The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-04-01
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pose calling their dwelling "Melfort
Hail."
August had came round again,
when Marion noticed that her hus.
band often seemed thoughtful and
abstracted, but when she taxed him
with his silence and unsociahIeness.
he insisted with an effort that moth.
ing was wrong. II shall be late to.
night, DEAR" he said. as he left her
one morning-"very late. perhaps,
and l may have to leave town to-
morrow fora few days." She thought
little OF 1t when IL o'clock struck,
and then midnight. but when she
awakened with start to find 1t near.
ly day and her husband not returned,
she owned herself alarmed. Then
came a messenger from the store.
"Mr. Delamayn was needed at once
H0thine had been seen of him for two
days; was he ill?" A thousand sus.
picions tortured he mind could any
thing he wrong? 1t was nearly noon
before he came, looking haggard and
occupied.
"'Marlon," he said, 1--WE must
leave town tomorrow. Something
has happened. Are you strong
enough to bear it?"
Leave town tomorrow! What
can haye happened ?" she gasped,
sinking down on the sofa. "Is there
anything wrong? Oh, Walter. they
sent from the store to know why you
had not been there. 1t cannot be
that"
"Cannot be that what? Why are
you crying so, darling? Sitting up
has made you nervous. You must
rest to-day. for tomorrow we sail on
the BOthnia at 6 O'clock"
II do not understand you. Why
should we fly? 1 know you have
done nothing wrong. Stay. and all
will be explained, all will come out
WE'LL"
1t was his turn to stare. "My
/ dear" he said, II have done moth
ing wrong. but my father is i'll and
has forgiven me for thwarting his
ambitions in the matter of a family
alliance, and l have been telegraphed
fOr," and he handed her a dispatch.
1t read:
"LoNDoN, Aug. "a.
"Hon. Walter Delan,dyn, care Brit
ish Consul. Ne,O Yo,k:
"Lord Melfort IL seriously III. He
desires your immediate return"
1t seemed all dream to her, a
dream from which she could not wake
for the next ten days--a dream of
doing a years shopping in one after.
noon. with such pocketbook full of
bills as she had never seen even in
the Millburn First National Bank
of sailing over the Atlantic, the most
admired and honored guest in the
great Cunarder of driving at night
down English county roads which
the impossible lion stood guarding
the three "heraldic thingummies,"
and after winding for long mile
under stately trees, halting at last
before house that lohked more like
the palace of her childish Visions
the dream ending as s'her husband al
most carried her up the steps and
whispered to her:
"You are home at last, in Melfort
Hall. Don't give way, for the horror
of America I"
1t was not dream. and when Mr..
Dennison reached New York on his
way back from South America pre-
pared to find an easy place for his OBJ
noxious son in.law in California and
take his daughter home, he found in
the papers brought on board by the
pilOt-boat personal item to the ef-
feet that all London society was
crazy over "the beauty and accom-
plishments of the Hon. Mrs. Walter
Delamayn (nee Dennison). Lord Mel
forts daughter-in.law, whose ap-
pearance at the recent Royal Draw
ing Room created a sensation with
out parallel in fashionable annals"