The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-12-22
THE EDICT OF FATE.

The library of Mr.. Trevelyan's elegant
country residence was one of the pleas
ATTEST apartments imaginable, and on
that bright summer morning seemed the
embodiment of GOODNESS, shade and fra
grance-from the dark green carpet that
covered the floor like a sheet of emerald
velvet, the lighter green silk curtains
and damaSk furniture, to the cleaning
marble statuettes, the white and gold
calf-bound volumes in rows of shelves
from floor to ceiling.
Outside the sun shonc, and the birds
were holding perfect carnival of song
in the warm, fragrant air.
Everything seemed so pure, so peace
full, so strangely at variance with Mr.
Treyely an's angry, clouded face, as he
stood, straight and naughty, with one
hand on the green cloth of the CEN
trial table, and his eyes looking down on
Raymond Santelle's face-a face perfect
in its bold, manly outlines.
. 1t is the most outrageous breach of
gentlemanly honor | ever had the mis-
fortune to know, and / am the more as
tonished, Mr.. Santelle, that had always,
previously held you to be suitable
man to occupy the position of tutor to
my sons. But this total disregard of
every law of etiquette, honor, decency-
if may be allowed so strong an express
.sion-this open-faced, presumptuou5 at
tempt at Irritation with a guest of Mrs.
Treyelyan's, isis Extensively disgusting
to me-"
The young mans eyes blazed as he
listened patiently to the quiet, intense
insult, and you could see how tremend-
Gus was the force with which he kept
himself in check-you saw it so plainly
by the tenseness of every muscle in his
1.-THE, handsome frame, by the compress
sion of his lips under his dropping amber
mustache, and in the intense, frightfully
calm tones of his voice as he answered,
with his blue eyes never f1inching from
the cold, gray ones opposite him.
YSu have made most unwarrant-
able assertion, sir, which, for Miss Veldt's
sake, | regret-which, for my own, | care
as little as regard the truthfulness of it,
as -"
Mr.. Trevelyan interrupted hin by
sudden blow Of his fist on the table
: You dare tell me-yoII, hired teach
er in this house, that | am a liar-that
Miss -"
Santelle did not make the smallest at
tempt to interrupt the tide of passion,
but there was something in his eyes that
made the gentleman pause suddenly, and
then Santelle went on, quietly as before,
with that unnatural quiet that precedes
terrible tempests.
"There is no occasion to introduce the
lady's name again; | simply say | have
never paid her any attention beyond
hat no n la1 n
that | should pay an Empress of the
blood royal if the occasion required it
or any other woman. You have seen fit.
to misconstrue, and from the moment
you branded me as unfit for the position
of tutor to your sons, however, false the
accusation was, you ceased to be my
employer. Mr.. Treyelyan, there is no
need to prolong this interview"
He bowed with the cold, polished ease
of society-usaged man, and went leis-
urely from the library to his room, with
that same compression of his handsome
lips, but with the fire In his blue eyes
giving place to a bitter, dreary woe.
. To think she is the first woman |
ever met who could quicken my pulses
by glance of her bright, beautiful
eyef-and | insulted because / dare
converse with her-I, tutor on
salary, she a darling of fate and for
tune! I"
Down in the library where Santelle
had left him, Mr.. Treyelyan paced to
and fro.
The insolent, independent puppy,
with his face like gods, and his manner
the manner of prince! 1t is time he
took his congo from Trevelyan Park
when he bids fair to be formidable
rival to my son Rupert in Ida Veldt's
favor. am not blind; am not fool;
| have seen the girls magnificent eyes
look at him with light in them I'd will
ingly give check for thousand to see
in them when she laughs with my boy"
And, just within one of the deep, dusk
recesses of the library, hidden by flowing
sllken drapery, as fair a girl as ever
lived, with lustrous dark eyes all aglow,
and cheeks as pink as a morning glory,
stood quiet and breathless until Mr.. Ire
velyn had left the room.
The grand, glorious fellow Why,
he's a very picture in disguise! l Won
der-I wonder if-oh, dear, of course it
IS only chivalrous courtesy Mr.. Santelle
feels, and | won't be fool if he has got
the most heavenly smile and the hand
soonest eyes ever saw, but FL see him
again before he leaves, and"
But Ida Neldt did not see him again
before he left Trevelyan Park, for Mr.
Santelle did not remain over one train
and when Ida returned from her gallon
over the breezy country roads, with her
cheeks glowing, her hair wind-bown
over her face, like mist of spun gold.
and her bronze, dark eyes, eloquent with
the strange, half-sweet, half-sad thoughts
she could not understand, Raymond
Santelle was separated from her, by fate
and the railroad, 50 many miles that
ever to meet again seemed of even less
likely probability than the finding of a
needle in haystack
But, Raymond, there is no use in
your being 50 obstinate about it! You
have fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY as
eats in dark cellar-aren't they, Mrs
Santelle?"
Harry Livingston reached out to take
Raymond Santelle's hand to feel the |
throbbing, irregular pulse.
Z" Don't be a fool, Harry! / tell you I .
am not sick-at least, beyond a trifing
cold-although won't be responsible for
an attack of brain fever if you and
Aunt nv don't omit ooddI;po mo