Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-08-30
IN THE WIRRoR-RooM,
BY HELEN RooKwooD.

81 sIbe host sat -Beaumesnil was Il re-
mark ably handsome and attractive man
graceful and frankfaced, of a layished
ana genial hospitality-the last person
III the world, you would have said. to
be connected with anything shady
mysterious.
beaumesnil was as nearly perfect
place -as. money and, taste, could make
1t, both without aud within.
Hsanywhere among those beautiful
irescoed rooms there existed the tradi-
t,onal closet with its grizzly skeleton. it
was certainly well-coneeaied from view.
There were "stories" about Capel
Mehun, hut you could not be with the
man himself ten minutes and remen-
Der them.
Whether it was his strong personal
magnetism his charming manners, bis
wonderful conversational powers, or
All three, there was the fact-you liked
MIN after aequaintance, however YOU
might have been prejudiced before,
sehe party gathered at Beaumesnil.
that autumn of which write, was not q
.arge, but very gay and select one;
ana the attable host spared no pains to
make everything as pleasant as possible
to every one.
ssrs There, were number of beautiful
women among the guests-one excen.
tionally so-Vivien 'Gueltan. She was
q South American heiress; and IL was
whispered that Mohun meant, if he
could win her, to have her for his Sec
ond wife.
he had been married once-Beaum-
esnil and the "stories came from his
Wlfe-a very lovely woman who died sud
denly within Six months of her wedding
day.
Mohun, it was said, had been devoted
death.
The only foundation for the stories
aay in the fact that the doctors said that
--she died OF polson-some strange, dead.
~ Indian drug, seldom seen in this
country, and Mohun had spent some
years in India. -
But the general impression was,
either that the doctors were mistaken
or that she had taken it herself, by ac.
cident or otherwise.
Mohun must have known of the COS.
alp, butlhe never seemed sensitive on the
~ subject, and though he seldom spoke of
his wife he had no appearance of avoid
ing to do SO. ,e.e.eT-s ~ y
1 don't think, either, that hardly any
OF the women Of his acquaintance would
have hesitated amornent about marrying
hlm on account OF anything that was
said about him.
Indeed, the most of them would have
been glad of o chance to be the wife of
the handsome and agreeable master of
Beaumesnil.
Whether Miss Gueltan was one Of
these, rem aims to be seen. She was not
axe other women III most respects, but
sne certainly did not seem Indifferent to
Capel, Mohun's attentions; and if for any
reason he intermitted them. or linuered
beside another long, she had way of
drawing him back to her without any
seeming effort. ,a,.>ga -
Miss Gueltan s beauty was of O rather
peculiartype She was very dark. but.
had as rich color in cheek and lip, and
blue gray eyes, that were fairly dazzling
in their brilliapcy.
Did it ever strike you," said
gBlanche Camadine to her most devoted
lohnt tDevereux-" how like Miss
Gneltan is to that portrait of Mr.. Mohun's
vile. in the picture gallery?"
"Certainly not!" returned Devereux-
Mrs. Mohun was pure blonde; Miss
Gueitan is brunette"
Still, there is a resemblance-about
the eyes-and the carringe of the head
--and I should think they, might, have
been about the same height and figure"
81 don't know but you're right"
Deyereu1 said, slowly looking across to
where Yivien Gueltan stood talking
with her host.
aS She shadea bunch of crimson lilies in
her white hand, and one trailing in the
,.psilken blackness of her long hair. As
they watched her, she looked up gat
Mohun
There |" exclaimed Miss Camadine;
''rbat is what I mean-that kind OF
blaztng light in the eyes. Come with
me- now. and bok at the picture" I
=" see what you mean. I wonder if
Molnn has noticed it ?"
Perhaps. That may be one of her
attractions for him. He was so fond Of
his wife I"
Devereux laughed.
81 don't believe that rubbish, do
YOUR
Certainlyl Why not? Vivien Guel-
tan must believe it, for she very earnest
ly requested me not to speak before
him of her resemblance to his wife,"
'sOh then you have mentioned it to
''L don't know, She smiled very
oddly when spoke Of it." lit
"l wonder if she is in love with
him ?" .i.t
'tShe seems very much absorbed in
his society and yet, I have seen look
IN her eyes sometimes as if she almost
hated him. -
81, too. That is why asked"
That afternoon, just as Blanche Cam
adine and young Devereu1 had nicely
settled themselves in shady nook Of
the garden, with parasol, fan and book,
who should come strolling by on the
other side OF the high shrubbery but
Viyien Gueltan and Capel Mohun.
Blan che and Devereux sat very quiet,
hoping they would escape notice.
Miss Gueltan, they could see through
the leaves, was looking uncommonly
lovely in black lace dress embroidered
with golden butterflies. Mohun was
talking very earnestly in low voice,
and his companion listened with bent,
hall, ,averted head. {4
Just as they were passing near the
pair behind the shrubbery, they heard
Miss Gueltan's clear, sweet voice say,
rather tfemulouslS: / ~
Ypu. shall have yopr answer to
might, Mr.. Mohun. (" 5S
"But why not now, Vivien," Mohun
persisted, in impassioned tones; "if you
owe me-"
And with that they. were beyond
hearings s5GA . ~.
$50 that's q match," said Blanche,
emphatically.
s'Bet you box of gloves against
your locket that it is not - observed
Devereux, carelessly.
That evening, little while after din
ner, Miss Gueltan slipped an arm around
Blanches slim waist, and drew her away
to her chamber. They we're rather good