The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-08-04

than ever at the first suspicion that sug-
gested ITSELF Wounded in her affection
for another-an affection whose strength,
perhaps, she scarcely dared to whisper
to her own soul-her feeling for Henry
Dalton became one almost bordering on
aversion. His simple, practical good
sense; his plain, unpublished manners; his
persevering, energetic, and untiring pur-
suit Of o vocation for which she had no
sympathy-aII these Jared upon her ro-
mantle and enthusiastic temperament, and
blinded her to his actual merits. The
world, which always contrives to know
everything, very soon made itself COM
pletely acquainted with the eccentric con-
ditions of Mr.. Arden's will, and the cir
cumstances of Henry DaIton's marriage.
1t was known to be marriage of con-
venience, and not of affection. He was a
very lucky fellow, and she was very
much to be pitied. This was the gener-
al opinion, which Elliuor's palpable in
difference 10 her husband went strongly
to confirm.
Mr.. and Mrs. Dalton had been staying
for a week at Baldwin Court, when the
young barrister was compelled, by his
professional pursuits, to leave his wife for
few days under the protection of his old
friends. Sir Lionel and Lady Baldwin.
"You will be very happy here, dear
Elinor," he said: "the house is full of
pleasant people, and you know how great
favorite you are with our host and host
ess. You will not miss me-" he added,
with sigh, as he looked. at her inditfer-
ent face.
miss you! Oh, pray do not alarm
yourself, Mr.. Dalton! / am not so used
70 usurp your time or attention. l know.
where your professional duties are con-
cerned, how small consideration | am
to you"
81 should not work hard were not
compelled to do so, Ellinor," he said,
with shade of reproach in his voice.
my dear Mr.. Dalton" che answered,
coldly, al have no taste for mysteries.
You are perfectly free to pursue -FOUR
own course"
So they parted. She babe him adieu
with as much well-bred Indifference as if
he had been her jeweler or her habers
dasher. As the light little phaeton drove
him off TO the railway station, he looked
up to the chintz curtained windows of his
wife's apartments, and said to himself,
How long is this to endure, 1 wonder2-
this unmerited wretchedness, this most
cruel misconception
The morning after Henry Dalton's de-
parture, as Sir Lionel Baldwin, seated at
breakfast, opened the letter bag, he ex-
claimed, with a tone of mingled surprise
and pleasure, $50 the wanderer has re-
turned. Al the very bottom of the bag
can see Horace Margrave's dashing super
scription. He has returned to England,
then"
He handed his visitors their letters,
and then opened his own, reserving the
lawyers epistle till the last.
This is delightful! Horace will be
down here tonight"
"Ellinor Dalton's cheek grew pale at
the announcement; for the mysterious
feud between her guardian and her hus
band flashed upon her mind. She would
meet him here. then, alone. Now,
or never, might she learn this secret
this secret which, no doubt, involved
some meanness on the part of Henry
Dalton, the apothecary's son.
"Margraye will be an immense acqui-
sition to our party-will he not gentle
men2" asked Sir Lionel.
IAN acquisition! Well really now, ]
don't know about that" drawled a young
Government clerk from Whitehall.
do you know, S'Lionep (all the young
men under Government called the old
baronet S'Lionel, any other pronuncia-
ton ofhis name and title involving a de-
gree of exertion beyond their physical
powers), do you know, it's my opinion
S'Lionel, that Horace Margrave is used
upH met him at-at what.you-may-calI,
it-Rousseau and Gibbon, Childe Harold
and the Nouvelle Heloise. You know
the place" he said vaguely: somewhere
in Switzerland, in short, last July, and
never saw man so altered in my life. "
Altered" exclaimed the Baronet
Ellinor Dalton's face grew paler still.
Yes, pom nv honor, S'Lionel. Very
much altered, indeed. You don't think
he ever committed a murder, or anything
of that kind-do your, said the youns
man, rehectively, as he drew over BASH
and deliberately dropped four Or fv,
Jumps of sugar into his coffee because
upon my honor, he looked like that sor
of thing"
MY dear Fred, don't be a fool
Looked like what sort Of thingf"
You know; guilty conscience, Lara
Manfred. You understand. Upon m,
word, added the youthful Official, look
ing round with languid laugh, "he ha,
such g Wandering Jewish and ultra
, Byronic appearance, when met hin
suddenly among some very uncomfortabl
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