Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1885-12-12
HAZEL kfRkE.
By MARIE WALSH.
Based on the Popular Play now
being Performed by the
Madison Square Thea
tire Company.
CHAPTER Ky.
CHAPTER XIV.
RETRIBUTIoN.

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THE next morning Hazel was awak
ened by the sound OF falling rain: the
heat of the preceding day was followed
by severe rain-storm. Hazel coulc
hear the roar of the ocean as the waves
dashed angrily against the cliffs thai
seemed to guard the Channel east and
west like two grim giants.
She spent the day as best she could
hoping that Arthur would return in
the evening. Hazel was glad when
she saw the twilight of that overcast
August day. She lay on low, broad
sofa, hall buried in cushions, her face
cleaning out like marble from among
their rose tints, her large brilliant
eyes dim and weary with watching and
weeping.
Outside the wind was rising. The
trees rocked in the gale; the darkness
deepened; the heavy rain drops pat
tered against the glass. Inside, the
gloom deepened also. She had been
alone, sick in soul, crushed in heart;
now she was strainiBg her ears for the
sound of carriage wheels, for the first
sound of that familiar step on the
stairs, for the first note OF that gay
whistle with which he was won't to
herald his coming.
Alas she waited in vain.
"Where is he this evening ?" Hazel
wondered. Was he with the proud
mother who will perhaps curse him
even as her father had done when she
shall discover that he has married be-
meath him? Hazel realized that Lady
Travers would scorn to receive the
miller's daughter as her sons wife.
Dimly she felt that she was to suffer
from the gulf in rank which existed
between herself and husband. With
half sob, she buried her face in her
hands. She thought of her Cousin
Dolly-dear out spoken Dolly. Oh, if
she could only see her dear, patient,
gentle motherl She thought of her
secret marriage as a crime, for she
dare not look any OF her kinsfolk in
the face as an honest girl should.
Poor little SOUL she knew that her
husband loved her, but she feared he
might be ashamed of her connections
and her humble birth.
She lay thinking OF all this-think
ing so intently that she did not hear
Clara's knock until the girl repeated
it. Then she called ont absently:
"Come in"
Clara entered, holding a telegraph
book and dispatch in her hand.
"Please sign this, ma'am."
Hasel's bewildered look changed to
one of electric surprise. She hastily
signed the book, tore open the dis
patch and read as follows:
1t will be impossible for me to return 10
Brighton until next Monday. VIII write.
A. CARRINGFoRD.
With low moan Hazel fell back on
the sofa and sobbed. She was so dis
appointed. Almost q whole week she
had to endure this solitude. 1t was
Wednesday and Arthur would not re-
turn until the following Monday.
Was her husband deeeiving her :?
Was his mother really SO i'll that she
colld not be informed of their mar
riage? Good heavens! she could rot
endure the thought. What-doubt
the loyalty Of the inan she so truly
lovedl Ii Arthur was salse, she could
not believe i'll any human being.
mo, nc" she cried aloud. "He is
the soul OF honor. | will not doubt
him until he tells me with his own
lips that he is unworthy"
She walked the floor, trying by
physical exercise to quiet the tumult
that ragged in her soul. Alas! was the
shadow of her presentiment becoming
a sad reality? When she heard Clara's
footsteps, she lay down again on the
sofa, so as to hide her tear-stained face
from the girls sharp eyes.
Clara entered to light the lamps, but
Hazel's soft voice sent her away.
Not yet she said gently; Hike the
dusk.s
Clara left the room with a compass
glance at the dropping figure
Of her mistress.
Alas! was not Arthur Carringford's
absence as well known in the servants
hall as in the salon or chamber?
Barney OFlynn did not enlighten
the servants. He had thought from
the first that Hazel was not legal wife,
and his master, he supposed, would be-
come tired of the establishment at
Fairy Grove; he would settle Hazel
somewhere in London and return to
his mothers house. The valet could
not understand what a gentleman like
Lord Travers could see to admire in
the daughter of country miller. He
thought he had saved his master from
a.great misfortune, for which he ex-
pected to be rewarded in tire near fut-
ure. An ugly scowl sdisfigured Bar
ney's face when he thought Of the
thank ks he had received, which were
SO different from what he had expect
ed
While Barney was brooding oyer
his want of appreciation downstairs
in the servants dining room, Clara
came in. She locked at him and said /:
"You don't look in any better spirits
than the missus."
No, feel completely out of sorts.
This kind OF a life don't suit me.
Faith never spent such a dull sum-
mer. Sure, | like to see plenty of
company around place"
so do ], Barney; would not be in
the missus place for anything. Her
husband appears awfully fond OF her,
but he goes of to London toe often to
suit her, | fancy. She goes nowhere,
sees no one. What does it mean ?"
"How do l know, Clara p
"But you know the mystery in this
house ?"
Perhaps l do"
won't you tell me, Barney ~ asked
Clara cOaXingly.
"Well, I'll tell you part Of it, if you
promise never to open your mouth on
the subject to any one at all"
"I'll promise faithfully. 1 would
not betray your confidence, Barney"
Faith, / don't believe you would,
my girl, and will trust you, for | am
just dying to speak my mind to some
body. Come here, then; sit up beside
me; don't want the rest of the people
to hear me; it wouldn't do"
Clara moved her chair close up to
Barney; she was anxious to crafty her
curiosity and hear what the valet had
TO communicate.
~WeH, you see, Clara, / lived with
the old lord"
"Ah! so master is lord, is he ?"
Certainly; he calls himself Mr.. Car
ringford here. Isuppose he don't even
care to put Sir before his name. He
was always so queer about using his
title"
"He is not like most people, then,
wisely remarked Clara.
Sure, you're right. Any of them
that was born with knobs generally let
the folks know it."
Go on, Barney"
"Well, you see, when the old lord