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The Herald, 1908-12-24, Page 3:.2frTr ;. ::o the young girl grew up in the oluely old castle, cut off from all the pleasure;, and amusements of her age, without : any companion except her mother; living only in the glories of the past: and the hopes of the future, thinking of the present merely as a probation that must . be endured. At the age of eighteen she was beauti- ful as an houri, and acomplished to an extraordinary degree. She spoke Italian, French and Gerruan with as much fluency as Spanish. She sang beautifully, and played with no mean skill. Well might her mother's heart glow with pride as she watched her, and her hopes rose higher day by day Madame Monteleone" has begun to form her plans !;She had, purposely lived in a most economical manner, and so she managed to save a strm of money. With this she intended, to go to Madrid, where her name Was still known and honored, and there introduce her beautiful child to the notice of the Spanish queen- While maturing these plans, a circumstance happened which rendered them all useless and unavailing. Destiny head other things in store for Bianca Mon- teleone. The northern front of the castle faced the high road that led to the ancient and celebrated city of Sel ville. One evening a man, coming on business to one of the servants, found in the middle of the road a young gentleman, who had apparently been thrown from his horse, and lay either stunned or dead on the bank, while •the horse quietly grazed at some dis- tance from him. In a few minutes the inhabitants of the castle were aroused, and, by Madame Monte. leone's command, the gentleman was carried into one of the bedrooms, and a doctor sent for with all speed. The extent of his injuries was soon. discovered; and they were a violent concussion of the brain and a broken ankle. For many days the life of the young stranger trembled in the bal- ance. During that time he never' re- covered his senses, but evidently imagined himself in England. They discovered that he was an English nobleman, for in a small pocketbook was written his name, "Stephen, Lord Lynne." They knew he must be wealthy, for he wore diamonds •ot great value, and a purse full of gold •was found in his pockets. Inquir- • res were made at Seville, and then they discovered that the wounded 'stranger had been residing for some .weeks in that city, and that only two days before his valet left him and re- turned to England. Some large boxes belonging to him -were still at the hotel, and these were forwarded to Serranto, at Madame Monteleone's desire. Very slowly did Lord Lynne re- cover consciousness and strength. His gratitude was boundless. He spoke French fluently, and as both ladies habitually conversed in that 1an• guage, there was nothing to check their friendly intercourse. All that he had to tell was soon told. He, Stephen, Lord Lynne, had succeeded to his title two years ago, on the death of his father. His mother was still alive, and in compliance with her wish he was travelling for two years before he married and settled down. He had lingered in Spain, for he loved the country. While at Se- ville his valet left him and returned to England. He was going to visit a small town near, when he was thrown from his horse, and left almost dead at their castle gates. He was !young and handsome—as were all the Lyrines-and gifted with an easy grace of manner that charmed and fasoin ated those proud, high -bred. Spanish ia.diee. When he was able to leave his room he spent many hours every day in the society of Madame Monteleone and her daughter. From the mother the learned the ancient glories of the family—how they once had been sec- ond to none save their royal masters and the young English lord found with surprise that the, plainly -dressed lady-,. who lived in what he consid- ered a gloomy old ruin, 'belonged to one of the noblest families of Spain He saw they were very poor; there was no attempt with more dignity than did Madame Monteleone her obscurity and poverty. From the daughter he learned an• other lesson: the lovely face, the dark, almond eyes haunted him; and he loved her with a wild devotion rare in an Englishman. It was the 'old, old story. •What else could hap- pen. given an old castle, a wounded knight, and a beautiful ,girlP Bianca forgot her high vocation, and fell as deeply in love with the English lord as he had done with her. A few 'meeting among the myrtle and orange trees, and then. Stephen, Lord Lynne, asked Bianca Monteleone to be his wife. He was rich and noble --there was no feat of refusal for him; but for many years Lord Lynne never for- got the look of distress, almost horror, upon •Madame Monteleones' face, when he asked for hot daughter's hand. "My daughter!" she cried. "How blind, how, foolish I have been! I never dreamed that you loved her! You must go away and forget her. She can never be your wife!" "Wily not?" asked Lord Lynne, carni= ly, "What objection have you to me?" "None," replied Madame Monteleone, "c>rts re gerds yourself; but my daughter mitat inirrry e, Spanish noble. I would not give her to the wealthiest duke in 9S gelliVallatiriarethUiteenetelaint England. Her destiny has long been set- tled" "13ut, ,she loves ole, madame!" again urged Lord Lynne. 'Impossible!" cried the lady. -My daughter known her destiny, and. will fulfill it. She must not see you again." The stern, ambi.rous mother adhered to her words, and Bianca was kept a pri- soner in bee own rooms until the depar- ture of Lord Lynne. Mother and daugh- ter said. but little on the subject. The mother appealed to her child's love and sense of right respecting all her high hopes and ambitious views. Bianca lis- tened, and submitted in silence, Lord Lynne left Serranto and returned to Seville, determined at any cost to win the beautiful girl who loved him so well. Onee more alone, Madame Monte- leone began to prepare fur her journey to Madrid. But another obstacle arose. Bianca, who made no opposition to her mother's wishes,- who had submitted si- lently to the loss of her lover, fell ill, and faded visibly day by day. In vain did madame summon physicians, and pay heavily for their advice. They all said the sante thing; her daughter's disease was more mental than physical; and the distracted mother began to understand that her daughter was slowly but surely dying, her heart breaking for the loss o? the fair-haired Englishman, who had brought such golden radiance into her gloomy life. Lord Lynne persisted in calling every day.. During Biance's illness he was sel- dom allowed to exchange a word with Madame Monteleone; but one eventful day, instead of being dismissed with a few curt words, he was invited into medaine'a boudoir. There she told him frankly that her daughter's marriage with him would be the bitterest grief of her life, the downfall of her hopes, the last step completing the final ruin of her race. Still, Bianea.'s life must not be sacrificed, and she withdrew her op- position. Not another word. did the stern lady utter, even when Bianca knelt at her feet to thank her. She would. not assist in any preparations for the marriage, and the last of the Monteleones was led to the altar by her English lover in plain morning deess and without any orna- ment. • Her mother never blessed her— never gave her consent to the marriage. She said but these few words: "I with- draw my opposition." So Stephen, Lord Lynne, married Bianca Monteleone, and immediately the ceremony was ended he took her to Italy. For one. year Lord and Lady Lynne were perfectly happy. Bianca sighed when she remembered her mother in the gloomy castle of Sorrento. She may be forgiven if her mind did not always dwell on that sad and cheerless picture. .For the first time in her life she was happy; she was out in the lair, bright world, mixing freely with her fellow -creatures, admired, loved, and praised by all. Her husband adored her; never was love so passionate or so devoted as that of Lord Lynne for his beautiful bride. Her love- ly face and sweet, graceful manners, her child -like simplicity, won all hearts. In Rome, in Florence, and itt sunny Naples, she who had never in her whole life heard one compliment, now found hom- age and flattery everywhere. It was im- possible to be young and not enjoy the new and golden life opened to her. For the first time, she ware magnificent jew- els and costly dresses that enhanced her beauty and made her doubly fair. She liked. the grandeur that surrounded her; it was pleasure to dwell in sumptuous rooms, to tread upon soft, thick carpets; to gaze upon rare pictures and statues, to have servants ready to obey her slighteet word. It was pleasant to be a young, idolized wife, whose every wish and. whim were gratified. In the first -tumult of this new life, Bianca half forgot the hopes she had wrecked, the ambition she had betrayed. Once when talking to Lord Lynne of her mother, she suddenly clasped her arses round his neck awl asked him to give up his English house, to bring his wealth over to Spain, and to call himself by her name of Monteleone; but he laughed long and loudly at, the mere idea. "Wait, Bianca," he said, lightly, "until you have seen Lynnewolde. Why, my dear child, you could put all Serranto in on corner of it. You must become Eng I can never be a Spaniard." Whatever she may have thought, Lady Lynne never expressed that wish to her husband again. They had been married almost a year when a sudden desire took possession of 'Lady Lynne. Its was to return to Serranto, so that her child might be born there. Lord Lynne said all he could to dissuade her, but in vain: She was too gentle, too yielding to persist in re- verting to her wish when her husband had expressed disappre'bation, but in a hundred ways he perceived how much she was really bent upon it. They had spent a year of unalloyed Happiness. Day by Day Lord Lynne loved more dearly and deeply the beautiful, gentle girl who had touched his heart as no other woman ever could or did. To make her happy, to watch her' beauti- ful girlish face brighten et his loving words, was the study and pleasure of his life, lie divined her wishes, and execut- ed them almost before they were utter- ed. They wandered about in those fair Italian cities, and life for them resent• bled the golden dreams of the lotus- eater. "I wish I could understand, dear Bi- ansa," said Lord Lynne to his wife one day, "why you wish to return to that gloomy old Serranto,". "I cannot tali," else 1'e�p11ed, • "I do koi. understand What it. ie that i,oems.'to call use home; bide butguy mother's foe le always - ph !refers rue; ane"'d i, St iei i, I would give anything for int little child to be horn in int; ol'l honrol" • You shall bare ,yoin� wieb," replied ford Lynnne, looking, fondly. et her; "but 1 fesse Eh A. I net } l )t n eery warm reception from yntir mother" -"She will be pleased to see us_:'•sa'd Lody Lynne; "and 'perhaps we might persuade bee to lca.te Serrentc and go to England for a time,"' Solely to please his beautiful young wife, to whom he could Muse nothing, Lord Lynne undertook the journey to Serranto. It was a long mid somewhat: tedious .one, for Bianca was delicate, and could not travel far'eithout fatigue, Madame Monteleone received them more warmly and kindly than they had anticipated. .[tor' by one single word or act had she forwarded_ their marriage; but now that they weer- married, not one word of her blighted hopes escaped her, and never once in her daughter's presence did she breathe a sigh. Even the cxpree- sion of her faee seemed changed. She- lled heIraq lived for one object: one hope alone had sustained her, one idea had directed all her words and actions,.• it was all over now, and she said. to herself bitter- ly that she had lived in vain. Something like resignation had taken the place of the determination that had made her face stern and cold. - In after years 3fadawe Monteleone was thanked beyond words that she bad never reproached. her daughter, either by word or look. But in vain did Lord and Lady Lynne try t*) Persuade her to leave Serranto for a time and visit Lynnewolde. "1 should be lost in your English home," she said to the young lord; "and I do not think I could lire away from the myrtle and orange -trees." Neither mother nor daughter was des- tined to see the stately English hone. Quite suddenly Bianca was seized with a violent and dangerous illness. In vain the distracted husband summoned the most skilful physieians in the country. The fiat had gone forth; the short life of the beautiful Andalusian was ended. Hope, and love, and happiness, were all over; and she only lived to hold her lit- tle daughter in her arms and bless it. "Stephen," she said, looking into the loving face bent over her, "I know now What impulse called me home—I cane here to die; but I have been very happy, my beloved, with you" - She then laid the little babe in her mother's arms, and said. gently, "Let her do for you what I failed in doing; she will repay your care and love better than I have done." Before the sou set that evening over the Andalusian hills, Bianca, Lady Lynne, slept the last long sleep. No words can describe the despair of the young husband. The blow was so sudden, so unexpected, that it almost de- prived hint of life and reason. Ike could not realize the fact that his lovely and loving young wife had left him forever. Life lost all its charms, In the first bitterness of his sorrow; T.ctdLynnehad but one wish; it was to die, and so put an end to the anguish for which there seemed no remedy. He remained at Ser- ranto simply bemuse al 'energy. was dead in him. At length he was roused front his grief by a letter from his mo- ther, calling hire hone on urgent af- fairs. CHAPTER XVI. Two days before Lord Lynne oft Ser- ranto. Madame Monteleone appeared be- fore him in deep mourning -dress, hold- ing the little babe in her assns. "My son," she said, addressing him for the first time by- that title, "I am here to ask a favor- of you. You took from me my daughter, my one love, hope, and object in life; snake ansenbi for the wrong you did. Give ase this little babe in place of the child you took from me" Lord Lynne hesitated for some min- utes. It was hi„ Bianea's child; and now that she had left him, he 'sad noth- ing else to love. But the pale, wistful faee of the lady moved high. If be took a child so young to England., the chanc- es were that it would die on the jour- ney. And after all, it would be si per- petuel reminder of his sorrow and his loss; still, he would not part with it altogether. He sourer not consent to give up all claim to this, his only child. So the matter wile compromised' and he agreed that Madan Monteleone should have charge of his daughter for at least the next twelve years, if she lived so long. IncIto this he would not even agree, unless the Spanish lardy wouid al- low him to contribute a certain sin» annually toward the support and edu- cation of the little Inez. Madame Mon- teleone would have consented to almost any terms he chose to offer, so anxious was ahe to' retain her daughter's child. So Lord Lyne° left the eomstry where he had loved and suffered so deeply. Sorrow had aged and •altered him, His mother hardly recognized in the sad, thoughtful mart the bright -fated boy who had been away from her so short a time. Lady Lynne bad said, nothing wlmn. her son wrote to tell her of his marriage with the beautiful slaughter of a noble but impoverished race; but the disappointment 'had been as great THE MAID AT .SWEET SIXTEEN \fining, pensive and Bisect, with deli - mete grate and eharus in every move- ment, but that lovely roicr brat woo uon� :,:i rosily has gradually faded "- away. but li,.t itra'e"!3*1st t. Ilei c�ye, are e�jii les', that lightnese or step end buoyancy of spirit whreb onee were lugs are gone. This girl 14 in danger. ll<.r systrni-do- maride nourishment; her blood roust be renewed. She needei 1 errozonc'---needs it badly—because it will bring bail. the nerve energy • which rapid growth and study babe exhausted. New sttrngtls and old-time vigor return with Ferro - zone. The delicate maid is energized and given the endurance and vigor that meals'! health. SHE NEEDS 4 tl '. t z NE Patents, think it over, In Ferrozone there Is wonderful power for strengthen- ing and rebuilding. Every child needs it --every boy and girl will improve on it. Get a. few boxes, 130c each or six .boxes for $2.50. Sold by all dealers. to her as to Madame Monteleone. She knee, that the only hope for her eon -teas to nsarryrayotne one with money, and she had selected in her owai nlintd the lady whom she wished to esee his svife, a quiet, gentle English girl, with- out any pretensions to beauty-, but the sole heiress to .an enormous fortune. Fut this; hope died when site heard that her son had found a wife for himself,.and she wisely abstained from .saying any- thing either of her Hope of disappoint- ment. Men Stephen wrote to ply t hat after the birth of hie child he hoped to bring his wife hone to Lynnewolde, Brite made what preparations Brie could for them; but when ahe expected to hear something definite as to the time of their arrival. niers came the anal news of the death of the young and beauti— ful bride. Lady Lynne realized how great her son's sorrow, was Wheal ahe SAW his al- tered fare. At first she felt some dis- appointment at not seeing the little Inez but 'pori reflection vire felt it better that he had returned alone. For some months she fell anxious and. alarmed about him: the spring, of his life seemed gene. No smile ever came to Isis lips; never for one moment did his sorrow leave bins. Ilio mother began to to fear that his heart was buried in the grave of Isis beautiful and beloved wife. He child hat: bear to dwell upon that one brief yksar when she lead been with him. But as years rolled on the bitterness of his grief died .-way. CAMPING IN THE PYRENEES. ar. ,party of ton young ee'renehmetl ere ere- pariree to spend the summer 10 the PYrensc,:- 1 L'e h the experience Some or them. went through b last year and they consider theaseelves the di.seoverers of the Pyrenees se a playa-rot:ad, Tiley se in with tents made of due,: over light frames,, which when set up aro about six feet six equara and ,sve feet high a ch of wbieh shelters roar or five men at night. i They also take a collapsible boat, When the railway is left thefirst stages of the Jew - nay into the mountains are made by !ticking ne some of the Muleteers who cross the mountains from Spain tarring sweet grapey to the French markets, raese good fellows on their• way home are only too glad to car- ry the camp equipage on the backs of their burros in eon;lae'ration of a few polite phras- es and a few francs. At the close of a long day's tramp down the darkening side of the mountains the explorers will sometimes see a flame sud-- derily shoot up ahead of them. The guides and netters give an . ex,uamatlon of pleasure and hurry toward it They find it ,las bee,' kindled to guide them by some herdsmen, whose ear, used to the silence of Use mountains, has caught the noise of their footsteps in the distance.. lig had no idea who they were. Most likely he ;l},rought they were smugglers ,plying be- tween France and Spain Close by his but tho camp is set up. In one great soup pot there 1s an oils podrld$0 of meat and barley. From another comes the fragrance of tea. n skin of red wlne is brpanhed and the Frenchmen produce suet: deileacies as smoked sausage and potted fowl. or even pato de Mit gras. The air raid appe- tite born of the day'stramp make everything taste its best. In the morning the party splits up for a day's sport. The cool( and his aid start for some farm or village to buy provender. If there is water near the fishermen get the boat iuto commtirslon. ,nail as it is it is a, staunch craft wibt a belt of Kapok or Java- nese fibre about her which makes her prac- tically unsinkable. This is essential, for the water in the mountain lakes—bowhi in the hollows of the hills—rs so cold that even the best swimmer coula keep afloat unaided. only for a few minutes. While be lived. Lord Lynne never really loved or tared for any other wo- man; but in time he yielded to his lnotller s n i lies. and brought hone to Lynnewolde 'as his wife the wealthy and gentle lady whom she had selected. During the first year of his :emend; marriage, he ;was wretclieel bey=end ext pression; he could nal help itaalie scald` not avoid comparing tlse passionate, beautiful Spaniard with his calm, quiet English wife; but when his daughter, the golden -haired Agatha, was born, lie grew mare reconciled to his fate. He was a rich man now, and held a high position in the county. He began to feel more interested in his duties; he became attached to iiia ieife, in a quiet kind of way. He came to look upon that one: year of perfect happiness more as a bountiful dream than a reality; he tried to forget sunny Spain, her purple bilis, her myrtles and olives—he tried to forget the lovely face that event in dying had smiled upon ]rim; he tried to forget the past and live only in the present, and in some degree he succeed- ed. Pegiiliarly every quarter there came a letter from Madame Monteleone. The child, she said, had even more than her mot.iser's beauty, with all the fire and spirit, all the pride and hauteur of her ancien ace. Lord Lynne shrank selfislely from see- ing her, He did not care. to reopen the old wounds that had once smarted so acutely, He dreaded lest the sight of. her another's face in. the child should bring bade the anguish it had taken years to deaden...So tone rolled on; the Lady ady Lynaie died happy in be- lieving her son to be so. The golden - haired child grew up into a sweet and lovely girl; yet no word came to sum- mon the eldest and dearest child to :her father's home. For Madame Monteleone life seemed renewed. Even ass she had lived, hopes, and pl:anmed for. Blanca, so she now lived and hoped for Inez. The same ambition was renewed, .the same ideas were instilled into her mind. She devoted herself to the child's education; she tried to make her all that her moth- er had been: but uo two characters were ever more dissimilar than that of the young mother and her only child. Bianca was gentle and yielding, Inez was proud and unbending; as well try to move a rock as persuade her to change when her mind was once made up. Di:wee had heard with reverence of the glories and honor's of her race; Inez wszs proud of tlsem, but franitly, told her -horrified grandmamma that in her opinion a little present comfort was worth all the past grandeur put together. Madame Monteleone had managed her own daughter admirably; but Inez was beyond her abilities. Site slid not un- derstand the child's passionate, ardent, artistic nature,'"She was ball frightened when the rich -musical voice sang of the hopes and wishes already forming in her young heart; else dill not understand her. She could not tell why Inez craved to hear something of her absent English father, and looked wearied and melan- choly when the poor lady spoke of the Monteleones. Then began that fatal sys- tern of narrow restraint that ultimately helped Inez Lynne on to life of woe and misery. (To be continued.) He that. wants hope is the poorest roan alive. -•-•Frenal!, GRAND NEWS FOR WOMEN Mrs. E. P. Richards 'feu How Dodd's Kidney Pills Cured Her. After Suffering for Twenty -Eight Years From Pains and Weakness and Sleeplessness—Dodd's Kidney Pills the Only Medicine She Wants. 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