Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-01-09
HAZEL KtRKE.
BY MARIE WALSH.
Based on the Popular Play now
being Performed by the
Madison Square Thea
tire Company.
CHAPTER XIX.
A WOLF IN snEEP's CLOTHING.

A WOLF IN SLEEPS CLOTHING.
When Hazel left the house in Port
land Place, she almost ran until she en-
tered Regents Park. Walking rapidly
toward the Botanic Gardens, she stag
gered and sunk exhausted ON the first
seat She came to, The reaction from
the excitement of her interview with
Lady Travers overcame her Such a
tension OF both mind and nerves as she
had endured could not but produce al
most utter stagnation OF physical pow
ers. Brain whirling, feet tottering,
limbs trembling, heart aching with a
great void caused by loves detection,
how could she feel anything but nttsr
prostration, and instinctiyely turn aside
to rest until she felt herself able to cope
with her falling strength and move on
again, she knew not whittier?
The last few hours OF intense suffer
ing had made such havoc with her
beautiful features that their entire. ex-
preston was changed The dreadful
lividness OF her face, her red and swol-
len eyes, gave her woe-begone appear
ance, SO much so that strangers turned
around to look at her, but She noticed
no one. She was too pre-oecupied with
her own misery.
"All is now over she thought bitter
ly; there is nothing to fear or hope for
more. The man whom | thought the
soul OF honor has proved himself "a viii
lain OF the deepest dye. Oh, that I
could die and be at rest! One chapter
OF my life is read and done with. Where
am | to go? What am | to do?'
Alas! the future showed no silver
lining to the cloud that enyeloped her.
"My fathers curse has followed me-
she muttered, with a weary sigh. A
hot flush passed over her pale face and
she hid it in her hands. "Oh, Arthur
she murmured, "why did you deceive
me :"
Then her mood changed, and she felt
Justly indignant that she had been so
degraded by the man whom she trusted
Poor Hazel was loving, devoted wom-
an, and she realized that she could not
ruin the man she loved. She felt she
could not even hate Arthur CARING
ford, in spite Of the terrible wrong
which he had inflicted on her. She
thought, u will go quietly away and
make no sign" She shuddered, for the
future appeared so blank to her.
Poor child she loved him so devot-
edly that life away from him seemed
utter Punishment.
"Oh, if could lie down and die~ she
moaned, as the tears slowly fell down
her pale cheeks, forced from her eyes
by her sad thoughts. Alas we have
all, at some portion OF our lives, felt
that death would be blessed relief from
our sorrows. Human hearts were
made to suffer and grow strong as we
journey onward toward better world
While Hazel sat in her hopeless de-
spair, tall gentleman passed by her.
lie started, walked few yards further
on, and then deliberately retraced his
steps. He stared at the sorrowful fig
ure on the bench. "By Jovel" he ex-
| claimed, "I wonder if am mistaken ?'
He walked on, mutterng to himself
"This certainly is the Lady whom Lord
Travers introduced to me as Lady Trav-
ers in Switzerland. Queer / never
their marriage. | wonder if it was a
Ieft-handed arrangement? She looks
as if she were in trouble. She is too
beautiful to be left plning in solitude
If Travers has dropped her, I will en-.
deavor to console her. Beauty in dis.
tress is my forte. I'll go and speak tc
her, for | don't believe | am mistaken
He turned back, walked up to Hazel
and, bowling gracefully, asked:
"Have / not the honor of addressing
Lady Travers
| Hazel started and looked at the dis
tingue gentleman who claimed her &C
quaintance.
"Sir Charles Villasw exclaimed Ha
eel, her face crimsoning with embar
rassment.
Delighted to meet you again. re
member your kindness to my poo
wife"
"Ahl how is Lady Villas?" asked Ha
eel, trying, with mighty effort, to re
cover her composure.
"She never recovered from that dread
ful fall she had at Martigny. She i
dead"
"How sad You have my sympathy
. Sir Charles"
Thanks, my dear Lady Travers sucl
sympathy as yours is very grateful,
can assure you," replied Sir Charles
while he cast an unequivocal glance O
admiration on Hazel "My poor wifi
often spoke Of you after you left 70
Paris. We both missed you sadly
How and where is Lord Travers ?"
The unhappy woman did not reply t
his question: but her face flushed pam
fully, and then grew dreadfully white
Good heavens, Lady Travers, are yo
|, going to faint?"
81 am afraid / startled you," she sale
as if she thought it necessary to apolC
gize. "but am not very strong'
"You have been sitting too long i
the sun, perhaps. Allow me to escol
you home"
A ehiver ran through Hazels fran,
For a moment she did not know VIII;
to say. At last she cried out impu
sively:
"0h, Sir Charles may trust your"
"Implicitly, my dear lady,
: IL am placed in a very unfortunat
position Mt present, and / wish to fin
some respectable lodging until ha,
had little time for reflection"