The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-03-27

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'Ycu 0ye Mot tkat mans soa"
No moro than you ara have always
CORRECT tle error. Perhaps, a. my origin
il q hulnthe ono. was ashamed to do CO."
added, with faint laugh.
He took no notice Of my self-deprecat;on.
''Cen Inc all about yourselr-as short rs
possible. hut pass over nothing"
So IN q few words I told him the story
which, years ago Julian Lorraine had told
me.
How was born in mid ocean. and in a
Curious way established some sort of claim
~, Mr.. Lorraine. Nv tale was but halt fin.
ished wlen Grant left me, and heard him
in the outer office shouting for telegraphic
terms in a way which scandalised the decor
c,,s clerks. He wrote two messages rapidly,
,la..w down u sovereign and asked for Sons
.na 10 :u ut once to the telegraph oAaca
7heu Il" seized me by tho arm.
'tol,e!'' he crisd; AL that trash"--
lss1aaing ':m business papcrs--''can wait.
Losue with NE
He swept Ins out Il the otllce hlee
sghirlwfnd. down the stairs into the street.
He shouted for cab and in q moment We
were tearing at foll speed toward our hotel.
Had 1not guessed that something deepsr.
something concerning my own fate lay un.
Ser his exc;toMent, l shonld In w Thought
that Eustace Grant had suddenly gcn,
mad. No: knew that he had made som,
discovery which wrought great change
il everything
What il II! Toll me-" said.
81 Connnt I ssanunk S~>only Wait os>o
minute
Tell me that it means good to Viola ard
to me-"
He graspsl my hand. Julian" he said.
lit means everything
sank back sleechlcs=. For u minute or
two was willing to rest content with this
bold assertion and ask no more questions.
said no more until We reached the hotel.
Grant carelessly threw money to the
s.abman, passed his arm through mine, and
led me to our sitting.room at rate which
made us the observed Of all. Once there,
lie grasped both my hands and shook them
vigorously. Then he left me.
In minute he was back again. He held
two letters In his hand. He gave me one
"Sbe wrote this he said; ut is fare
well, and was to have been given you when
you had learned ALL
Unmatched it and would have opened It.
stop moment" he said. This one il
letter which ON her death bed Viola's
mother told mo to give her daughter on her
twenty first birthday. Your vile reed II in
Mr.. Monks Office while she was waiting tor
Won and while was talking to Mr.. Monk
When You read 1t, picture her feelings, and
you will understand every thing"
Grant turned away and left mo alone
with the letters
Which should J open 6rsta Viola,s, at
course. Sad though it might be, 1t would
contain some word of love which would b.
precious to me- kissed it and tore it open.
Here 1t is:
'sDEARRsr-You will read this, knowing
AL. Had We not met-hai You even bs.
feved me faithless to you. could have car.
f'eai the dreadful secret to the grave and
NW, at least might one day have found
Yourself happy again You have forced
the truth from me, and the truth shows you
that this letter is IN eternal farewell Al
times Thought. when years and years have
raised, We might meet again. Dearest il
Eau never b.. Even that hope is denied Us.
Julian, fate hns baen cruel an seems eve
c'1aeler now that You must shar. the sorrow
aud the shame. Farewell
laid the letter on the table AM, o,an,,
the second packet. Another letter in ;
"onan's writing: also two Ion, marrow
strips Of paper read the letter
my DAr'lhTER--lf am dead. this vi;
he given you on your wcnty first birtl,!ay
TIC name under which l pass is not M,
own. lam the wife-yoa ar, TIL .!auyhte'
-nt Julian Lorraine, OF Herstnl Abbey
Sou.ersetshire. How he treats.i ,,n,. why
lett him. are matters upon which 1 need no
speak He WAS a iiend in human SHAPE
,a,oll never s@ him again He does no
know whether am alive or dead tel
you this, not that you may Sex,k h..n ant
claim the right Ut daughter, but that yo,
may shuu and avoid any QUE bss,riur hi
wicked name. He is rich, bat riches do mo-
bring happiness. Live y0a- own swce
ME, marry good honest u.aL and let YOU
true name. On the relationship ytsl hear +.
the man who SO cruelty wronged me, nave,
psss your lips II ever You feel tempessl I,
20 70 this man and say, 4 am your dsugh
tor. think Of me and The years IT suffering
he has caused me. Let him die withoa
showing be has child 60 fair and ovius
asyour1elG Your a6ectiouate mothar.
''MAnoARxr I-oNAIxD"
Tue slips of paper wore certl6csts,-on
II the marriage Ut Julian Lorraine and Mar
;sarek the othar of tho birth of Viola.
Now knew ALL rested still aud MIC
turcd my poor girls unspeakable horro,
when she read that fatal letter. and learn,s
that her husband was her fathers son b,
what she supposed was former wife.
seemed to SEQ har struck down IN tho tirs