The Morning herald., 1877-10-24
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AUTHOR OF "FoR woMANs SAKE" "DRtvE1
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When three months more-three month
, Of terrible anguish to Rosalie-had passe
away, she then consented to see again Clal
ence Hartley e.. npDl,
= "At length she yields!" was l1istree
Camelford's exultant thought.
And, in truth, poor Rosaie had begun t
waver; her craving to behold and to EN-
brace again her little Arthur, grew eacl
day more and more impossible of appease
,nent. ", ~ F1a. I..
/. Meantime, Mistress Camelford had con
triyed to keep Rosaie's present sutton i,
perfectly good humor with himself and lth,
woman whom he loved, more deeply thar
might have been supposed from his seeming
tranquil and patient wooing.
Clarence Hartley came now, day attic,
day, to the mahsion Of Sir Jonas Rathborne
and saw and conversed daily with Rosalie
though never was he long alone with her
Mistress Camelford would not yet trust he1
cousin SO far as, that. nsa7i 8, ,..
Hartley had several times Of late, in his
quiet way, urged Rosaie to name the day,
which was to be the most happy of all his
life; and, hearing him SO speak, the poor
girl would shrink and tremble, and would
''e near to revealing all the truth; but she
would then see Mistress Camelford, with
her cold, hard face; would remember her
boys peril, 50 long as he remained within
the clutch Of such woman, would be re-
minded Of that terrible threat, for. just one
moment forgotten, which Augusta held sus-
pended above her head, and then would
cover and be silent. ey f"
Mistress Camelford' chafed and frettad
that the marriage she SO ardently desired
should be delayed week after week, month
after month; it should be no longer post
poned, on that she was resolved, or she
might presently behold the wreck of her
every hope, the ruin of all for which she
lid SO long and indefatigably toiled, since
more imbecile at almost every hour grew
the baronet; and, worse thought toIher
than even that, it was not impossible that
Arthur Gresham iH9eH night ere long re-
turn to England, and then?
Mistress C4alnelford stamped and raved at
the mere idea OF what would happen then.
3 On the particular day on which we haye
now arrived, Clarence Hartley had scarcely
taken his leave, for that time, of Rosaie
and Mistress Camelford, the door had not
many moments closed behind him, when
Augusta said, very impatiently:
"Have you, Rosalie, lost all desire again
to behold your son?"
Rosaies answer was shower Of tears.
"Oh / cannot wed with him ! l cannot,''
groaned unhappy Rosalie, "dare not accom-
plish such threefold treachery-frst, to ths
man to whom you would compel me to give
my hand; second, to my own heart; and
last, and worst Of all, to him who now lies
1nouldering in his grave, far, far away; and
whose indignant spirit would appear and
curse me for my shameless remuneration Of
all that was pure and holy!"
You are resigned, then, never again to
behold your son - Mistress Camelford quiz
etly, but very sternly, inquired.
"Noj oh, Heaven, no!' moaned Rosalies
but l dare not, as you would have me, buy
hlm back to me-not even for my darling
little Arthur dare be guilty Of deliberate
lnfany to man who honestly loves me and
trusts in the purity of my soul. Not even
for my idolized boy dare doom myself to-
undying remorse, to deceit which l should
then know myself forced to perpetuate; and
should tremble also lest, through some other
tnan me, it should one day be disclosed,
lor' and here Rosalie walked close to her
cousin, and looked her txedly in the face,
well l know, and so, too, do you, Augusta,
wnat AZ, would happen then-Clarence Hartley
absurd p sneered Mistress Camelford.
IT is the truth; as firmly as am are
you convinced Of thatp' was Rosalie's re-
sponse to her cousins derisive word and
gesture; and Augusta was well convinced
" tAe truth Of that, which it was necessary
sne should appear entirely to discredit.
seemingly so impossible there is q lat
u sht hidden tire in CLlrenc. Hartley's breast
winch, it aroused, would consume those
VINO had dared to brave its fury. The key
W MS true character was given to me Ly
'ne who knew him well p Rosaie said, and
heavily sighed.
And Mistress Camelford smiled, for she
llaerstood who it was that had been her
,ousln 8 informant in thi' knew that Ro-
'aue was again thinking o. Arthur Gresham,
a. fatner, that he bad at that moment, re-
ufned more vividly to Thoughts from whiclA
's was never entirely absentC |:
Il Will now leave you to reflect and rea-
W with yourself" said Augusta, "and will
vsurn ;a: In an hour to learn your final de-
.'ion employ well the time now given
you; and remember that your fate is
wv IN your own hands, and will be what
VI snail choose to make it. A second hus-
~ aaa' handsome, Of noble disposition and
l1l enormous wealth, which would be
n aaployed to crafty your every fancy; be.
!; oes that Hartlys devotion would soon
NJ NJ from you love which at your age can
W long remain within the grave Of one
u a,, ever lost to you, and presently you
ould hnd yourself, in your second mar