The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-09-14


HORSE CRY FELL FROM OLIVES LIPS.
Some time ago Harold Carewe, while
skating at Herne Manor, the seat of the
late Earl Of Penshurst, saved, at the risk
of his own life, the only son Of the
widowed countess from drowning. It
was gallant rescue. and in effecting it
Harold caught a chill which nearly
caused his death. He recovered slowly,
and partly for change and rest, and
partly"
Need you tell that, BeatriceT Har-
ODDS brow wore dark flush, but Mrs.
Dalmaine would not be silenced.
Partly to escape the almost too eff
fusive gratitude Of the mother, beau
tiful young widow--oh, you needn't
look like that dear" with a nod and
smile at Madge; there was nothing in
the world in it, but gossip is ever busy
with the affairs of the aristocracy and
of those who lead public lives. Harold
Carewe came to these wilds for time,
assuming, in order to escape notice, a
feigned name. am not surprised now
at his having tarried so long, though /
confess it puzzled me till received this
anonymous letter.
She gave a penetrating glance at Olive,
who tried to shrink into the darkest cor
ner of the room, and took the letter from
her pocket.
The writer has evidently got hold of
note of mine to Harold, and interpreted
it In way that would be only too Luz
dicrous, were not the whole thing SO
mean and base. In my letter asked
him to return, saying the whole thing
had blown over By this meant that
the announcement Of Lady Penshursts
approaching marriage with an elderly
peer (which read in the society journals)
would effectually silence gossiping
tongues. also begged him for business
reasons to come back. FL was playing
part In revived piece, which never
suited me, with Inadequate support, and
London was clainoring for the return of
its popular favorite I signed myself
Beatrice we have always been Beatrice
and Harold to each other since married
Tom Dalmaine, his cousin. This seems
to have given my mysterious correspond
emit cause to think was Harold Carewes
wife. Well, anyhow, she failed to make
me very jealous, bat knew there was
mischief brewing. When Harold Carewe
came and told me about the strange
events of the past week, was not wholly
unprepared. Now, Harold, speak if you
LIKE own it is fairly your turn"
Mrs. Dalmaine has told you what is
quite true, save for little high color
ing, so kindly meant, - said Harold, with
his old grave smile. "But there is a
sadder part of my story which she did
not know, and which I now make public
for the first time: When boy was left
alone in the world; had a twin brother,
Hubert, who was all in all to me. The
likeness between US was SO extraordi-
nary that it was almost impossible to
tell us apart. In fact, we prided our
selves upon it, so great was our love for
each other, and to such an extent did we
carry this feeling that my brother HUI
bert, having one day cut his hand badly,
/, too, was foolish enough to cut mine,
that he should not suffer alone.
"Here is the mark, " holding ont his
hand. 81 remember your asking me
about it one day, and that turned off
the question, ashamed Of my boyish
freak But to return to Hubert. We
both had sufficient fortunes left US; my
bent was always towards the stage, and
an indulgent, or indifferent guardian,
worked hard and In ohecnrity, bat al
last my chance came, when the gOddesz
Fortune led me TO the Elgusis. Eut a.
though prospered, it was Mt - win
poor Hubert; no spent his f0s1nne IL
gratifying a passion for wandering I'll
over the world IN search q adventure
returning finally broken co~u IL 1sassa
and purse.
Then discovered 10 nuy h0sxCx nat
he had acquired taste for gambling.
More than once this brought him into
terrible scrapes, FROM which ext7icated
him with the greatest trouble. Finally,
he went out to South Africa, and 70 ny
relief and surprise wrote me word fhas
he had obtained situation in this firm
Of Vanneck 81 Blaclrmore. After awhile
/ he returned TO London, where they have
a branch establishment; and all seemed
going well, though at times / doubted
and was sill anxious about him.
ssHe knew OF my leaving for Cornwall
and had my address, writing to ms from
time to time in such sanguine, Cheerful
! vein that my nisgivings began to fade
But at last the blow fell. Again the oil
temptations assailed him; and Will
travelling he fell in with company 0
adventures and swindlers, who not onl,
stripped him Of every penny Of his own
but also stole valise he was carrying
which contained large sum Of money
the property Of his employers.
'sIn very agony Of grief and despair
after trying in vain to track those VIII
had robbed him, he made his way +
Penzance, taking passage on board
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