Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1883-08-16
PRIDE, PASSION AND Gv'l1!TY,
THE FORTUNES OF A HUNTED
HEIRESS.
CHAPTER III.

LEARN SOMETHING OF OUR HEROINE.
We go back few months anterior to
the events already recorded, and to a
lovely and enterprising town a few miles
from the city Of Boston, and about fifty
miles distant from the community of spin
dies where the Corporation Boarding
house of the buxom Mrs. Moriarty il 10
Gated.
We had determined in the original plan
Of this story, to conceal the names of GER
tain locales, as many of our incidents have
foundation in real life, and as a few of our
characters are moving and "living facts;'
but the beautiful suburb of Brooklne,
just outside the city, is too enchanting
place for literary disguise, and it is there
the present exigencies of our story calls
us.
Struggled among the trees, and far back
from the wide and shady lanes leading
from the highway, is stone mansion of
great architectural beauty, q magnificent
lawn of velvet green. divided at the far
Their end by splendid gravel driveway,
rolls smoothly down to a low stone wall
which runs along the front of the grounds
for more than two hundred yards. Beau
tiful elms line the walks, and in the rear
of the mansion is spacious and beautiful
conservatory, the grounds about which
are laid out with rare taste and excellence
the fragrance of almost every species
of flowers, verbenas, heliotropes, pansies,
geraniums, and blushing carnations nod a
welcome to the morning winds, and give
simple beauty to the place impossible al
most for our prosaic pen to describe
Further back is beautiful sheet of wa
ter with boat-house on either bank,while
couple of gaily-painted boats float light
ly at their mornings. Opulence and ex-
quisite taste is indicated on every hand.
The very stables on the grounds, beauti-
full enough for private residence, speaks
of great wealth ard lavish expenditure.
In this luxurious home resided Mr.. Pc
ter Dillon, together with his son Walter,
and his neice, Kate Dillon, young lady
of great beauty and mistress of all the ac-
complishments taught at the famous SEM
mary of Madam Devenant, many of whose
pupils were among the leading bellies and
most accomplished ladies of the land for
Madam had been a teacher OF the social
fine arts at Hazeldean for nearly quarter
of century-it is enough then to say
that Kate Dillon graduated at her Acade-
my, to appreciate to the full, her accumu-
lated graces and accomplishments
The elder Dillon was about sixty years
of age, and the legal appointed guardian
of his neice Kate and had taken up his
residence at Windemere about four years
prior to the opening of our story; about
which time the father of Miss Kate, n
very excellent man, and charitable withal,
died leaving his daughter whom he loved
with the fondest affection, underline guar
dianship of his brother Peter, a man who
at the time of assuming his role of guar
dian, was engaged in some kind of broker
age business. 1t was not known in the
community whether OF not he was man
of means-but one thing was soon found
out, and that was that he was mean and
selfish man-evinced in the fact that upon
the accession to the control of Simon Dill
Ions estate, he cut off all the charities in
which the latter delighted in assisting dis
charged all the old servants, many of
whom had been on the place for years,
and even sent away Rates maid, Made
line, who had grown up in her service
He supplied the place of the latter with
person of his own selection, and with
whom he seemed to be thoroughly ac-
quainted.:,
She was about forty years of age, sour
but obsequious, and constantly watched
over the outgoings and incomings of her
beautiful Mistress; and, in fact, kept over
her such stringent guard, that Kate finally
applied to her guardian for the woman's
discharge.
She was frightened at the answer she
received. Dillon was sitting with his son,
Walter, in the library, when she entered
TO make her complaints. and pressed her
request. -,
"You don't like Mrs Markham, eh," said
the old man cynically.
IL do not, sir; and further than that, i
do not wish her about me-" replied the
fair girl.
swell, Miss, you will hereafter bear in
mind that my wishes are to be consulted
here and not yours. AS your guardian, L
will have whom l please here, and par
ticularly will i have Mrs. Markham, n
lady for whom have high respect. 1
desire you to further understand that
will hear no more complaints. See that
my wishes are obeyed"
With these curt and insulting words
he old tyrant turned away and resumed
lis conversation with his son, who stood
Gaming on the mantle quietly smoking a
Sigar.
Tears filed the eyes Of poor Kate as
she listened to the cruel words OF her
heartless guardian, but she only said:
"Tbinps have sadly changed since my
dear father died" and passed from the
room. =,
As she opened the door she ran fnl
against Mrs. Markham, and she knew sns
had been listening at the key-hole: ina
lady flushed holly, though smile OF tri
umph cleaned in her eyes. Kate passed
her with look Of contempt, and went I'M
mediately mp to her room.