to that •pass.ing
such a poor, contemptible thing in their eyes figura He starts, and his face grows
in comparison with—settlements. Oh, yes i darkly red. Their eyes meet for a second's
thetas so always. Perhaps they forget their spaca In hers is pained rebuke, in his_
own youth ; ooe does, they say, when one shame. .
outlives romance, Aud I supPose an There is no word no sign of recognition.
' Establishment ' is better than poetry any But all the night SIMMS full of dizzy pain to
day. They are wise, after all. Year after Keith.
"It is very annoying," murmurs Lady
Jean the next morning, as she sits at the
year the season has it martyrs. Girls are
brought out and introduced with no higher
breakfast -table. "" Why omelet tl
have gone somewhere else ?"
""What is annoying ?" questions L
looking un from hor chicken cutlet
clouded, handsome face opposite.
""Why, thoseAniericaus ; one meg
everywhere ! Hortense tells me t
rived last night—that SVoollffe wool
know, and her niece ; and they h
next rooms to mine ; and, of couree,.,
meet them everywhere ; and oh!
eiok-of there, you can't imagine !"
"Mrs. Woollffe is a very kind-.
woman," murmurs Lauraine. She
and languid, and her eyes have .a
sleepless look in them that tells o
hours of wakefulness.
She and Lady Jean are alone, it
too early for the other women, too
the men.
"' 1 iud-hearted 1" echoes Lad.
U My dear, so is our greengrocer's i
our dressmaker, for all we know ; b
is no reason why we should receive t
our drawing -rooms. Now, I have d
best to avoid this dreadful woman f
seasons, and here she is, next door t
"" You are not bound to.associatewf
if you are so exclusive," says Lear
little contemptuously. "" But the
many women received in society wh
not half the honesty and sterling w.
Mrs. Bradshaw Woollffe,
""Of course," laughs Lady Jean,
unfeigned amusement ; "" but hones
sterling worth are rather humdrum t
don't you think? And she is so vu
""That should be a recommends
fancy," says Lauraine. "Almost ev
is vulgar nowadays."
""Ah, but there is a distinction 1 `i
woman is really well born, and has
tablishcd position, she may do wh
likes.' It la these mushroom million
these nouveaux riches, with their
pockets and their 'piles,' made out of
imaginable horror, adulerating, swin
coal -mining, shoe -blacking, heaven
knows what, they are so odious and
formidable a power i They push,
struggle, they scheme, they spend
money like water, they have a craz
society, the very highest, the very
They take our snubs and insults,aud 11
and fawn just the same only for a c
their halls, a half-hour passage th
their drawing -rooms, the honour and
of a 'name' to figure in a society journ
one of their guests. Faugh 1 it is sl
ins"But the society who eats and d
and amuses itself at their expense is
to blame," says Lauraine, calmly.
people had sufficient dignity and se
spoct to oppose such innovations, to
these people at a distance, they coup
farce themsetxes in as they do."
"But they are always so abomin
rich," laughs Lady Jean. "That exe
so much, you see; and then they let us
them pretty much as we please. It
case of get all you want, give what
is
"To me that always seems a very m
doctrine," says Lauraine, gravely.
"Do you treat Mrs. Bradshaw Wa
as an equal, then ?" asks Lady Jean, i
ically.
""If you mean do I know her one day
and cut her the next, do I go to her
and be blind when we pass in the R
must Cay ---no, She comes to my hon
go to hers. She was extremely kind t
in Rome, and Inever forget kindness.
is not very ladylike, I aokuowie
but I should be sorry to hurt
feelings because of that. I do not
eider a lady can ever affect her own dig
by hor behaviour to those wham son
counts her inferiors. For my part I lik
be consistent. If we receive such peopl
acoaunt of their wealth, we take them
their own valuation. We have no righ
smile on them one minute and insult th
the next."
"" You were always peculiar," says L
Jean, with some asperity. ""I suppose
comes of high.principles and poetic fan
I always go where I can be amused, my
It is the best thing to do after all."
"To amuse, oneself ?" questions Laura
"" And afterwards?"
"" Oh, after . that --the deluge," lau
Lady Jean, pushing aside her plate a
shaking out the countless lace ruffles a
frills of her cambric morning gown.
could not take life au grand ,serienx,
would kill ine. Ob, I know what y
would say. Excitement is frivolous, u
less, wearing to our nerves, destruct
to health and beauty. Perhaps so. B
you are blessed with a serene teinperame
I am not. I like to live, to enjoy, to be
one whirl from morning till night. I do
care about long lite, peace, tranquili
No, I want all I eau, while I can."
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Lauraine looks at her curiously. She
knows very little of Lady Jean—only just
so much as one woman in society does
know of another who moves in the same set,
dances at the same balls, -spumes the same
routine of enjoyments. But she knows she
is popular and admired, on good terms with
the world at large, and an im.mense favour-
ite with znen.
"You don't agree with me, of course 1"
pursues Lady Jean, sipping her claret, and
looking amusedly at Leuraine's grave face.
"I suppese you have aims and ambitions
and 'views' like your friend Lady Etwynde?
What a curious thing, by -the -way, that she
should be a friend of yours, or, indeed, of
anybody's except a peacock. She must be
dreadfully uninteresting 1"
"I think her charming," answers Libor -
eine. "She is one of the few good, true
women it has been my lot to meet."
Lady Jean feels a little uncomfortable.
She has long passed the stage of blushing,
or she would feel the colour mounting.as she
meets Lauraine's calm, frank gaze.
" Is there any arrierepensee ?"she thinks.
"Is she less blind than we imagine ?"
"I can't imagine a woman getting en-
thusiastic about a woman," shesays, coolly.
" Seems unnatural. Of course, I have no
doubt the testhete is very charming to
those who can appreciate her. I never
ppose not. I should scarcely think
you had much in common," answers Laur-
eine, dryly.
" Still," says Lady Jeen, rising carelessly
from the table, " it was a little odd and
unnatural that you should go away with
her, and leave your poor husband to himself,
If he hadn't been one of the most good-
natured men----"
" Pardon me," interrupts .Lauraine, veey
coldly, " I would rather not discuss my
husband with anybody. You may rest as•
sured I had his full sanction for my un-
natural' conduct. And, if you know any.
thing of a mother's feelings at all, you
might suppose that I scarcely felt inclined
for the pieties and frivolties of London life
after so sad a trial."
Ah, yes ; forgot—the poor little
angel," murmurs Lady Jean, her eyelids
drooping to hide the angry flash in her
black eyes. " But—I may be wrong—I
don't know, only to me it always seemed
that a wife's first duty was to her hus-
o pray lias my hueband been complain-
ing of Me ?" inquires Lauraine, haughtily.
Lady Jean smiles involuntarily. "" My
dear, no, of oonrse not. I only said---"
"" I quite understand," says Lauraine,'
Perhaps I: was selfish in my grief. I
don't know, I had not mean*, to be but
he chose the world, and I,.solitade. 1 ahould
not be so nnwise again, rest assured,"
"" What does she mean ?" says Ledy Jean
to herself, uncomfortably. And how strange'
she looked. Surely, surely, she cannot sus-
pect t"
An hour afterwards she is strolliug with
Sir Francis through the grounds of the
Monaca).
"".VCon cher," she says, with a little
mocking laugh, "" I do believe your wife. is
jealous. It is very amusing, but you had
etter be careful all the same. I object to
be one in a chroniefue scaridaleuse,"
"" Lauraine jealous?" exclaims Sir Francis.
What put that idea in your head ?"
"She herself," answers Lady Jean. "She
says for the future she will not be so neglect-
ful of you. She is afraid she left you too
much alone. Is not that charming news ?
Does it not arouse very sweet emotions ? It
ought to."
"Don't talk foIly,LadyJean," mutters Sir
Francis, savagely, ""You know, or ought to
know, how much I care for Lauraine. A
poor, weak, milk -and -water creature. Hea-
vens 1 how could I have ever fancied myself
in love with her ?"
" But you were, you know," says Ludy
Jean, calmly. "" Only, like all men, you
deny it when your fickle fancy changes. It
is always the last who is the only real
love."
"" T know well enough who is my real
love, last or first," he says hoarsely ; and
his eyes flash bold, ardent .admiration at
her, under the drooping foliage of the trees.
"" Bush 1" she whispers, rebukingly, and
with a warning glance around. "" You must
not say snob. words in public 1"
(To 8$ 00NTIN`iIEn,)
A Lasting Memorial.
Up and aNimy like the dew of the morning,
rhat soars from the earth to its home in the
So let me steal away. gently and lovingly,
Only remembered by what Ihave done,
ley name and my place and my tomb all for
The brief space of thee well and patient]
So let me pass away. peacefully, silently,
Only realm bored by what hare done.
Gladly away from this toil wradd Masten.
Vp to the crown that for me has been won,
Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises,
Only remembered by What I bave done.
lee and away, like the odours ot sunset,
_That sweeten the twilight as evening comes
So be my life—a thing felt but not noticed,
Audi but remembered by what I have done.
Yes, like the fragrance that wandera in fresh-
ness
When the dowers that it came front are
closed and gone,
So would' be to this world's wearY dwellers
Only remembered by what I done.
I need not be missed, if my life has been bear.
ing
(As its summer and autumn Move silently
The bloom, andthe fruit, and the seed of its
.1 shall still be remembered by what I have
Needs there the praise of love w Alien record
The name and the epitaph graved cm the
stone
The thinge we have lived for, let them be our
Wo oursewes but remembered bY what we
have done.
I need not bo missed if anotlxer succeed me,
To reap down the fields which in spring 1
have sawn ;
He who ploughed end scaved is not sniesed by
the
Hole only remembered by what lie has done.
lentinyeelf, but the truth that in life 1 have
Not myeelf, but the seed that In life I have
sown,
Shall pass on to ages—all about me forgotten.
Savo the truth I have spoken, the truth I
have done.
So lot my living be—so be nty dying;
So lot my name lie unblazoned, unlcnown,
Unpritised and unmissed, I shall still be re.
membered—
Yes, remembered hy what I have d ono.
RIoratius Boner.
THE LOST VIOTORIA.
trrort win, be Nade to Habit the
English Warship—An Italian Inventor
COMIldent of Success.
A Valetta, Malta, special sayal—The
Victoria, lying seventy fathoms deep under
the blue Mediterranean, off the coast of
Tripoli, the hidden tomb of many gallant
British sailors, may soon be brought back
to the outer world with all its ghastly :
freight. An Italian inventor has taken it
upon himself to return the bodies of the .
dead, and the carcass of their sepulchral 1:
home to the bereaved families and the
Admiralty of England. Sig. Balsarnello
has invented a new dieing appara-
tus, known as the " Balla Nautica," or '
deep-sea ball. It is an enormous metallic
sphere, whia, by a complicated system of
pumps, can bs sunk to almost any given
depth. By an ingenious mechanism it can
be raised to the surface in a very short
time. The chains and grapnels uecessary
to bring the Victoria to the surface could
thus easily be put in place, and so the one
difficulty attending the undertaking would
be conquered. The King of Italy is said to
have witnessed the workings of a model of
the invention, and to have expressed a hope
that the attempt would succeed.
Sweet " Good Melt."
There is a tender sweetness about Some
of our common phrases of affectionate gee
ing, simple and unobstrusive as they are,
which falls like dew upon the heart. 'Good
night 1" The little one lisps it as, gowned in
white, with shining face and hands, and
prayers said, she toddles off to bed. Sisters
and mothers exchange the wish ; parents
and children, friends and friends.
Farniler use has robbed it of its signifi-
cance to us • we repeat it automatically
without much thought. But consider : We
are as voyagers, putting off from time to
time upon an unexplored sea. Our barks of
life set sail and go onward into the dark-
ness and we, asleep on oun oars, take no
such' care as we do when awake and jean.
neying by daylight. Of the perils of the
night, whatever they may be, we tieke no
heed. An unsleeping vigilance watches
over us; but it is the vigilance of one strong.
er and wiser than we who is the Eternal
Good. Good tend Godspring from the same
root, are the same in meaning; "Good
bye," is only "God be with you.' "Good
night" is really " God night," or " God
guard the night."
It would bete churlish household in which
these gentle forms of speech were ignored or
did not exist. Alike the happy and the
sorrowful day by day may say "Good
night "
Abuse is often of service. There is noth.
ing so dangerous to an author as silence.
Iris name, like the shuttlecock, Must be
beat backward' and forward; or it fells to
the ground. .
Children Cry for Pitcher's Castod4
A SHORTENING.
Down' the street; through the busy way
A lady passed on marketing elay.
Who, pausing at a grocery stage,
Stepped quickly in at the open doer,
With bated breath and anxiousYnien
She queried, have you COTTOLBNEa'-
The grocer, leaving off his work,
Interrogated every clerk ; •
But none up to that time had seen
An article called
"What is it?" said he to the dams,
"That answers to this curious name.
What is it made of? What's its use?
My ignorance you'll please excuse."
"You're not the merchant for my didlor
I see you're quite behind the times. (
For COTTOLENE, I'd have you know,
Is now the thing that's all the go,
An article of high regard ;
A healthful substitute for lard.
Its composition pure and clean ;
For cooking give me COTTOLENE."
As from his store the lady fled,
The grocer gently scratched his head -K
On his next ordr,r, itrst was seen,
"One dozen cases COTTO.L.ENZ.'
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