Tombstone epitaph., 1891-01-11
BARREN HONORS.

with five children. all girls. We inherited nothing from our well born ancestors suve well formed noses. white hands. and low. cultivated voices. My mother was proud and courageous woman So scarce was money with us that we early learned to rise from daintily served din ner cruelty hungry, and darn and redarn our spotlessly clean though simple dresses. Poor mother, hers was a stern rule, but think of the long hours during which she played the part of housekeeper, governess and seamstress, and marvel at her strength of mind and body.
 When I was F was invited to spend a few months with our fathers cousin, Mrs Beaumont, who lived in great style in London. She was that most selfish of beings. a hypochondriac. That l might do her some credit, Mrs. Beaumont or. dered a suitable outfit for me. and fine clothes and good food soon transformed me from pale. stopping, dark eyed strip of girl into tall. upright. handsome young woman. She was too hOpelessly sunk in self to observe the change, and it was not until her favorite nephew came on his annual visit that the admiration which his young face too plainly showed opened her eyes to the fact that l was a penniless beauty. the most dangerous thing in England. where men and women are seldom given in marriage. but often bought and sold.
 A scene was troublesome, therefore my hostess contented herself with declaring herself worse. and ordering her doctor to prescribe sea air. Jack Beaumont was requested to accompany her to the Isle of Wight, and l was packed of home. l shall never forget mothers start ot sur prise when she saw the change in my ap- pearance. All that evening she remained very thoughtful, and began to fear that my unexpected return was hardly wei come. until two days later, when with her sweetest smile she informed me that was to put Ou one of my most becoming dresses and behave my prettest. as she expected an old frirs.d to luncheon. My younger sisters were ordered off to partake of cold dinner in the schoolroom. and
 my mother and awaited Lord Silurian in the drawing room. knew him to be one of the oldest. as to title. of England's peers. and heard whisper that mamma might ha~, been his countess had her youthful beauty been made moro attract. i've by the hundred thousands of pounds sterling which the lady that he eventually ! married had brought him.
 He came-a grim faced. stiff old gentle
 man, who put on Q double eyeglass and
 scanned me closely, A glance of mutual intelligence passed between mamma and his lordship, which did not tend to put rue at my ease However. smiled and
 talked as well as 1 could, with beating
 heart. After luncheon was ordered off for walk with the others, and that even- ing my mother kissed me. saying Lord Silurian will bring his son, Lord Trenton,
 to call on Wednesday" There was some- thing in her look and tone that sent mo
 to my bed with sudden sinking" of
 heart
 What need to dwell on tho wretched details of the next few weeks Lord Trenton came. saw and. as it eventually proved. conquered. l thought him most
 vacant youth. but my mother explained
 that he was very much struck with me,
 and such Il dear. simple, shy boy. not.
 wiiEstand;ng his great wealth and high position.
 The wedding day came and l had seen
 ry bridegroom but twice. On these oc-
 casons his father had been in the room. Lady Slurian l had not seen at all. her
 husband brought me a magnificent tiara.
 necklace, earrings and bracelets of dia-
 rlonds--the Silurian diamonds were famed and regretted that his wife was too
 great aI invalid to present them in per sol
 l have small recollection of the cerc.
 mony; but l remember that my fathcr-in,
 law bent over and guided his sons hand
 when he signed the registry. laughing
 and calling him a nervous fellow. wrote
 nly maiden name, Olive Chase, for the last
 time, and immediately after l. accom-
 panied by my father in law and husband, drove to Limestone Towers, the home of
 the Siurian family.
 There mado nasty dinner alone in one of the magnificent rooms which had
 been set apart for me, and slipping on q gorgeous wrapper l tried to forget my
 woes in the pages of some of my favorite
 books. Ere long my tired head fell back on the sofa cushion and slept. awoEe with cry and sense of terror.
 A number of wax lights shed soft radi. ance over the handsome room. the per fume of rare flowers filled the air, and
 bending over the couch on which l lay, his hot breath flaming my cheek, was the man had married, with an expression on his face and in his evil. shifty eyes, which God grant may never see on any human u lyzed with feeling of sickening terror then rosc from the sofa and moved to- ward the table.
 Where are you going?" he cried. Not 80 fast. Don't you know you are mine now2"
 In an instant he had mo in his arms. and was holding me so tightly clasped in his embrace that l panted for breath, while he went on: ''Yes, you're mine, safe enough now I've got away from that old devil who's been standing be- tween us He thinks I'm safe with Black. He's deep one. Yes. you're snine. and can tear your great. sad, black syes out, or pinch your white flesh, or bite you until the blood comes and streaks yt UT beautiful limbs"
 Oh" gaspea If you are mortal. and no, fiend. take me to Lady Silurian; talk mo to your mother"
 My words called forth the loudest laugiter
 "Lpdy Silurian, he cried, you'll never ser her; she's mad. as mad as a natter: curse her. that's where l get it from. Were all mad but that old devil of father Of nine, Grd Led be mad too if he were not the devil. Your mother wanted the money, you see, cild she's got it; she's got it; she's got Goo:CoO. SId Two got you.
 The lool, which he cast on mo froze my hut t,,f l,s, I xN