The Forrest City times., 1891-11-27
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| will desire to take mere general survey to-day, as you will have SO many opportu- mites of seeing all that is to be seen; but don't let me hurry you. I only want you to take your own time and plcasure.'' lima thanked him, and they passed in among crusading knights and ladies in ! coifs and farthingales. Even the stif, im- perfect limning of the earlier periods could not hide the marked characteristics of the race, dark, naughty Italian-looking 6 faces, all more or less handsome, some re- markedly SO; though none, Ilms thought, had such beauty as Sir Philip. In the last representative of the house all its graces seemed to have reached their high. est point.
 "How is it," asked Ilma, "that the Oar. rells have such an Italian type of fsces It is strongest in you, Sir Philip; but none of these faces are English" "The tradition, you know, is" he repli- ed, .'that the first Darrell was an Italian noble, who fled his country for some polti- cal reason, or for some crime, real or charged to him; and think 1t must hayo been so. Several times in later ages we have intermarried with Italians. The mother of Sir Ingelhard of the Curse WAS an Italian, and so was my great-grandmo- ther. They say am more like Sir IngeL hard than any of the others" "Are you?" said lima, with a sharp pang at her heart. Was there any fate in this resemblance between the man who had brought the doom on this noble house and the one who was to be its last yie- tim'
 "You will see," replied Sir Philip, as the girl stopped silently before q stately [ A.. of Ina ion nf Klancing around he saw that Rose and Ro- land had loitered behind, and he heard a laugh from Rose which echoed through the lofty arches.
 "Ilma started anl her brow contracted with look of pain.
 "How sensitive yon are v said Sir Phil ip, smiling. "I suppose you think 1t sounds odd to laugh here. You have not done so once"
 Il don't think I could" replied lima; ssit all seems so awesome."
 Her heart beat fast as they drew near CT and nearer to Sir Ingelhard's portrait. Presently they came to stately knight in robes of the early Elizabethan period; by his side was beautiful woman with ca face from Vcnitia."
 "Renfric Darrell and his wife, Ginevra della Scala," said Sir Philip quietly. "In- gelhard was their son. They were the last who were happy iu love. Sir Renfric met Ginevra at the Doge's court, and they lived together for thirty years. Both died--well for them .--before Ingelhard's crime."
 aWere there other children besides In. gelhard?" asked lima.
 "No; -agelhard was an only child There is his picture"
 He fell back step or two, folding his arms, but standing so that he could see llma's face, upon which, as upon bis own, fell the mellow light of painted win- dow.
 The girl drew long breath, and invol- untarily locked her little hands together as she looked upon the dark handsome countenance of Sir Ingelhard of the Curse, the recreant knight who had shown the churPs ingratitude, who had brought shame to the hearth that should have been sacred to him.
 The figure was halflcngth, leaning on sword. and the head uncovered. The countenance, like Sir Philips, was striking. ly intellectual and Of commanding beauty but the eyes were sinister, their depth was all of the mind. There was an utter lack of the tenderness that gave a beauty all their own to Philip Darrelrs eyes; the mouth too was cruel. One could believe Philip Darrel ruthless for the state, re- lentless in vengeance, like ruler of me- di9yal Italy, but never cruel, never one to trample on all rights to gain his end. His iron will was tempered by noble qualities. which might be sometimes obscured, but never obliterated. Those qualities had no resemblance between the two faces; but the advantage of mere physical beau- ty, still moro that of power, depth, and soul, rested with the famous knights de- scendant.
 Long did lima stand gazing on that couutenance, as If she would imprint cv- cry feature on her memory; and two or three times she glanced at Sir Philip, as if comparing the two. Finally, she turned away with a slight shudder shaking her head.
 "Well," said Sir Philip in . slightly mocking tone, sswhat is your verdict? He was brave man, this ancestor of mine; he did great deeds of derring-do in the Span- ish wars; hc was favored squire of danes yet you shudder.'
 "He was baek-hearted villain" replied lima, "and he has an evil face. l could never have loved him."
 "You are keen; there is no heart in In- gelhard's face-and you can see that. But Zarah was an ignorant gipsy-girl. Ay," continued Sir Philip, grinding his heel on the floor, as though he was crushing some obnoxious object, "so black deed deserv- ed curse! Why, Heston flung his life away for Ingelhard's-less worth thou sand times, though he was Darrell and belted knight. It was indeed
 "Foulest stain on knIghthood's face, Deadly blight on noblest race.' And have not his children, and his chil- dren's children, to the fourth and fifth generation, suffered for it? But there," he added hurriedly, for he saw how his words affected his listener-"all this is fol- ly to you, and am J mere slave of super stitiou. Do you see the likeness they all 6nd:"
 "Yes," answered the girl, trying to hide the pain one part of her hosts speech had given her, "there is strong like ness"
 .sSo there should be-" said Sir Philip carclessly, not wishing to compel lima to explain wherein lay any differences ssNow here follows the long line of Sir In- gelhard's descendants. Ton do not be- lieve in the curse? Yet, whenever one of these loved, woe and death followed; and we Darrells, unhappiiy, cannot love light ly. This is Inselhard's son. He married a stanly; but he had loved Anne St. Maur, and she was murdered but two days before what should have been her wedding-day. Marjorie, his sister, loved her brothers worst enemy, and they were parted: she was imprisoned in what we still call Lady Narjorie's tower, and died mad; and her