The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-06-30

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nave made up my mind aud cannot marry
you such marriage could bring only
certain misery to us both. Would TO God
Could undo the evil / have done, but this
cannot be. and / owe a duty to my name
ana honor that will not more. In bitter
pam and sorrow, ARTHUR BEAToN.n
NO words can describe the rage, the pas
slonate madness almost, with which Fran
ces read this letter. Sue dashed it on the
moor, she flung the books, the chairs, what
e'er was near her, in a very p1roxySm of
Jury, IN every direction. Then as the first
tempest died away, she picked up the letter,
and settled purpose stole into her heart
and made her face hard and bitter, killing
lor tne time the very beauty which had been
He shall not escape me.n she had de-
termined, and ringing the bell violently she
summoned her maid, and babe her desire
the servants to pack, as she intended to re-
turn to England tomorrow
Sir Arthur has been summoned there.
and | have to follow hlm,n she told the
frightened woman, who knew very well as
she looked at the pale, distorted facs before
her that something terrible had taken place.
Then she drew money out of the bank, sent
Tor the bills, and before the morning was
prepared to start in pursuit of the lover
who had abandoned her.
She did this with a heart full of such
burning and intense indignation against Sir
Arthur Beacon that already she was tasting
some of the bitter fruit Of her own folly,
she remembered the young, passionate.
aroent man, who bad worshlpped her very
swallow, and who had been ready, as she had
told him, to take his own life for her sake.
And nowl and now! Frances bit her pale
lips until the blood came as she journeyed
on, and cursed her own madness in leaving
her happy home as she had done. But in
spite of Sir Arthur's letter, in spite of the
rage and bitterness in her heart, she still
chung to the belief that she would force Sir
Arthur to make her his wife.
When she reached town she drove at once
to the Grosvenor hotel, where she and Sir
Arthur had stayed before, and, in answer
to her inquiries, found that he was now
there, and that he was in the house
She desired to be shown to his rooms, and
her orders were obeyed
What name shall announcer inquired
the waiter, as he paused before the door of
Sir Arthur's private sitting-room.
II anu Lady Beaton," she answered stead
lily, and the man raped at the door, and
having been told to enter, did announce
"Lady Beaton," and Frances found herself
once more in the presence of Sir Arthur
He was sitting at table writing, looking
worn and haggard, when she went in, and
as he rose a look of intense pain and annoy
ance crossed his handsome features.
Nv ell, are You surprised to see mes" she
said half-defyingly.
why have you done thisF he answered
gravely.- "You know it can do no good.n
Sand did you suppose, I" said Frances. her
face flushing with quick anger, ''that I was
going to SIT down quietly under such an in
suit as you have offered me2 Even if you
hate me, Arthur, you must marry me now
you can do nothing less in honor"
my honor forbids me to do So"
"This is paltry excuse, and I shall not
accept it.
Sir Arthur was silent.
IF you--marry me we can live apart"
went on Frances, "if all your protestations
and vows are grown so cold; but we must
be married; remember, l have a father to
whom l. can appeal TO protect me-"
81 would rather discuss the subject with
Col. Forth than with you"
''But you do not mean to say, you cannot
mean to say, that you absolutely refuse to
keep your wordW asked Frances loudly and
passionately.
Il refuse to marry you; under the cir
cumstances will not" answered Sir Arthur
with great firmness.
Then Frances turned upon him in furious
and vehement indignation, cursing the hour
she had ever seen his face, pouring out such
words of hatred, contempt, and scorn, that
she stung to the quick the proud and sensi-
tive heart she meant to wound.
But he made no reply. He drew himself
up. and stood there facing her-pale, silent,
and still
''But you shall be punishedi" she cried.
lifting her hand and arm as if in warming.
''You may think you can fling me aside
when you are tired of me, but we
shall see! Yes, we shalll" And. with these
words, she turned and left the room, and
Sir Arthur sank down on seat after she
was gone and covered his face with his
hand.
1t was the summer time at Sudley, and
the setting sun, glinting through the trees,
was falling with golden shadows on the
sward of the smooth green lawn. The day
had been cloudlesS one, and the air was
sweet with the scent of new mown hay,
and with the br cath of flowers which grew
in bright profusion all around the stately
old house. And great stiffness and quie-
tude was over the place, for the evening
breeze scarcely rustled the full-leaved oaks,
stan ding in their pride and prime, colored
here and there by the western rays pouring
through them in floods of light aud glory
A peaceful scene; q fair country home
which looked fitting dwelling place for
happy hearts and restful lives; and SO
thought q woman, with frown upon her
handsome brow, as she entered the grounds
of Sudley and walked slowly along the
familiar pathways.
This was Frances Forth, the day after
her passionate and decisive interview with
Sir Arthur Beaton at the Grosyenor hotel
To her hayward and indignant heart had
come the sudden determination to endeavor
to win back Col. Kenyon's love or at least to
induce him to avengs her wrongs. She had
asked no counsel, and had Travelled alone
down to Headfort, and. thickly yelled, had
driven from thence to Sudley, with the
most bitter regret stirring in her bosom as
she neared her former home, knowing well
she was drinking now of the cup she had
brewed for others.
She walked on, keeping as much as posi-
BILE under the shadow of the trees until she
reached the house, which she entered by the
conservatory door, which was unlocked.
She passed through the perfumed air into
the hall, crossed it, and then, without rapping
opened the library door, and as she did SO
Col Kenyon, who was standing at one OF
the open windows, gazing vaguely out,
turned round and saw before him the wife
who had forsaken him.
No word came from his pallid lips; he
staggered back little; stared at her as if
he were turned TO stone.
Hugh, said Frances in faltering tone.
Her voice broke the spell. Grasping the
back of chair, as if to support himself,
Col. Kenyon said, with great effort
81 presume | speak to Lady BeatonW
.'Nol nor cried Frances. Huge" and
che d,,ncr bar-r alf down on her knaaS before