Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-07-27
NO. 176
Gales and Skstehes.
PHILIPS REPENTANCE.
Concluded from yesterday J
BN CONSTANCE STERLING. .

| shrewdly guessed that the young couple
had had matrimonial jar, but little i'm
| agined the cause. She found Roger
smoking on the piazza, and told him Mr..
Dunwood was with his wife, and of course
| she was no longer needed.
They've had some tiff, guess. But
lors they'll both get over it. Philip Dun
| wood cannot stay mad at such a pale.
pretty creature. lie will be stone If he
| don't feel sorry when he sees her tears"
Roger made no reply.
When Clare found that Mrs Page did
not return, she slipped from the bed, and
though scarcely able to stand, made her
way to an adjoining room, where stood
| large, old fashioned cabinet, which had
been her fathers, and which friend had
bought for her, when the household fur
| niture had been sold.
81 must get those letters murmured
Clare. II ought to have burned them
long ago, but kept putting it off. or else
| forgetting it,.
She opened drawer, which would not
have been noticed by any one else, and
drew forth bundle of letters, tied with
black ribbon. There were ouly about
tW enty; with nervous fingers she un-
tied them, and began to look them
over. There were two addressed to Rog-
er Lennox, Esq the rest were all ad.
dressed in bold, manly hand to "Miss
Clare Drew"
"1ere are two letters | wrote him and
never sent" she said aloud "How glad
] am that | never sent them to him. /
love Philip hundred times more than |
ever loved Roger, and he said he would
listen to my explanation o then he will
| love me again"
| She heard a step which she knew to be
her husbands, and hastily gathering
the letters up, ran out of the room, into
her own, and dropped the letters into the
stove. AS soon as all was quiet again.
she would get match and burn them
up. She threw herself on the bed and
lay still, her heart beating wildly.
| Philip Dunwood entered the room which
J his wife had just lett, and the first thing
which met his gaze was letter lying on
the floor. He stepped forward and picked
it up. 1t had no envelope, and opening
it, he read
my darling Roger Che turned very
pale) When you left me did not have a
chance to explain my conduct. 1t must
have appeared very strange to you that
should act in such manner. You know
love you. dear Roger, you have never
doubted that, and though fate may have
separated us, we can still be true to each
other. Do not go away from me, my
darling, stay in the neighborhood, and l
will try to meet you again in the morn
ing at ten o'clock, when he will be in
town.
Ever your own
Clare D."
Like one walking in dream, Philip
Dunwood went into his own rooms, thrust
ing the letter in his pocket as he went.
He packed small valise, and in half an
hour was whirling away to Western
town. For two days he travelled, and
then, on reaching his destination, went to
a hotel. and before he slept, wrote and
dispatched the following letter -
Mrs. Dunwood You have cruelty
deceived me. | can never wish TO look
upon you false face again, or hear your
false vows OF love and fidelity. Even af-
ter your meeting with that man, and my
seeing you in his arms, i was willing to love
and trust you again if you could have ex-
planned matters to me, might have been
tool enough to have believed you, but l
am not so insane, as TO trust woman
who writes to man that she will meet
him. found your letter to Roger Len
nox on the floor of the room adjoining
your own. o Clare, Glare, how dearly
loved you once"
Three weeks passed away, and one
morning on descending to breakfast, Phil
ip saw to his surprise, at one OF the Ia
bles-Roger Lennox.
He came Immediately to him and spoke
in low tone, not noticing apparently,
Philips icy demeanor. aal
| Let me have few words with you
Mr.. Dunwood, please. | think you will
be glad to know how greatly you have
erred"
Philip turned back to his own room,
and Lennox followed. Philip moved a
chair for Roger TO sit down, and the lat
ter began:
81 have done very wrong in many ways,
Mr.. Dunwood. but | mean to do what |
think right now. A few days after Your
| departure your wife sent for me, and told
me about letter you had picked up.
That letter was written to ME over three
years ago. Mr.. Drew did not favor my
suit to his daughter. and we met several
times without his knowledge. Mrs. Dun
wood told me that in the letter you picked
up, she spoke of meeting me when he
was away, and begged me to stay in the
|
her parents in a rural village for the sum
mer. / know that your wiie's heart is en-
tirely yours, Mr.. Dunwood. She used to
love me. but never as she loves you. |
went the morning you saw US in the par
| lor, to speak TO her, TO have some explana-
ton OF her sudden marriage. 1t was wrong
| know. You heard only part of our con-
versation. presume. Had you heard it
all, you would have seen how entirely
your wife loved you. found out ace-
dentally where you were. and came after
| you. Your wife's heart is breaking for
you. promised her to send you to her.
viii you go?"
Philip Dunwood made no reply. His
head was bent on the table, his frame
shaking with emotion. They were inter-
rupted by a boy who came In with q tele-
gram for Mr.. Dunwood.
Come at once. r. L. Page" it read.
TcoNcLupEp ON FOURTH rAGE.l