The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-12-15

to lay down and rest for an hour. She was
tired. 1t had been quite late when she left
Mrs. st. Aubyns, and not used to such hours,
she found il difficult to recover from the
fatigue which they occasioned.
To her surprise she was disturbed as she
was about to close her eyes for refreshing
sleep, by knocking at the door.
''It is only I, Emily said a voice, which
she recognized instantly.
''Good gracious my husband! What
brings him back Can he suspect?" she
began, when her speculations were cut short
by the entrance of Lord Carisbrook, who
caught her in his arms and kissed her ten
derly, and cried:--
"Here 1 am again, dearest, sooner than
you expected. All, what is this ? You do
not seem so pleased to see me as thought
you would be-.
''You frighten me. I was half asleep. and
my nerves are a little weak. / was at Mrs.
ST. Aubyn's last night till late, she answered,
rubbing her eyes, and sitting on the edge of
the bed, wrapped as she was in the capacious
folds of pink dressing-gown. ''But what
brought you away from Caldecott in such
hurry p
"a relative of mine-wko made fortune
in India, became eccentric, and lived in Lon
don under another name-is dead, died YES
terday, in fact, and his solicitor has written
to me to say that he has left me the greater
portion of his wealth"
''There is nothing very interesting about
that, her ladyship said, I'VE have as much
money as we want already. Is that all that has
brought you up in such hurry? AS for me,
/ would not have gone across the street for
such news"
''You have very strange ideas, replied Lord
Carisbrook, with tone of disappointment.
You were sorry at seeing me, and now you
| don't care for the legacy"
Il do like people to be exact and con-
sistent. Your return has destroyed my pro-
iects of independence for week. 1 was
| going out to dinner tonight, and"
''What is to prevent you?" interrupted
Carisbrook 81 have engaged myself to the
solicitor, and shall very likely stay late talking
over matters with him. l shall not be home
till twelve certainly, so you can go where you
like without paying the slightest attention
| to me-"
Imprinting another kiss upon her lips, Lord
| Carisbrook took his departure, called cab,
drove to his club, and told his friends of his
| good fortune, and ordered dinner.
Her ladyship determined to be brave, and
receive Sir Charles Evander, though prudence
dictated the adoption of a very different
course.
1t happened that Sir Charles was more con-
siderate. He belonged to the same club as
Lord Carisbrook, and met him there in the
afternoon.
''How do?" he said 81 thought you a
hundred miles away in the country"
cat Caldecott, replied his lordship. 'I
have only just returned Business brought
me back. 1t was great pity. l never saw
| finer weather for shooting"
Sir Charles went to the writing-room, and
wrote letter to Emily, in which he said that
| he had met her husband, and hoped she
| would, under the circumstances, excuse him
| for breaking his engagement, as he had no
| wish to meet Carisbrook, and he sincerely
trusted that this evening alone was only a
| pleasure deferred.
In the hall he did not see Carisbrook, who
was putting on his hat, and he said to the
| porter distinctly in his lordships hearing
''Give this letter to commissionaire, and
| let him take it to Lady Carisbrook's, Wilton
| Crescent"
These words fell like thunderbolt upon
his lordship, who. half f-stupeied, watched Sir
| Charles re-enter the club He was himself
going for stroll round ST. James Square, in
which his club was situated, to get an appetite
for dinner, and changing his mind he put
down his hat, and extending his hand to the
porter, said:-
''Give me that letter; it's for my wife, and
I can deliver it, Most probably Sir Charles
| Evander did not see me, or he would have
asked me to take charge of it."
The porter did as he was requested; and
Lord Carisbrook, fuming like an angry lion,
went upstairs to the smoking-room to read
the letter at his leisure, unobserved and unin-
terrupted.
It's contents astounded him. They indeed,
were calculated to throw suspicion upon the
conduct of any woman, and if a man had
plunged knife into his heart, he would not
have felt more exquisite pain than he did in
reading this compromising letter of Sir
Charles Evanders.
''This is terrible!" he muttered, wiping the
perspiration, which had gathered on his brow
in great drops, away with his hand. mo
wonder Emily was not anxious to see me.
This is how she enjoys her independence.
But the affair cannot rest here. 1t was, in
deed, an unlucky day for me when Sir Charles
Evander crossed the Threshold Bitterly
shall he repent his treachery. l must kill
that man, or he shall kill me-" The continu-
alton of this powerful story will be found in
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