Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-03-13

put IL dCdy under lock and ken
card, the whole worll might know tia,
Julian Lorraine was not my father. Sncb
trivial tangs as accidents OF birth vsr,
now matters of indifference to me.
The othe- papers / burned aid no. read
one-half OF them. They clearly s.oWS
what manner of man was Julian Lorains
before he bought Herstal Abbey an settled
down to the life of a recluSe. NJ Life
told myself, was spoil eu-spolel by A
wop'an's treache-yl And vet / could M.
bring myself to hate her. Noe. the truth
be known-I loved her even now-lovel her
although she was living in shama wish nv
enemy. | hungered, | craved for SIGH, Il
her face. the touch OF ner hand wouN
have thrillei mn "a OF cd. Although tod
myself that were she at my feet pra l7g for
pardon, | would spurn her an east Der
from me knew that 1 lied | knaw that
if Viola came to me-if my eyes once more
met hers-I should throw all manloofs
pride 70 the win Is, anl-such was The
strength of my passi on-take this flitheS
woman to nv heart an I hoI1 her there un-
til, as l told my self bitterly some fresh
lover robbed me again.
Such being my true feeling, p c-urs nv
emotion wnea. one morning. j foun letter
lying on my table-a letter ad ireS,ei tome
in Viol'S hand writil,i 1 tore itopel WITH
a cry of delight; l pressed it to nv lips
Had not her fingers touched it, Tim
read. IL wa; but one line:
If you kne,o all you might Jorgiren
IF | knew allr' What more was there
to know: / knew that sho hal LIT me
without a word or sign of warning; that
she had fled, accompanied by man who
had loved ne: passionately long before
ever set ewes upon her; that they were
some where or other, hidden from pursuit.
Heavenl what more could wish % KNOW
"Forgiver Yes-shame on my weakness
for say ing SOL could forgive | could do
more; | could pers uade mvsef tina; this
strong villei man had forced her to fl with
him, perhaps half against her wish. could
believe that she was unhappy. tlat she was
penitent, thai she loved me still. ! could Do
more than forgive, | could take her-I
should b. force1 to take her-again 10 my
heart; even to trust her, and be proud Of
her glorious beauty. Yes, | could do this
after hal cen Eustace Grant living life
less at my ct. Weak as l was, 1t could
not be until then.
Where was bea Where was shei Were
they togethari l turned again to the etter
1t gave me no information As to The writer's
whereabout'. The paper and the envelope
were plain; the latter bore tue London
postmark 1t was creased, which tod me 1t
had been sent under cover to lie posted in
London. Sent to whomi The receipt Of
this scrap of paper worked a great change
in me-. If l had ever been approaching that
state III which man accepts the inevitable,
it lifted me out of it.
1t Squirrel me on to make fresl exertlons
to discover the retreat OF the fugllves
That letter-the letter written bv her-l
carried next my heart day AMI night
False as nj; wife had beel to me, loved
her; and there were times when recalled
her sweet face, AMI marveed how eyli
could Lave lurked benea.h such mask
/ left Herstal Abbey AM to)i up my
quarters IN town. There l should be ready
to start on the moment | haati where
Grant was TO BE- founi But somehow,
was beginning to think that on" m''.in5
would be brought about b. pure chanca
Lon Ion is the place whore al chance mee|
ings occur. There are few El q SHIN N WHO
do no visit the capital, either shorter OF
longer intervals. Something mus bring
Grant there; SO l waited and hopal
RIO be continued.J
UknsE r.