The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-05-24
BOTH AVENGED.

Two men stood facing each other
men both strlkingly handsome, but very
different in style.
One of them was tail and broad.shoul-
dered, with handsome blonde face,
clear frank grey eyes and wavy chest
nut 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 en-
throned, 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-
lon, and apparently about the same age,
which might be about twenty-five or
three.
His face was classical in outline. his
syes deep, WIDE brow, generally yelled,
however, by the heavlly-lashed lids,
seldom looking anyone straight In the
face; his mouth, shaded by slight
silken brown moustache, was, though
finely cut, the least pleasing feature he
possessed. Its expression, If not ex-
actly cruel. was more than cynical,
though 1t could smile alluringly enough
at times. However, the verdict gener-
ally accorded by women was that Paul
Etheridge was handsome as 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
zee from where they stood, but Arthur
was only the son of younger brother
of Paul's father-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 balustrade,
and beside her handsome middle-aged
gentleman--the father and mother of
Arthur Etheridge.
Inside, another woman sat at the
open window-the widowed mother of
Paul.
She was a beautiful woman, this
chatelaine of her sons vast estate, but
her face, to say the least. was at this
moment anything but a happy one.
Long years before, Helene Merton
had been a governess, whom George
Etheridge, the master of the Grange.
married for pure love. Her beauty had
made her queen of society at once, a
position she never relinquished.
Her husband had been dead four
months when Paul was born, and his
birth had made her sort Of queenre-
gent, 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
orother-in-law and his wife, but her
glance wandering past them, took In all
the beauties of the grounds which sur
rounded 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 certain
sousinly manner, Paul's mother felt
there was some enmity between them.
Suddenly she rose, and began walk
ing up and down the room, strange
expression on her face.
at can never be undone now," she
said psssionately, speaking her thoughts
aloud. "But can still my heartburn.
ger no longer. Oh, my darlingl
must have you with me, no matter how
1 manage it. / must find some way
Paul Is not worthy of my love.
''Heavensl to think of it all maddens
me; and yet I would not undo it
Think Of all the years 1 have reigned
here. No, no, will not regret it. ]
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 " it'll
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 8
little narrow dower-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 curtsled deeply as the lady enter
ed.
SIS Sybil inP" Mrs. Etheridge asked
"She is down in the garden, ma am, ,
the old woman answered. "Shall cal
herr"
"No; | will seek her there;" so say
ing she went out through a side en-
trance, and walked down a garden al
abloom with simple flowers, yellow
marigolds, and family tinted foul
o'clocks, morning glories and portu-
laces, red sweet-williams and bachelor.
buttons, beds of mlgnonette and south
ernwood, and some fragrant rosetrees,
heavy with flowers.