Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1885-10-16

are in new world. Beatrice, will you say
once more in our new world what you said
in the oldY'
Lower and lower she bent her head, and
the blush rose and deepened on her white
cheek. Then she raised her head and her
gray eyes looked into his
LET me leave you one moment" she whis-
pered. Without waiting for the permission
she drew her hands from his and glided
away, swiftly as she had left that evening
at Lakewood House, but this time without
leaving him hopeless.
Sne came back in less than minute, and
her boy came with her. Holding him by
the hand she stood and looked at Frank.
He understood He drew the boy to him,
sat down and put the little fellow between
his knees. Placing one hand on his head,
he looked up at Beatrice with grave
smile
Dearest" be said, ''children may come
to us or not; but this boy shall always be
to me as my own son. He shall never
mourn for his unknown father; never, if I
can help, know shame covers that fathers
name"
He raised the child and kissed it, Harry,
with whom Carruthers was always prime
favorite, put his chubby arms round his
friends neck. Beatrice watched them and
smiled SOFTLY
Carruthers after disengaging himself
from the boys embrace, put him gently
aside, rose and held out his arms Beatrice
came to them, laid her head on his shoulder
and wept happy tears. He whispered words
of passionate love- kissed her again and
again, and all the while Master Harry
watched the two with childish attention,
and wondered what was the meaning of the
curious scene. At last they remembered his
presence, and Beatrice handed him over to
his Bavarian nurse-an act OF expulsion
which he much resented
Somehow, the thought that death alone
had given the right to love made Frank and
Beatrice's love-making quiet and restrained.
They were happy, Of course, or Frank was,
but not demons tratively happy. After he
had told her thousand times that he loved
her, Beatrice kneeled at his side and held his
hand
Frank, my own Frank" she whispered.
''You will never bring the past up against
me? l have been wicked, deceitful, but,
dearest, l have suffered for it. Frank, you
shall know every thought of my heart.
will be true wife. If any thing ever told
me that the remembrance of the past made
you doubt me, l should die-I should die,
Frank"
Of course he took her in his arms and
vowed she was the sweetest, truest, noblest,
ETC., etc. What, in fact, every one VOWS in
a position similar to his
Then she asked him to leave her for awhile
leave her to think over all that had hap
pened. He obeyed. He, too, wanted to
think.
Naturally he called again later in the day,
and the two began in a rational way to dis
cuss their plans for the future. Beatrice
was very uneasy about Mrs. Miller. She
blamed herself for not having taken the adj
dress which would reach her in London
1t was settled that they should wait
week longer in Munich, in the hope of hear
ing news of Beatrice's emissary. Then Car
rlltbers spoke of something which all day he
had been revolving in his mind
Listen, Beatrice. We are to go back
together and your cause is now my own.
There is something to be faced. There are
those who have right to ask you to explain
your absence But there is a right you can
give which will override all Others
Dearest, let us return as husband and
wife"
She flushed and trembled. ''Oh, Frank,
how can II So soon p
''Soon Beatrice, it is more than five
years. That man was dead to you more
than five years ago. He died when your
love died"
"True! 1t is true p she murmured
"He died then, not now"
81 feel that l do not ask you to do this for
selfish reasons" said Frank II ask it be-
cause it is best for you. A few months en-
gagement to you would not be WEAKNESS,
darling. This I must sacrifice" His arms
went around her and their lips met.
fo,, hoe o;I
She placed her hand i1f'his. ''Let it be as
you will, my love, my lord. I have no will
but yours-oh Frank, Frank I feel that
can face anything, face anybody, so long as
know that we are not to be parted-know
that you are to be mine forever"
So they were married in Munich. Why
not2 Who was this dead man that he
should stand between them? What had he
done that he should be considered2 That
she should truthfully say that she forgave
him---that she would speak no evil of him,
was all, nay more, than could be justly
asked of the woman he had betrayed in even
a baser and more callous way than the
word usually means when applied to villains
and women. Even when he met his desSl
was he not on his way to work her evils
Maurice Hervey dead week agos No, the
man she had known as Maurice Heryey died
when years ago he dropped his mask, and
showed her what lay underneath.
Beatrice and Frank were married. They
found an English nurser9aid who was going
home, They engaged her to accompany
them, and take care of the boy In due
time they all reached London. Beatrice'S
anxiety respecting her faithful servant had
now grown very great; so the first thing
they did was to try and gain tidings Of her.
The only thing they could do was to apply
to the police; and soon after the description
of the missing woman was given they were
told that it seemed to answer to that of
woman, unknown, who was in the pauper
lunatic asylum. So to the asylum they
went, and having been shown the clothes
worn by the woman, knew that their fears
were well founded. Frank had felt nc
doubt about the matter The nurses man
ner on a certain night had assured him as to
what the end would be, He told Beatrice
SO.
Beatrice was greatly shocked and dis
tressed "Poor Sarah," she said, "she was
never mad ~ith me, could always calm
her. She was my right hand for years,
Frank. She helped me, tried to shield
me" here Beatrice blushed as painful
memories rose-"You will never know how
the poor thing loved me, Frank"
IOt rIuuk Will never KNOW, HOT Will MS
wife know how the woman loved her, and
what she did for her sake!
Beatrice saw the doctor and questioned
him. He told her that the woman was in
hopeless state; what appeared to him to be
the gloomiest, most incurable kind of re-
ligious mania The chances were she would
not live long.
Beatrice begged that she might see her.
The doctor shook his head. An interview
would do the patient harm. Beatrice would
pot believe this, and asked the doctor to tell
her poor servant that she was here. He
could judge from the effett of the news as to
the advisability ef a visit. The doctor hu-
mored her. He soon returned and said that
the mention of her name seemed to redouble
the poor woman's decisions. She had turned
her face to the wall and made gestures of
absolute aversion Frank drew Beatrice
aside,
"My dear girl" he whispered, "depend
upon it she saw this man, let slip the, name
B. Munich, and knew that he was on his way
to you. The grief at what she had
Willingly done quite upset her poor brain.
She is SO troubled at it that she will not sea
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