The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-09-07

much as usual at the cottage 10 out
ward appearance Harold Darlington was
the same as ever He still joked with
Madge, helped Mrs. Trevylian garden
and talked with Olive about the books
he lent her, and no one dreamed Of the
strange, fierce nature possessed by this
odd, self contained girl She knew now
that she loved Harold with a very pas
sion of despair; loved, yet hated him, be-
cause of a jealousy more cruel than death,
which threatened to destroy all her peace
of mind-all the good in her heart.
Every word, every look that Harold
gave to Madge scared deeply into her
brain. She was not half so bitter against
Beatrice, the writer of the mysterious
letter, even though she supposed her to
be his wife. For she had not his love.
That belonged to Madge alone.
That Harold could never be anything
to Olive, whether married or single, she
knew well. If he had laid his heart at
her feet, she would have counted the
world well lost for his sake, and would
have followed him to the end of the
earth-despite Beatrice or any other wo-
man. But he had sighted and passed
her over for Madge. Let him then be-
warel
Well might Mrs. Trevylian tremble,
and dissuade Olive ST. Maur from seek
ing living in the wide world. Sha
alone knew how terrible an inheritance
had come to the motherless girl at her
birth; and for years she had watched
over her with ceaseless care and anxiety.
Olive was the only one who observed
Harold covertly and keenly. She re-
marked that his gayety was forced and
fitful; that he would sall into brown
studies, and answer wide of the mark
often. He looked pale and careworn,
but put it down to the heat when Mrs.
Trevylian spoke Of this, saying it al
ways knocked him up and made him feel
lazy"
And yet, though pleading tirednesS
and lassitude, he would mako long ex
cursions inland and seaward, pleading
that he had neglected his work, and
must make up for lost time. But wher
asked by Olive or Madge to show his
sketches, he would always evade the
question. One day a sharp, double
knock had come at the door during tea
ti1ne-a somewhat unusual thing at the
cottage. Harold, who had been discuss.
ing politics with Mrs. Trevylian, started
violently and turned red, then pale.
1t was merely old Ben Trebilco, who
was kind of carrier between Treyarrocl
and Penzance, and had brought parce,
of groceries; and Harold passed off his
nervous start with a joke But Olive
alone was not deceived, and that even
ing a still stranger thing happened. Be1
had also brought, as was his custom, the
weekly local paper-the only extrava
gance of the kind in which Mrs. Treyy
liam INDUCED.
Harold Darlington seldom glanced Al
it--as he got The Standard daily from
London, and had been in the habit o.
lending it to the girls and Mrs Trevylian
This, by the way, he had not done o.
late; and, though Olive had privately
searched, she had found no trace of any
Of the past weeks papers in his room.
This evening Harold took up The Pen
zance Herald, and, seated in the big can,
rocking chair by the window, appeared
engrossed in its pages.
Madge had gone out to feed her buff
cochins; her mother was daintily rinsins
the delicate old china tea things ant
their worn silver in an oaken bowl il
the kitchen, for Mrs. Treyylian was to,
true a gentlewoman to keep servan
when she could not afford it. There i
no disgrace in honest work, but there i
in debt" she would often say to Madge
who thoroughly agreed with her mother
and helped her readily and cheerfully.
But Olive loathed and hated the house
hold drudgery, and was bitterly ASHAMED
that Harold Darlington should see he
busting the parlor or laying the cloth TO
dinner. She little thought how he ad
mired and respected her cousin for tn
very things she thought worthy of con
tempt.
BY tacit consent Olive always did tn
lightest part of the homework Whel
Madge, as child, would sometimes SO,
this was unfair, her mother always 81
fenced her.
Your cousin Olive is not so strong a
you are. And, dear, we must not let he
think we would be hard upon her, be
cause she has no other friends"
She little dreamed that her mother ha'
another, and far stronger reason, 70
never crossing Olive, or rousing he
strangely silllen, vindictive temper, whe,
it could be avoided Madge knew tina
her cousin had odd gloomy fits of passio,
at times, and she was always frightene
at her in these moods. Indeed, thong
Olive appeared to grow completely gu
Of them as she grew older, the memor
Of scene she had passed through neve
left Madge all the rest Of her life.
A white kitten had been given to tn
children by Judith Trebilco. At first
had attached itself to Olive, but after
time the capricious little creature trans
felred its affections to Madge, and woul'
hardly leave her side. One night Olive
missing it. had found it asleep By Madg