The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-12-03

thought, some day young Auberon vii
be twenty-one, or will celebrate hi.
wedding day. and provided myself
with this souvenir. My chance to pre-
sent it came much sooner than ex'
pected though"
Auberon. disturbed by his mothers re-
pressed agitation, expressed his thank:
more gracefully than effusively: but
Loveday, charmed at all this apprecia-
ton of Auberon and its melancholy
romance, beamed radiantly.
Suddenly Mrs. Crecy put an end to
this scene by saying:
Colonel Accrington, request your
attention tor q few minutes; will you
accompany me?"
He started, and looked amazedly II
her. Was the lamb going to turn upon
the lion? But he acquiesed blsndly and
offered his arm, which with faint bow
she declined. In silence they walked
side by side through one salon after an
other until she had conducted him to
the long picture gallery, which was not
Illuminated. and was therefore unoccu-
pied. The pallid moonshine poured in
through the long side window, and lay
across the polished floor in bars Of black
shadows. =
One portrait at the extreme end was
completely framed with white roses; a
silver lamp burned on q pedestal in
front of it. This was Auberon's por-
trait; it had been decorated for the &C.
casion by LOveday and her companion
nymphs
Mrs Crecy led the way to this spot,
and when they both stood within the
the small circle of light she turned and
faced her companion. Then he saw that
the lamb had turned upon the lion. She
was pale as her own white robe, and her
gentle eyes glowed with the great wrath
of her noble spirit.
"Sir, I make NO preamble" said she
sternly; ~your conscience tells you what
I have to ask you. Where is Engelonde
Inchcape?"
Her accusing eyes pierced his very
soul; her thrilling voice frOze the blood
in his veins. Overwhelmed, he gazed at
her and could not speak.
~You came here five years ago and
found Lord Inchcape and his young wife
as happy in each other as perfect love
could make them-when you left, you
fed as a baff.ed wretch whose mad love
had been scornfully repulsed But you
met them abroad not many months after
ward-and Lord Inchcape returned
without his wife-a ruined man. Rich
ard Accrington, ask you-where is
Engelonde Inchcape?"
Her anger and grief tore at his heart
strings; the food of tragic memories
she had unloosed beat down all pride
and brazen defiance: he buried his face
in his hands with a groan of agony.
Enge!onde Inchcape! How fair, how
how happy she had been
when first he saw her! A new love for
him? What blasphemy to hope it! No
.no-no! Lovcday Dellamere belonged
to the honorable and good-not to guilty
Richard Accrington!
"Ah! you have nothing to answer"
Alice Crecy went on. Nothing but
shame and tears. And yet you dare to
come back here, as if she had never been
were ready for a fresh lOve!" Oh, what
anguish lurked beneath those breaking
tones! For moment thought when 1
saw you to-night-'He has come back to
vindicate her to her husband, remorse
has driven him to make late reparation'
But no, you have only come to view the
desolation of that once happy home; and
to OUTAGE the two harmless women who
suspect you, with the base effrontry Of
impunity.
He raised his face, all dazed and pale.
as it possible that you thought all
these years she was with me?" asked he
slowly.
Mrs Crecy uttered c-y of repulsion.
with you!" she echoed with indie
scorn. "Nese r! never doubt
ed her. knew her heart. Oh. she
was 'flawless soul if ever such was on
this earth But 1 believed that her
innocence had not saved her from her
husbands jealous misconceptions; that |
you had traded on his jealousy until he
believed her guilty, and repudiated her;
she then fed in shame and despair from |
both husband and prosecutor: and that |
you caused him to believe her with you |
ever since. Is not this true?"
MADAM, as God lives, the last time |
ever beheld Lady Inchcape, I left her |
at her husbands side," said Accrineton.
Mrs. Crecy scanned his face in wild
ais this possib,e?" she gasped ~How
can 1 believe you? No, no, l cannot.
She never came back to England. Oh,
sir. l beseech you. confess it, is she not
in hiding somewhere to which you could
give US the clue?"
He turned from her bitterly.
Il know nothing of her," muttered he
with white lips, shut believe that she
is dead"
CHAPTER v.
THE TWO WARNINGS.
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