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

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old man and promising to pay the Witch
of Tyevarrocls' well if she would help me
to get him out Of che country
= Intended first to do this and then
out Of my own pocket make good their
loss to Va1lneck & Blaclunore on con-
dition of their relinquishing further pro-
ceedings. was aware that to. Hubert's
employers the tale that he had been
robbed would sound wildly improbable
'How my plan prospered you already
know. But J do not grudge the mo-
mentary pain and humiliation. Van
neck g Blackznore are paid, and Hubert
is free
He handed Bolton & Barker's receipt
to Mrs. Trevylian, adding, with smile:
And thus is solved the Mystery Of
Harold Darlington. Forgive my long
STORY"
A pale flush tinged Mrs. Trevylian'a
withered face.
1T is q story that does you nothing
but honor" she said, .sand goes far to
make me pardon you for stealing the
most precious thing possess.
Mother, oh, forgive us" The girl
sprang forward at the softening words
and Harold Carewe also Joined his en-
treaties to hers.
1T was all my fault, but I would make
no woman my wife, until the unfortu-
nate stigma hanging over my poor
brother was cleared up. should not
have spoken Of my love, you will say
(and JUSTLY till then; but are we not all
human2 With Madge, entreat you to
forgive us.
Mrs. Trevylian drew her daughter to-
wards her and held out her hand to
Harold, who pressed it silently and
warmly.
81, too, was young once, : she said In
trembling tones. land I am glad TO give
my child to you. I know that you will
make her happy.u
He did not speak, but STOPPING over
Madge, Kissed her softly on the brow.
During the latter part OF the converse
ton Inspector yenner had Quietly opened
the French window. and discreetlv stood
star gazing on the lawn. Harold now
stepped ont and followed him. and few
words passed between them. ending in
the transfer Of a crisp bit of paper to the
Inspectors breast pocket.
saTo make an for nv having been the
wrong man. Z he said, with a smile. 81
am glad you were here tonight, to hear
all cleared up.o
It was Madge who, finding that Olive
had gone from the room. went in search
of her. and at last found her. sitting
alone in the dark summer house-pale,
cold. her dress wet with the night dew.
IAN is forgotten. No one will ever
speak of it to Won. VIII you not come
in, dear?" she said gently, putting her
arm round the miserable girls waist.
The simple action. and words of kind
ness. broke down the lev barriers of hate
and jealousy, and dry hard sobs shook
Olives frame.
"Oh, Madge, If were only half as
good as you are--but I will try--indeed
but hes" she shiyered and drew back
.sIf you mean Harold, you need fear
no reproaches from him. You do not
know how kind, how generous he is.
know, dear Olive, that what you did was
wrong, bat am sure, and SO is he, that
you are very sorry for it. No real harm
has been done after ALL"
There was an instant of silence, ana
then Madge went on. timidly.
1--WE are to be married next month
it seems soon, but Harold viii have itso.
Kiss me and wish me JOY"
The girls lips met in the darkness and
Olives cheeks were wet.
And thus by kindly, gentle means was
the dark wild nature softened. Olive
St. Maur never forgot the bitter lesson
she had received, and the strange, sullen
moods that alarmed Mrs. Trevylian, lest
the girl should have inherited the terri
Bile insanity, in which her father had de-
stroyed himself, grew scarcer and scarcer.
If Harold Darlington even guessed
that she had once loved him in her odd,
passionate way, he kept the secret to
himself. And Olive? She never mar
ried, though she had many chances
when, frequent guest at Madge and
Harold's beautiful house in London, she
mixed freely in brilliant society. Under
Mrs. Dalmaine's teaching, she became
one of the finest tragic actresses of mod
ern times. and in the pursuit of her art
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