The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-05-15
BOTH AVENGED.

BOTH AVENGED.
Two men stood facing each other
men both strikingly handsome, but
very different in style.
One of them was tall and broad
shouldered, with handsome blonde
face, clear frank grey eyes and wavy
chestnut hair-a man who might stand
for model of King Arthur, in his
Saxon beauty of form and face, his
broad white brow, on which honor was
enthroned, his finely cut features and
pleasant smile: the other man might be
Launcelot, as far as face and form went.
He was hardly as tall as his compan-
ion, and apparently about the same age,
which might be twenty-five or three.
His face was classical in outline, his
eyes deep, wide brow, generally yelled,
however, by the heavily-lashed lids,
seldom looking any one straight in the
face; his mouth, shaded by slight
silken brown moustache, was, though
finely cut, about the least pleasing
feature he possessed. Its expression,
if not exactly cruel, was more than
cynical, though it could smile allur-
ingly enough at times. However. the
verdict generally accorded by women
was that Paul Etheridge was handsome
as q demigod.
The young men were cousins, child
rem of brothers, and Paul was the heir
of the magnificent mansion known as
Etheridge Grange, and that they could
see from where they stood, but Arthur
was only the son of a younger brother
of Pauls fatheT-a man no more than
comfortable in worldly wealth, and he
himself was studying law.
On the terrace of Etheridge Grange,
a lady, tall, fair-faced, and stately,
stood leaning against the carved balus-
trade, and beside her handsome mid
dle-aged gentleman-the father and
mother of Arthur Etheridge.
Inside, another woman sat at the
open window-the widowed mother of
Paul.
She was beautiful woman, this
chatelaine of her sons vast estate, but
her face, to say the least, was at this
moment anything but happy one.
Long years before, Helene Merton
had been governess, whom George
Etheridge, the master of the Grange,
married for pure love. Her beauty
had made. her a queen of society at
once, position she never relinquished.
Her husband had been dead four
months when Paul was born, and his
birth had made her a sort of queen
regent, as mother of the infant heir of
Etheridge Grange, and almost royalty
she had fulfilled the part.
From where she sat she could see
her brother-in-law and his wife, but
her glance, wandering past them, took
in all the beauties of the grounds which
surrounded the home where she reigned
mistress.
George Etheridge, his wife and son,
were visiting at the Grange, and
though Paul and Arthur had kept up a
certain cousinly manner, Paul moth
er felt there was some enmity between
them.
Suddenly she rose, and began walk
ing up and down the room, a strange
expression on her face.
'It can never be undone now," she
said passionately, speaking her thoughts
aloud; 'butI can still my heart-hunger
no longer. Oh, my darling! / must
have you with me, no matter how l
manage it. / must find some way.
Paul is not worthy of my love.
'Heavensi to think of it all mad
dens me; and yet l would not undo it.
Think of all the years | have reigned
here. No, no, will not regret it. l
cannot regret it; and yet, my darling,
my darling, | want you'll"
A few minutes later, wrapping lace
scarf over her head, she went slowly
down the garden, filling her hands with
flowers as she went,
On, down through the flowers, under
avenues OF odorous trees and arbors
of faint-smelling vines, till she reached
little rustic gate.
She pushed it open, and went up
little narrow flower bordered path till
she came to tiny cottage almost en-
powered in roses,
She tapped lightly at the door, and
an old woman opened it,
She curtsied deeply as the lady en-
tered,
''Is Syhil IMP" Mrs. Etheridge asked.
''She is down in the garden, ma am"
the old woman answered. Shall I
call her?"
mo; | will seek her there;" so say
ing she went out through side en-
trance, and walked down garden all
abloom with simple flowers, yellow
marigolds, and family tinted four
o'clocks, morning glories and portu-
laces. red sweet-william and bachelor
buttons, beds of mignonotte and
southernwood. and some fragrant rose
trees. heavy with flowers.
The fairest flower, however, in all
the garden, was Sybil Harland herself.
She stood near one of the rose-trees,
her head bentover it, all her fair blonde
curls falling loosely around her.
Mrs, Etheridge looked at her few
moments-a passionate yearning love
glowing in her eyes-then softly called
her name:
''Sybilr'
Ihe girl raised her lovely face as the
lady called her name; then spranp
towards her with low glad cry-a cry
full of welcome.
Mrs. Etheridge clasped her in her
arms and kissed her many times. and
looked down with love into the beauti-
full young face.
What beautiful young face it was
all pink and white, with lovely violet
blue eyes, shaded by silken lashes, with
perfect features and crimson mouth;
the low white brow shaded by the sun
ny silken rings of hair-the hair that
fell in heavy eurls far below her waist,
In the meantime, Arthur and Paul
stood facing each other, silent for a
moments then Arthur spoke:
.I want to know he said, repeat
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