The Springdale news., 1889-11-08

To that residence he must be Griven. and subsequently the Heatheriei1h {. ap tlas;led Up the drive of the Fairfax home. Tie horse was covered with foam amt dust. and, on the whole, Earle Fairfax thought lie hpd never seen quite such a iItissb.c sight \ jaded horse, choking with dust. the l;verieJ coachmun white aud tremb.i ing win excite mcnt and the master Gf HeatherlaigA in such an excited passion Of rage and pique that he scarcely managed to be understood.
 "They, Miriam and Arthur, were married in the chapel last evening; yes. And by 1 this time are pretty well on their way to Bradford, l should judge"
 After Earle Fairfax had imparted this bit ol news laconically, Sir Rupert cursed his luck and turned his horses head home ward.
 You knew nothing of this3i' he SGcs- toned, glaring at his coachman, while 1 they were returning slow-paccl and weary, l seeming 10 forget that individual was in- cluded in the morning condemnation.
 'Ho, master; pon honor," answered meek-eyed John, turning faint with fear lest his master should order him down and off and go on without him. But Sir Ru- 1 pert sad nothing more and was silent all the rest of the way back to Heatherlcigh.
 Sir Rupert alighted at the inner gate shutting off the long avenue of elms, and rushed in alone over the Tagged pavement, across the terrace and into the hall, more 1 like lunatIc than the feeble old man that he was. John droyo off toward the sta bles, glad to his hearts center Of the oppor- 1 tunlty of putting space between the irate master and himself once more.
 "They are gone married and goneW Sir Rupert shouted Tn desperation, banging tha massive doors after him as he entered. 'Henccforth sae is no daughter of mineln Poor frightened Garrison was the only one present, and, courteseying mecldy, she an swered: "Ycs, masthur.' Then under her breath she could not help mQrmurIug: "Cl'me so sorryl Poor childer!n
 The father heard and partly understood the sympathetic words in reference to his daughter, and in his present state of ex- citement and anger, he could lily brook q word to the contrary. Turning wrath fully upon the sympathetic Hibernidn he shouted: 'tI will not have word of your l pulling sympathy, Clara3on. Miriam is l poor enough now. God knows without mak- ing mention of it.
 Peggy covered under the froWn of the eagle eye bent on her offending head, and .he master of Heatherlcieh strode on by her, and went upstairs to his apartments. "Send James to me immediately he called l in authoritative tones from the first land- l ing g,where he sat down for moments rest.
 The housekeeper went i'll search of the l butler with hastening step. "Shure an the masthurs mad as an owl It bates the vcry i haythun how angry he is. He's all tore up an he's afthur wantn' yes this minute; an it's the loikes of ye to be hurryin roight off
 James ran upstairs to the bidding, and almost flew along tue shadowy corridors, bent on obeying his masters behest, and shortly stood before him. The quiet, air, l peaeefulness of Sir Rupert's apartments l entrusted strangely with the stormy soul of is occupant.
 Tho breeze that came in over the open easement from the sea, fresh and sweet, only famed an aged face flushed with anger, played with wniteued locks timidly, and died amid the silliea curtains unheeded.
 Nature and natures soothing influence l had TO part in the thoughts of the proud soul seething in it's own wrath. Nc; the l legendary curse had fallen, and Sir Rupert as ono of the victims Was busy trying to cope with it's influence.
 ..You sent for me, sir" questioned James, softly, the strange light in his masters face startling him.
 s.Ycs, l did returned Sir Rupert say agely. Have my dinner here Tn an hour. l Since that undutiful d,Stghier of mine has 1 gone with that bcgLar I'll have no one dine i with me hereafter I'll take my meals in my apartments mp here Do you under stand me:'h
 "Ycs, sir answered the butler, meekly.
 "And hereafter 1 do not want her name mentioned in my home; she has forfeited all right to Heathereigh, and henceforth she is no child Of the Pereivals. Now wish you to remember what l have said /" And with an impatient wave of his hand he badc the butler retire, and leave him alone 1 for the nonce.
 With another meek "yes, sir" James glided out of the presence of his master, and downstairs as if the evil genius of the Hall was at his unfortunate heels.
 "Lord what q passion the master is in, :" I communicated he when among his fellow i servants in the wing once more. And ex- i citedly, and perhaps with some exaggcra- i tion, he repeated Sir Rupert PercivalA s i words.
 "Howly St. Pathricli,n groaned old Aneil ] Clarllson from his corner, where he sat l with his aCcIlStOo1pd TnOO Of n mn lIs lyupt,