The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-02-09

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She knew that that fond embrace,
those eager kisses, were not for her; but
none the less was it rapture to lie in his
arms, lip to lip, for the first and, it
might be, the last time!
A servant in another moment entered
with lights, and Clare struggled away,
smiling and covered with bushes.
You did not give me time, Guy she
said, ssto explain the mistake" Then
she added gravely: Have you not
heard?1
Guy L'Estrange felt giddy sensation
of dread stealing over him, and he
grasped the table for support.
''Heard whaty he cried. Speak! tell
me where is May?'
'.She is not here. She has fed" said
Clare in her gentlest and most studied
accents. "Sit down, Guy. and listen"
He did, his brain whirling and his
heart turning sick with dread.
But he listened to the ena without in
terrupting.
Then the whole thing was clear to him.
''She has been cajoled away-deceived
by likeness" he said. 81 know now;
feel now that the whole secret of this
infamous affair lies in a nutshell, / had
twin brother (Which was the cause of
the strange marks on our arms, and
was led to believe by my father and all
my family that he died at the age of 16.
have discovered since, through my dear
friend, Paul Armstrong here, that he did
not; but was expelled from school (while
/ was at home in bad health under
tutor and sent abroad.
she married in Australia the beauti-
full but unfortunate creature, who died
today, under the name of Roy Talbot,
his real name being Ernest L'Estrange.
Before her death she exonerated me
from all blame. In her lucid moments
she recognized the difference in our
faces, in the color of our eyes, in the
marks upon our arms. When she found
he had fled, leaving her, like the infa-
NOUS scoundrel he was, she found let
ter which told her of his destination, and
she followed him. She Enistoolx me for
him, and, when rushed from her, she
encountered him as il by miracle. It
was he who struck her down, and who
was seen by another woman, who, from
the description given by my brothers
wife, believe now to be you, Glare.
Tell me-" he added sternly, s.what did
you tell her? How has she been de-
ceivedy''
81 told her what saw" said Glare,
"and she fed"
She thought it best to keep back the
truth even yet Fate might still play
into her hands. Before the newsof Guy
L'EstrGnge's release reached London she
might be the wife Of Ernest L'Estrange.
She was silent, therefore, as to her
meetings with Ernest in the woods and
the infamous conspiracy between them
for the ruin of Mays happiness forever.
"Well, then" said Guy, rising, and
pressing the hand of the startled Mrs.
Raymond, who had not yet been able to
utter a word or to thoroughly compre-
bend the meaning OF the scene, 1--WE must
not loiter here, Armstrong. We must
go to London after my darling"
Clare's patience gave way at this.
"WhatH she cried; "you Guy LES
TRANCE, the last of noble house, viii
stoop to follow the footsteps of runa-
way girl who fed from you at the first
breath of calumny? Shame upon youi
Rouse your manhood and your pridel
Let her col She is not worthy of sec
ond thoughti'
He read her secret in her parched lips,
her shifting color, her heaving bosom,
her wistful eyes.
This woman loved him with an absorb
ing passion as yet unknown to him, but
/ which, now he had realized its existence,
explained ali that had occurred.
81 shall follow the dictates Of my
heart, Clare he said, land that bids
me save my darling if cam
At this moment there was again a
/ knocking at the door, and servant en-
tered presently.
f "a groom has ridden round from the
park, Mr.. L Estrange,Y she said. s.5iiss
Fielding is there. She was brought there
in carriage, very i'll. Z
Guy waited for no more, not even to
ask the lawyer 70 follow him; but, rsash-
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