The Exeter Times, 1884-8-28, Page 2LOST FOR A, WOMAN. here until receive his answer. Who
knows? We may wrong hila. When
the truth fatally known to kiln—"
BY NAT Ala\ES 1!l. MING, "sho Is the lady?" asks Rene, ab
svtnoit or
l:as "there
w. She hbeen trees—inn the
the pink wvatch-
tiile)et and Rite," "' :! 3.1a4Qi- ing us for thelast Ave minutes,"
; P " One fight's 31.1.13107/."Iu a dress ^ Miss Routh then,
ria
1 .of course, her delicate lips curling; '" it
te., ;tr...te. is leer metier to watch me always, Yes,
_ — '. it is Camilla Routh, and she sees that
PART I. we see her."
The pink dress emerges, its wearer
lu mine eyes she is die sweetest lady advances. Who i, this olive -skinned,
that I ever looked on." iarl:aaoustached, extremely haudsomo
siren int. an. •i r anima.:
yoneg man, With vwhom her cousin's
dile ► of Valeutilio blood flows in your wife talks so long, so earnestly, se
1 ,�i secretly, tlnider trees, in hidden places
veius. in the park? It is her duty to see into
She sits and listens, and leaks hale ° this. rind curiosity is nearly as powerful
with consternation and amaze—tl;ough as sense of duty with Miss Routh. So
slowly it tdawus upon her, this that she i she comes forward, gathering field
hears. 44 Then grandlnaiunla eta: de• : dowers and ferns as sho comes, hum-
ct'ivetl, 1 was not her grendda4: lttt'r 'ming a little tune—fair, sweet, artless.
atter all—not her heiress., ()h. lieut.! a nueouseious. a picture of blonde,
Rene : if he --if I --if lie—Sir Vane—, ' clan British beauty. But she is not
had bet known that:" She -:tor:, :roti destine,' w be enamel—es is tilte rudest r
covers her face for a molleent wait her; repulse. reshape Miss Routh has ever
han•l•. :dot Madera'. lctltinne, s W re.reetived m her life. As shedrausnear,
E ,he hal but 'known tical! plat• . Lady Valentine deliberately rises, eye -
alight have been free to -aa:, os—I:eite'-lug her full, Masses her hand through
wife- the arinof lierpieturesque-lonking cave-
•• Ii we lied but knowm '" lien:- tl inm�t, tier. ;iu.i turns her back upon her
idly. It Lae leena fetal til t+'ar. enemy. Pent, is, rather agliust. but,
It utnilt1 hew, be, m b. tet r I +a):4m titeer, them' i nothing for hits but to follow
j.4W.a, if. at tl.a, ,..,t- .(,<}'. it tvi re 4111• • Poloree' Ieatl. It is tit' mat enttiug of 4
kiloton 'till. But George V'tl.•titiu'• • wits. easel. miss Relish ,•t -'r., ---titin^
live,. an,l what he lots 3..st ir-IV be his ' ued,
again. It a::s Maf1^'u Valr titin i.t,; •• Do mit come up the lunise. Rene,"
lit'—'tt]lt. ft11.;8:i>,i01311 an' t.l t.''.11.1 hall' ' Dolores says, her pale e•laetd' t1nsiritn!_,'
and tell in this. Nothing slain t)f :t paiieiiI y . I cannot ;ask soli. And11.
*age e> to tli,- divine; en:tld lit'.. t 1111•• not te"m.e lar're.:1g.lim either. i f+, tr that
lite .lel it. It i; a singular Scor. , t...s, l tram;i'l. it /1C-11 I heir fn;:. - hisu--I
have cone* tat t••IL' will let yte; l:ii,iw. I believe ttlett yea
tut he tt'lle 1t—the story .,r 1'=ut. • telt 1111 say nu to Paul- whatevt•r the
Pate the ge ,•f mane anti :i1.•utitr.. result hiss be. i*util thou—adieu anal
the c 4'ealle fra.ii shipasreek. the after '; as nests!.
lite ▪ the r:: -turn to P.,•tue. the mewed Miss Routh. watching afar off in
tri tsly. a1.1 thel reco. nition. He speechless, furious anger. sees her hold .
•d>.
..,. �v detail that 111 van -a her ' out her two hands, sees hint take them, ,
mo t e r ; 'tf her ft Wier. of course. there, is and hotel them in a clasp that is close
e,
seal tail•i+t. r.tj,li\ is of Int' and long. ilk! that Valli'. that Dow-
114'1'
iars•1"r t 1 -t. 11,e t, a nil l:rr tilt ,l. Iii+ tiny, that Colonel Deeriug were but here
r,?i ^ ate M;'dz1:1'asat 41'.;44 .l eiu uritis
SOW! wbe cannot Bear a worts they rsa
t V .'
.. � 613 t .a 6 U .t 16 t1
r i4i fait 1 t L ll g
—Tore i the lets—making al�in�' t s'caei+3
tvlal rm • t▪ 4 the a ri 46•, • 1¢;.E tl,e ¢title tet r -i`^11 ILU11. 1:0 ti01.1 it. b t(+re '.1111
winch la has no eleeliits of right- Ana sleeps V.tue',hall be' written t:+ of this.
D"i"rt' L-rt'tl:. tel it all. u ith a bait ; shalt Bear it with all the additions mil
%lased ..art t.i weal e.ii. ns;tin. fet'ling t 1Ilbelli+sltu,rilts that malice and hatred
giddy with the effort to take it in. but eau add. :# dull glow of horrid
couviit -s 1 that it is true. 'walls(' Rola; triumph fills her in tilt+ midst of her
is ernlineeti. and lit'eaitse M. Pani is the rage, Let her look to it niter Me! It
lostlele:Old beeiitse ""grandmanlla,"i, the young, Frenclt•C'anadian sculptor,
wtsl:4 Ait ten 14t'r d; Eug bs11. ' uo doubt, of whom Vane is already
There is r.ilenee for a little when he 'mins. She has lost no time in sen ;
has done. The gray ('venin; s11a+'lows . lug forher old lover, now that her 1n1s-
gra• est t•I.iug np, anti the ruby tires of handl i6 out of tthe wos*! It is a coara.e 4
Owsnnsa•t arey.111ug fast. She sits and thought. but the fairi'amina's thoughts
mil
]s at that thing light. some of the ' arts mostly eoerse. F.t t Its r loal. tri it !
the insult' has been deadly—the reprisal
`shall be the same.
They Tart. Ilene returns to the
villain• --tete two I:rdia•:, by iiiffmeet
paths, to the house. Mies .Reath .1056
not appear at dinner . she k busy over
risiug g...y sitadoai s,rt•mtaing to darken
her Live. I. sho 'terry --is she ;slid:'
She 'rally ].tbl•w 4 ; she feels apathetie:
1,1,15 (15 r: .1 --whet does it a ett.-r:'
tit -orgy V«tilt11t44,e'hi ;l nghtt•r, or the
t hilts elf thiseats-nu nen who < name
5;.t, l,alalca,l..ltltat. that .. it sn' ln1 v uavt
t.
•
She es still- eo:nt" else what usay' Vast•
'1/4".skutiue's mfr, No Amigo tan 01811ur -
that. Other things are notliilkg, less
than nothing. For her the world has
co:n0 to lain caul--si eh things as Lone
tells her sof are outside the one vita!
interest of her lite If she could but be
free again ? Ilnt she is in bonds and
letters fair all time. Let rack and
wealth then tease amigo o ais they Jist.
• Weil," Rene breaks in upon her
dreary reverie, after a long pause. "" You
are silent, You look strangely—like a
ghost, almost in this half light. What
is it, Carina mitt?"
•• I can hardly tell you." she answers,
dreamily, "it is all so strange. I am
try-ing to realize it. M. Paul Farrar•--
George Valentine ! Well it is easy to
believe anything of M. Pani—he was
always like an exiled prince. And his
mother knew and forgave him at the
last! and he made her dying hours
happy ! Ah 1 that is a good hearing.
But the fortune—the title—does he
think—his cousin will gave them up?"
"No, Dolores; he docs not."
" Nor do 1," she says, simply, end
her large oyes look at him earnestly ;
" I am sure he will not. Will the law
compel him, Rene ?"
4.1 think so. I feel sure it would
eventually, if George Valentine should
choose to resort to law. But he will
not ?"
" No ! Then why---" - •
"He has no hope, Snowball, of get-
ting his own back again; and he does
not mach care, I think. If you were
happy as mistress here—as that man's
wife—"
She makes a sudden motion, and he
stops. She feels she cannot trust her-
self on this ground ; it is best not to
tread on it at all.
"Leave me out of the question," sho
says; "it is a point of honor—of simple
right and honesty not of feeling. If
George Valentine Iives, we—I have no
right here. Perhaps I wrong my hus-
band—who knows ? At least we will
not prejudge him. He shall know all,
and thus—"
They sit silent; they know so well
what Vano Valentine's decision will be.
"Is M. Paul in England?" she asks.
" He is not; he remains in Rome. He
is strangely sensitive and ` abhorrent of
all notoriety. Half a score of fortunes
would not make up to him for the pain
of telling his story to the world. That
.is why a question of birthright, easily
enough proven, 1 should fancy, becomes
.a question of honor. If, in the face of
the evidence he is prepared to show,
Vane Valentine persists in "keeping what
he has got, through you, then keep it
he must. George Valentine will never
tell the story of his reckless, erratic life
to the world throughthe medium of an
endless Chancery suit."
" It is like him," she says. There is
another pause. "Where are you stop-
ping, Rene ?" she inquires, suddenly.
"At the inn in the village. I am
going up to London, however—
" No," she interrupts ; " do not for a
day or two. My husband is in Corn
wall; I will write to'• him ;to -night. and
tell him what you have told me. Wait
a letter. every wtlrsl or ttliit•h I s tt.es, is.
tad with as venomous :sting. She lilies
her dinner, and has it 'brought up to her,
but rile 'likes her revenge better. My
lady writes is letter too, before ,.he
sleeps. also :a long toll"; it Hee her
until pest iniahl:ght. awl is a eerefu11y
and tn111ntely -stordi°ad repetition of the
story Wile lass tolls her ruler the, trees.
There is more than the a ,tory-•-an :Tits
nest
11 -
nest protestation r£ her belief in its
truth, and her perfect twillinguess to
resign the fortune, to which she has
never had a shadow of right.
"I do not fear poverty," she writes,
+" trust me, Vane I I was never born to
be a lady of rank and riches—both have
been a burden to me, a burden I will
lay down, oh ! so gladly. This ' burden
of an honor unto which I was not born'
has weighed upon me like au evil incu-
bus from the first. Oh, my husband, let
ns give back to George Valentine his
birthright. He will net generously—
more than generously, I know, for I
know him—and for me, I will go with
you, and be in the day of disaster more
faithful, more fond, more truly your
wife, than I can ever be weighted down
with wealth to which neither of us has
a claim."
But while she writes—her whole heart
in her pleading words—she knows she
writes m vain. More of her \woman's
heart is in this Ietter than she has ever
before shown to the man she has mar-
ried. Apart from the misery of dwelling
under the same roof as Camilla Routh—
with the right done nobly for the right's
sake—far away from this place in which
slie has been so wretched, poor and
obscure, if it must be, she feels that a
sort of happiness is possible to her. yet.
If her husband is capable of an action
at once honest and noble, then her heart
will go out to him—freely, fully. The
very thought of his doing it seems to
bring him nearer to her already. If he
willbut do the right—if he will but let
her, she may care for him yet.
Next morning, . by the earliest mail,
two very lengthy,verydisturbin ;epistles,
in feminine chirography, go dotty to Sir
Vane Valentine, Bart., among the mine
of Flintbarrow
•
CHAPTER XXXV:
"IT WAS Tin IiOVR WIrEN WOODS ARE
There comes time in most lives when,
after long depression and wearing wor-
ries, a sort of revulsion, "a sort of exalta-
tion of feeling seta' in. Such a time
comes now to Dolores. There is a re-
vulsion in favor of her absent husband.
Perhaps the fact that be is absent has
something to -do -with it. Looking in
.his gloomy face, it would seem a difficult
thing for any woman, wife or otherwise,
to get up much sentiment for Vane
Valentine. Her ideas, after all, of the
sacrifice demanded:are vague. •If Manor
Valentine and the fortune are resigned
to their lawful os'ner, she knows very
little what will remain to them. She
doubts greatly if the sacrifice will be
made; it will never, at least, until proof
"clear as Holy Writ" • is placed before
41M-4—that is to hb s peoted. He Will be
.esited and tuibelleving, beyond doubt.
•, eliee con'v'inced --rut t 'sine is. sure
Sn - detevietiOn must bo possible- since
is the claimant ---he • cannot be
sal ariegly Ii::honest and: dishonorable
as to retain what uo longer will be his. '
Dolores, r. t, sing on Mese points, is
primitive and of another World than GREAT
0 L C I O' S.
CII31ViST1
"1 bate completed an cxaaninatioll, of the Da* Iteliipg Powder. and find to my sweep
that it contains earbonate of ammonia. The Use 01 ibis drug in the preparatiou of feud is
entirely wrot'g and ought not to be permitted,
this; the distinction between aline and
thine stands out with almost .startling
vivuhit:ss in her unworldly mind. Tore-
tain knowingly, the go as of another, is
to resign hope of salvation here and
liert.aft;r•-that is her creed, sharp and
clear. It is quite in leer to regard with
horror and aversion such a one. For a
husband capable of such a crania she 1
feels that even the outward semblance
of regard .tial chits inial comae to an end
Price's Cream Baking Powder
—that for him, for all time, nothing but lines nut contain ammonia.
ceutempt could live in her heart. And > This tact s►luu,l(l$ cause its use lei, pi e1 t-eiice to the tunnel-.
to drag out life by the side of a Iran one
despises ---well, life holds out for any
woman few harder things, \i, se., liven. of Chemistry and Toxicology, Starling Medical College.
But if be does the right—oh ! linen I
how gladly will she go with him, to
poverty if need be; how she win honor
him, how hardly she will try to win hila
back, She does not fens poverty—WAS
sho not Boor on Isle I'erdrix, and were
not thostt the best, the very hest, days
of her short life? She would like a
cottage. she thinks, where rho miens
reigu aloue, far from stern Miss Dorothy,
sneerhie Miss Ruth ; and with her bus.
band alone, 'who knows ?-she alight
learn to love Mira; he even might learn
a little to e':tre for her. She would so
s�rivc,
SO try, so pray! Atn•thing--any.
thin,; would be better thee tide death in
lie here, tide most miserable estrange.
none, this loveless house, these cold.
Marti face. Any change, be it what it
may, must be for the better. She will
try, at least—the opportunity being
given -she mill do her utmost to soften
and win rho 'tan who is her husband.
With hopes like these iu her girl's
mind, Dolores waits through the long
day that follows. She does not go out.
She ha,n a feeling that. she would rather
not sleet Rene again until she has ,:yen
Iter husband. She must be loyal of
heart, even to the shadow of a shadow,
and to sit by Reuc's side. look up iu
Relies eyes, h:stt li to lt1 itc s voice. and
remain thoroughly true to Vane Valeu-
tine, is no such easy task. If slie goes
abroad she May meet him, so she re-
mains at Mne.
Tho evening post brings her a Letter
from London, from Temima Ann, Site
has half (agotuu this faithful friends in.
tlliul ing of other things; she feels self•
reprusiuhful for it, as she reads. Jemima
is stopping,ter the yresent, in au Mutable
OM 011 loil'„uli;. gut prig ell remaining
there until Iter "dear sweet Miss Spew.
hell"
no w -
ball" writen,good-by. Then site will go
back to New York and resume life in her
native land, It is not quite so easy to
think wifely thoughts of Sir Vane and
make i1.t'lleitlre reei14ltinnes. after reading
this, awl 3'5":11,•'.1114.1+4'?, how treacherous.
!yang ::t"al:ltiiy thio lineage friend was
forced away.
Auother night; another day. This day
certainly will bring the absent seigneur.
A strange nertn:t.nd.-.s, begotten of trait
ing and expectation, hope and dread,
fills her. She can 5 -st nowhere ; she
waielti : ah tit 4,s1e •tbnatt the house,
starting at every heavy footstep, at
eery opening door.
Miss Routh watches her with mall-
' cious, smiling eyes. She has seen Rene,
at least; has walked down to the village
on purpose, and chatted for five minutes
conliesceudingly with the hostess. No,
they have not many strangers at the
Arms this spring, the landlady says,
dropping a curtsey. Only one just now;
a Mr. Macdonald, a foreigner, by hislooks,
and ways, and talk, in spite of his Scotch
name, No, she docs not know when lie
is going away ; he (does not say ; ho is a
real gentleman in all his ways, and gives
very little trouble. Mr. Macdonald ap-
pears at the moment, walking briskly up
the road, with his sketch -book and
cigar, and keen, dart. eyes, and Miss
Routh hastily pulls down her veil and
departs.
The day Wears on. Sir Vane comes
not. It brings no answer to her letter
either, and Dolores' fitful exaltation of
feeling vanishes as it came. ,SEL dull de•
pression, a fear of the future, fills her.
How blank and drear that long life -path
stretches before her, here in this silent,
dark, moldering old home, with the faces
. of these two women who dislike her be-
fore her every day, and all day long!
Insulted, distrusted, unloved, how shall
she bear it to the bitter end. And she
is but nineteen, and life looks so lens, so.
long!
Perhaps it is the unusual confinement
to the House that is telling upon ler; it
is now two days since she has been one.
A half -stifled feeling oppresses her.; she
must get out of these deathly -silent,
gruesome rooms, or suffocate. It is after
droner; the last ray of twilight is fading
out; there is a broad May moon rising,
and a star-studded sky.
She leaves the house and wanders
aimlessly for awhile between the prim
beds and borders of one of the Dutch
gardens. Now and then she stoops to
gather the old-fashioned, sweet-smelling
flowers, but almost without knowing
what sho does. A nightingale is singing,
in a thorn -bush near, a song so piercing-
lysweet, so mournful •in its swaeetness,
that she stops, and the tears rise in her
eyes as she listens. And in that stop
and pause something more than the
nightingale's song reaches her ear—the
soft, cooing tones of Camilla Routh pro-
nouncing her name.
"Dolores' lover? Was he really a
lover of your wife's Vane, before you
married :her ?" she is asking. "Anything
more lover like than they looked when
I serer liens it would be difficult to
fluid. s tie is .very handsome=there
can no no mistake about that -with the
.w os't: beautiful Spanish eyes Z think I
'ever saw."
There is a, grumbling reply ; , it sounds
like, " Devil take his' eyes l" and it'' is
the voice of the lord of Valentine
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Dolores stands quite still, thrilled and
shocked, feeling all cold and ri id, and
powerless to move. A tell, thick hedge
separates them ; she Rears a dart; dun -
colored dress, and ill this shadowy light.
ammo' the other shadowof trees and
ru(wnligltt,a he can hardly be seen. They
are walking slowly np and down a i,r•
elu(iesi avenue ltuown as the Willow
Wasik. In the deep 'weekly; hush even
Miss Routh's subdued tones are distinct- "
Iy anti painfully audible.
" He is still 1n the village," again it
is Miss Routh who speaks: "how oft n
they meet, where they nett, I do not
know. That they do scot. i s eine:dime'
course. Yes. Colonel Deering Lae .,:til-
ea twice. but site has declined to a o
him ; one lover, I suppose. at a time, is
as mach as she can attend to. r,
'Old totes, new lovet.twbatare they rural? i
010 love dos at the now lnvo'dl birth. "
kltinar;
the fair Camilla, and laughs
softly.
"':iignor Reno is fax and away the
handsomer man of the two."
"Are you too deserting Deering and
going over to this sallow, black-eyed
boy, Ca.ualla V' retorts with a sneer, Sir
Vane. Pn. li G', Ws r'r, 2 rus-r Asti ham N TainA'r
N. IL DOR . 37,S"
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' �itendae It• Nervous 1'rt stratlen � to l the
I am true to my first lover. She is
pretty, Vane, really pretty. I always
doubted it—being a blonde myself, I
seldom admire blondes—but the other
evening when I came upon her by his
side down there intim park, you should
have seen her—transfigured by gladness,
love, who knows what? les, she is
pretty—when she likes. I confess the
woe -be one expression she puts, on far
us hardly becomes her. People aro
beginning to talk—many were whisper-
ing the other night at the Broughtons
how wretchedly ill and 'worn lady Val-
entine was looking. It would be well
to speak to her on the subject, I think,
Vane. It may be pleasant for her to
pose in the part of the heart broken
wife, but it can hardly be agreeable for
you."
Something a sulky and stifled im-
precation it sounds like—ground out be-
tween closed teeth, is the answer. Miss
Routh is an expert mouser, and knows
how to torture her victim well,
" But about this extravagant story—
what
tory
what of that, Vane?"
Miss Routh appears to have the ball
of conversation in her own hands, and
to unwind at her pleasure.
" Something must be done, and at
once. We may disbelieve it, but we
cannot afford to ignore it. And others
will not, it we do. Once let it get
abroad that you are not the rightful
baronet—the rightful—"
She is interrupted, sullenly,' angrily,
by her companion. "I do not propose
that it shalt get abroad,"he says.
" No ? But that is this Macdonald's
purpose in coming g here. How are you
to prevent it ? Your wife will see
" My wife will not see • him. She
shall never see him again !"
" What do you mean?" breathlessly.
" Nothing that you • need take that
startled tone about," sulkily, " nothing
bat what.I have a perfect right to do.
I mean to remove my -wife out of ' his
way."
" Yes ?" eagerly. " How—where ?"
" To Flintbarrow. ' My mines will
keep 'ne there, off and on, for months—
years, if I like. What more natural,"
grimly, " than that an adoring young
wife should wish to remainwithher lins•.
'band 1 It is a dismal place, I admit,
all the more reason why she should en
liven- ily, unforced' exile: The old stone
'b,?ttse is out of repair, but we can furbish
u»two or throe rooms, for two • loving
lied lately united hearts ; what more is
.relquired'1• And I. doubt if. M. Rene
Maedoea!d's beautiful Spann: • ••,1•li,
Itaiian—what is it ?—eyes N>':
ate the. gloom of Fliitthan ,
tboi igh they were twice as s
•
There is silence far' a moment ; -they
pass -out of ' ,range in their slow! walk,and the sweet song of the nightingale
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FOR THE ISE OF
DOSE.— To moue the bout -
els gently, 2 to 4 Pills;
thoroughly, -1 to 6 Pills.
Experience will decide the
proper dose in each case.
For Constipation, Or Costiveness, no
remedy is so effective a9 AYEn's PILL&.
They insure regular daily action, and re-
store the bowels to a healthy condition.
For Indigestion, or Dyspepsia, AYER'S
PILLS aro invaluable, and a sure cure.
,Heart -burs, Doss of Appetite, Foul
stomach, FIatulency, Dizziness, Head.
ache, Numbness, Nausea, aro all relieved
and cured by Ariatals PILL9.
In Liver Complaint,, Bilious Disorders,
and • Jaundice, AYER'S Pft.i s should be
given in doses large enough to excite the
liver and bowels, and remove constipation.
As a cleansing medicine in the Spring, these
PiLLs are unequalled.
Worms, paused by a morbid condition of
the bowels, are expelled by these rims.
Eruptions, Skin' Diseases, and Piles*
the result of Indigestion or Constipation, are
cured by the use of AYER'S Puss.
For Colds,', take AYER's PILLS to open
the pores, remove inflammatory secretions,
and allay the Lever.
For Diarrhoea and Dysentery, caused by
sudden colds, indigestible food, etc., AYER'S
PILLS aro the true remedy.
Rheumatism, Gout, Neuralgia, and
Sciatica, often result from digestive derange.
reent, or colds, and disappear on removing
the cause by the use of Am.'s Pita.s.
Tumors, Dropsy, Kidney Comp r i n as,
and other disorders caused by eiebt:ity �r
obstruction, are cured by AYER'S Ft
suppression, and Fainful hIcnetrua.
tion, have a safe and ready remedy in
AYER'S PI LLS.
Full directions. ,n rlr:i;us' IauguageSt aO.
company east. package.'
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