Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-10-11
CHAPTER XIII.
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The luncheon at Darnel Park that day
was more cheerful than it had been since
the catastrophe of nearly week ago For
the first since that awful night the house
hold had been hidden to hope, and hope
filled the hearts of all, high and low. Even
Miss Darnel was amiable; and poor Grace
was radiant, despite those secret griefs
which gnawed at her breast
81 can bear anything" she said to her
self. off my father RECEIVERS"
She was dying for another talk with the
colonel. He had been in his own room all
the morning, and just as luncheon was
over and she was hoping to get little
walk on the terrace with her godfather.
the colonel went to the stables to give an
order for the dog-cart He would drive
himself, he told the chief coachman. TAX
ing only Nicolls with him. The cart was
to be ready for him at a quarter to G. He
was going to Scadleigh station to meet
friend who would arrive by the o'clock
train. The cOloners position as Sir Allan's
oldest friend gave him wide authority in
the stables, and nobody presumed to cues
ton his orders.
You'd better take Dandy, sir" said the
coachman. Hes good goer. and he
don't mind trains"
The day wore on. Lady Darnel spent
the afternoon in prayer and THANKSGIVING
Each new report from the sick-room was
more cheering than the last. Sir Allan
was sleeping peacefully-the weary brain
so long tormented by the wild visions of
fever was now at rest The tide had
turned. Soon, very soon, Glare Darnel
might hope to take her place beside the
Sickle to see the beloved face smile a
fond welcome to the loving wife
Grace was on the watch all that after.
noon for Col Stukely's return; but to her
surprise she saw him driving away from
the house at few minutes before 6. his
valet sitting at the back of the cart, This
seemed a very mysterious proceeding. The
dog-cart had not been brought TO the hall
door. The colonel had got into it in the sta
ble-yard, and drove rapidly round to the
avenue and away, like a man who did not
wish his departure to be observed She
spent an hour and half of supreme anx-
iety, and at half-past : a little penciled
note was brought to her, in her godfather's
well known hand:
a am obliged to 60 to London. dear
Grace, in your interest. Don't be anxious
All WIN pc we'll II may be some days
perhaps more than week-before | can
go back to Darnel. Your scampish friend
is alive, but in very sad condition.
shall do all can for him, and l shall not
lose sight of him till have obtained your
release. So you may consider yourself
free TO be kind to poor Colchester. The
man is not Frenchman. You nave. there
fore, been grossly deceived by him. and
that fact alone should cancel any promise
you may have given him. Ever your faith
full friend. VS.
Not Frenchman." thought Grace in
dignanily. What an impostorl And he
spoke French so beautifully and wrote
such lovely letters. dare say they are
full of faults in grammar which my ignor-
ance could not detect"
IT, colonel said not word as to whether
Camiilac was or was not implicated in the
crime at Darnel 1t was cruel of him to
leave her unenlightened, Grace thought
The dog-cart had been driven back to
Darnel by man from the station hotel at
Scadleigh. The colonel sent a second lit
tie note to Dora, apologizing for his abrupt
departure, and asking her to telegraph a
daily bulletin to him at the club, where he