The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-12-07

heaveul'
There is an element of good in the most
depraved, wanStng only the opportunity to
declare itself. Lord Algy's request touched
a true chord, even in the breast Of one who
had fallen SO low as Capt. DaniSou: and how
low be had fallen we have seen. He had
dragged his young and innocent wife
through the vilest mire that guileless soul
could be DIR sgged through without receiving
lrreparable contamination. de had ex-
posed t. her the foulest insults from mis- gam
bling associates, that only glanced aside be-
cause of the unassailable parity of her ma
ture. Even now he had eiiberately misled
Lord Algy to infer that the woman who had
pl!ghted her gIrlish troth TO him when as
yet the full consequences of her act were
hidden from her uusophisticated heart, and
whom he had sworn 10 love and cherish"
was thing of infamy. lie had laughed
brutally in WinifFed's face whea she asked
HIM whether their visitors knew that she
was his wife, being abandoned to the pur-
suit OF the slmpering emorousuess of
man like Lord Algv Fitzherbert. who APP
praised the virtue OF every woman outside
has own order as q commodity to pass into
his possession in exchange for a check on
his bankers his blood boiled within BIN.
His own wrongs to his unhappy wifs
seemed light in comparison with the wrong
that would be done TO her If she were to be.
come the hght-o'-love of such man as Algy
Fitzherbert
Capt Denison quilted the smoke room Of
the hotel, in which this conversation took
place, before Lord Algy could recover from
the establishment into which he was thrown
by the unexpected misunderstanding him
exposed to the curious gaze of several mon
sitting near who had overheard Capt. Deni-
sons angry menace.
Capt Denison left Monte Carlo next day
on his homeward journey. lie found
plenty of food for reelection in the altered
state Of his fortunes. he quietly chuckled
to himself as he remembered that the es-
tates were entailed, and that it was out Of
Sir Johns power now to make good his
threats of dlsinheritance. The craze OF the
gambler chung to HIM still, though he per-
ceiyed clearly enough that the experiment
ne had tried in Cavendish street must be
given up and the memory of it buried in
oblivion. But he would able, he thought, to
afford to keep racing stud and resume his
membership at the clubs; and an occasional
fling ct bGccGrdt would serve TO remind
him Of old times aud satisfy his old thirst
And Wiuifred, what of herr She would
be Lady Denison, if she had her rights
But he had not the slightest intention that
the compact made at Y ork should be brolea
They had each agreed to 60 their own way,
promising not to modest each other, and il
circumstances should bring them face TO
face they had bound themselves TO meet as
strangers. Capt. Denison vowed TO himself
thot be would insist on the compact boing
kept to the letter. 1t was one thing, he
thought, for him, without position and
without character, an adventurer living on
his wits, to mate with the pengiless daugh-
ter of an ex-army officer who had struggled
to live on a miserable retiring allowance in
third rate Paris boarding house. and quite
another affair TO own up to such mesaI-
Jionce now that he was the richest baronet
in England.
With his rank and fortune, he reflected.
he might marry into one of the be3t fami-
lies, and he mentally pictured TO himself the
noblest patrician houses competing with
each other for the honor of his alliance.
The tedious journey came to an end at
last. He reached Alverthorpe earlier than
he was expected, for he had come straight
through without giving himself time to
| rest, and ne had neglected to give due notice
of the time of his arrival. When the train
drew up at the station he found no convey
ance except the hotel-hy. AS he was doubt
full of the reception which might be await
ing him, he felt more than one twinge of
conscience aud a little depressed at tie
omission. But he had time during the six
miles drive to recover his spirits.
He had left home four years ago under
widely different circumstances Then he
was the scapegrGce sou, whose reform was
past hoping for. Now he was the heir TO
Alverthorpe, and soon to be its master. The
thought cheered him, and the last trace of
his uneasiness vanished when he found him
sslf being respectfully saluted by Jobson,
his fathers old and valued servant, who met
him III the hall with many apologies.
How is my father!" he asked, as job
son, assisted him to divest himself of his
coat.
II am sorry to tell you, Sir Reginald,
that Sir John is no MORE"
"When did this happen ~ drawing himself
back in affected astonishment.
Sir John died three days ago, Sir Reg
inal1.n
Sir Reginald How sweet the title
sounded In his ears? 1t told him all he
wanted to know, but which he had felt 1t
would be difficult to inquire about His
brother had died chidless, and everything
was his.
Where is my motheran he inquired, after
pause.
Lady Denison is in the library. The
Countess of Polehampton Is with her. Lady
Bruton called yesterday and took Mrs
John benson away with her to Bruton
Towers
"Shall announce you, Sir Reginald 2"
which the new baronet stood in Thought
full attitude.
rs that necessaryW
The old servitor bowed depre catingly,
and Or Reginald went to the library, where
he found his mother and sister. Although
they had not looked for his coming so soon,
there was no expression of surprise when he
entered. He took both his mothers hands
in his, and kissed her on each cheek, muir
muring as he did SO, believe me, mother,
em truly grieved at what has happened"
Lady Denison returned his kiss with grave
affection and looked eagerly into his face, as
though she would penetrate the secrets of
his soul, hoping to find some evidence of the
repentant predlgal. But if such was her ex-
pectation she was disappointed, 1t was a
handsome face to look upon, though the
long acquilIne nose and the furtive eyes
were unpeasantly suggestive Of a bird Of
prey, whilst cunning aud 5elhshnes5 had
printed their mark indelibly upon him.
Evidently the inspection was far from
satisfactory to Lady Denison. She had not
seen him for four years, and she saw changes
in him which saadenei her. She released
his hands, aud as he turned to salute hiS
seat and walled forth in low tone, "Oh,
Reginald, my soa, my sonW
Poor Lady Deniso1, she was a mother,
and Of all ner brood she had loved this
speckled bird best of all. But she could not
help feeling that the family honor had de-
seconded to unworthy hands to keep, nor
could she help wondering why he should be
spared, who had ever been a trouble to her