The Morning herald., 1877-10-13

and she hu1riedly pointed the way it lay,
there, in the dellw
Rosale was listening aghast, without
the power to move or stir. %.
"A duel with whom ?" anxiously ex-
claimed Augusta, for she, too, was thinking
now Of Arthur. ....". .,
The Baronet continued an amazed lis
tener, speaking not word.
RI have Just been told the dreadful news
by Mr.. Albert Marsden's own man, con-
tinued the waiting maid, growing more
collected, and speaking of Marsden's valet
in the language Of the servants hall, and
and, Mr.. Albert Marsden! r Laura Hutch
inson proceeded. "Oh, dear oh, dear,-he
was killed-killed stone dead in a momentp
"Albert Marsden deadw cried Mistress
Camelford, and she thought instantly Of
how he had been discarded for Gresham's
sake, and OWNED that by the artists
hand had Marsden fallen.
Rosalie, too, felt certain that her hus-
bands would be the name which next
would be pronounced as that Of the slain
mans antagonist, and Arthur was not he
too dead!
Albert Marsden had not been the only
victim, Rosaie believed; it could be only
because her husbands life was menaced,
that those pistol sounds had brought such
terror to his young wife's heart.
"And Mr.. Albert Marsden was such q
very agreeable young man" whined Laura
Hutchinson: "such liberal young gen
tleman p
This was said with mixture Of admira-
ton and regret; admiration, as she re-
membered the money he had bestowed up
on her, and regret that no more was to be
received from the same quarter.
"And with whom was it that Albert
Marsden foughtP" Augusta eagerly asked,
though feeling certain Of the name that
would be uttered in reply.
Rosalie, too, was equally certain Of the
name which next would be pronounced, and
that, for her, the worst had not yet been
told, and strove to gather courage to hear
that worst and live.
Nobody seems to knows what the duel
was about p the waiting-maid said, now
again perfectly calm and collected, and as
if she had not heard the question last ad-
dressed to her. Mistress Augusta Camel
ford repeated her last question inpatiently,
and with look and manner which caused
her waiting-maid to shiver.
"With whom was it that Albert Mars
den foughtr'
ooh, yes, to be sure, beg your pardon" !"
said Laura, now again stammering as at
first, but this time from different cause.
"It-it-I am sorry to be obliged to tell
it," the waiting maid being as we have al
ready said, somewhat in her mistress con-
fidence, it is no wonder that she hesitatedin
her reply-however. ut was with Mr.. Ar
thur Gresham that poor Mr.. Marsden
fought" Laura was compelled to say.
"Mr. Gresham was not hurt ?" Augusta
anxiously asked, and with still more terri
BILE anxiety did Rosaie await the reply.
II am sorry to say, madam stammer-
ed Laura Hutchinson, "That Mr.. Marsden's
own man, as was, till his master was killed
last night"
What prolonged agony this woman was
causing Rosalie to endure; how slowly
came the answer, which, after all, for this
poor young wife, would come too soon.
eyes, ma a'am," was now desperately
blurted out by Augustus waiting-maid,
eyes, ma am, have been assured that Mr.
Arthur Gresham, though living still, is
mortally wounded, and the doctors gives
no hopes Of his recovery" -
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