The Dillon tribune., 1885-08-15
A FAMILY AFFAIR
BY HUGH CONW AY,


Author of SCALED Back" and Ozark Days
Chapter XVIII Continued.
Be it understood that Beatric, was not
flying from the shame which revelation oil
her foolish marriage and subsequent act OF
deception would entail; although she would
willingly have paid large yearly sum. 81
long as her husband left her in peace and
kept tie secret. Gladly would she have
made some arrangement which would spare
her pride the modification OF her being
known as the wife Of felon Gladly would
she have done all in her power to save her
father. her uncles, and such friends as she
had, the pain they must feel when all was
revealed Yet it was not ON this account
she dsd. Her one aim was to save tbs child
from the man who was his father.
She believed he could legally claim her
boy. She knew he was villain enough to
take him by force or fraud il the chance &C.
Cured. The moment Harry was in Hervey's
hands she saw she would be at his mercy.
She would be forced to submit to any con-
ditions. however exacting and humiliating,
in order to regain possession of the one thing
which was left her, thu one thing she could
her respite; gave her time for considera.
tion. It was the simplest and easiest way
out Of the difficulty. So she decided upon Il,
Once out Of England they travelled by
easy stages, and eventually reached theil
Observation-Disclosures. Tha city on inspec-
ton seemed as suited as any other to Bea-
tricc's needs, SO she hired furnished fiat,
engaged a good-tempersd, handy Bavarlar
servant, and settled down to that quiet.
calm life which she had in her letters to the
Talberts described herself as living.
These letters were sent under cover to q
friend of Mrs. Miller's. who posted them in
London. As English stationery can be pro.
cured on the continent as easily a. every.
thing else that /, English, the letters con.
veyed no information which could be used
to discover the retreat. Beatrice dreaded
sending them; she feared that some unfore.
seen slip connected with them might dis.
close her abode. But it seemed SO unkind
not to let her uncles know she was alive and
we'll. She did not write to her father. She
fancled her proceedings would not trouble
him much, and felt sure that any letter sent
to him would run the gauntlet of Lady
Clauson's unkind comments. She trusted to
Horace and Herbert to let him know all that
they knew.
quaiutances. Some people never do. Just
- there arc men whom other man never
think Ut asking for cigar light, 80 are there
women to whom other women do not make
the frat advances. Beatrice, with her re.
served but polite manner, classical features
and distinguished bearing, no doubt con-
veyed the idea that she was state not to be
encroached upon without the passport of an
introduction.
SO for society sho had her boy and her
faithful slave, Mrs. Miller.
However much . mother may love bar
child, she Ii not blamed II she finds that his
constant company does not give all the
pleasure the world can give. However
faithful and intelligent . servant may be,
tho mistress may with q clear conscience
look beyond her Tor companion.
SO Beatrice's life grew once more dismal
and colorless. SO much so that under ita
present conditions tho late life at Hasle-
wood House, when contrasted with it.
seemed wild round Of variety aud dissipa-
ton.
She had her books and her music, but she
had no one with whom to discuss the books,
no one to listen to her music. She took les.
sons IN painting from one of the thousand
artists In the great art center, Munich. but
this was but an aid to kill time, and unbro
ken with any ambitious aim. She had he,
thoughts. These she Stunned as much ~
possible It seemed to her that there was
nothing upon which she could look back
with pleasure, nothing to which she could
look forward with hope. She often recalled
Carruthels' assertion that in spite OF manner
she must have some dream Of happiness, and
she sighed as she thought that now less than
over did life show any Joy Of which she even
dared to dream.
Beatrice was sitting one afternoon in the
room she called her studio She was alone
end in deep thought. She had j,ss finished
one OF her periodical letters to her uncles
1t was lyin. near her, directed but not sealed.
Beatrice was wrestling with the temptation
Of sending q message to Frank. She could
not bear to picture him thinking her cold
and heartless. Should she add q line to her
letter. Should she oven write him letter.
But what could she say to him! Nothing.
absolutely nothing! Besides, provided be-
had not yet learned tho truth, the most con.
ventional message from her would raise
hopes never to be realized. Poor Frank! why
did ~ learn to love herr Why did she love
MINIS No. not that! She was happy that
she loved him; that she had found the power
OF loving and trusting still hers. Yes, hope
less as such love was, she rejoiccl that She
could love such man as Frank. But no
word, no message must be sent.
1T IL part Of tho price must pay for
my folly" she said as she sealed her letter.
Her eyes were full Of tears as she did 50.
Mrs. Miller entered and saw her emotion.
my sweet, my DEAR" she said; ''what is
1T There is no fresh trouble.'
>"None. the old one is enough" said Bea.
trice. Mrs Miller looked at her solcitously,
"You are thinning Of the man who loves