The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-11-26
The Secret of DunraYen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author Of Faithful Margaret" ETC.. Etc
CHAPTER III-(COntinued.D

pleased surprise, and Mrs. Crecy's soft
eye settled upon him with eloquent
satisfaction.
Lord Inchape shaded his joyless coun-
,enance with one hand. He too might
have had son!
The play wen: on, to the tripping pro-
erosion of the music which ushered in
the fiuttering fairies.
They seemed to pour out Of the shin
ing palace upon the moOn-bathed lawn,
and with rhythmic motions and wreath
ing arms to weave themselves into q
!abyrinthine dance, in and out, and
FOUND and about again, with the captive
as center and inspiring theme. The
captive pleaded most eloquently, in dumb
show for freedom, but they only whirled
around the faster, and Knocked him with
delicate peals of elfin laughter.
These sylphicles were the daughters Of
neighboring gentry, there present, and
looking on with critical cOmplacency.
For weeks past they had haunted
Dormant to rehearse their roles, under
the tutelage of certain SignOra,
premiere danseuse of Royal Opera, who
had condescended to run down from
London for the purpose; later they had
united their genius and energy to ar
range the floral scenes; for the fairy
extravaganza had been composed by
Auberon Crecy, and they worshiped him
from afar with all their guileless hearts.
1t was only yesterday that he had ar
rived at Dormant, after a two years
absence, so that his elves perfection in
their parts was as much surprise to-
him as it was to the spectators. AS for
Loveday Delamere. whom the cd
Duchess so generously presented to him
rs his future wife, he had not caught
one glimpse of her yet, although she was
the queen of his fairies, for whose sake
he had written the vaudeville. In vain
he had inQiared for his old time play
mate; she was not to be seen about
Dormant after his arrival, and his un-
avOidable engagement prevented him
from following her to the Pavilion, her
mothers residence.
But Auberon knew who was coming
when he heard long drawn violin note
like an eltin horn, and all the dancing
fairies sank down to their knees, look
ing upward at single fay, more airy
ard elfin than any of them. who came
floating out of giant Gala cup and
down t. earth; it was Loveday-but
LOvcday after some breath of enchant.
ment had blown over her and trans
formed her into beautiful woman, with
woman's mystic power.
She was golden blonde, her flowing
tresses seemed to be saturated with yell
low Sunshine: her eyes were purely
sapphire, with fire in their depths; her
countenance was perfect oval, with
cheeks so pure a rose that the brilliance
OF her eyes was increased tenfOld, while
her delicately aquilne nose gave dignity
to her hab.tual expression of arch mock
cry. Her form was a ravishing petite;
she was lonesome, attractive creature,
created for Lore and happiness
Having descended to earth, she paused
a moment in an inimitable attitude, with
her bright head on one side, and q
sparkling rOguery in her eyes, while she
scrutinized the intruding earthling who
ksaG fallen into her power. The elfin
host still humbly Knelt in a glittering
ssemi-circle, the flowers of fairyland
Flowed in a rainbow Gordon around
them; but oil the silvery light seemed to
gather about the Queen, as she lowered
alone before the captive.
Auberon gazed at his old-time play
mate with eyes that gradually deepened
until they were almost black.
Astonisnment at her superb develop
Inent was his first sensation, then, as
his artist-eyeS marked all and drank it
In, smile grew in their clear depths so
wonderfully sweet and eXulting, that the
girl turned her head away with a mo-
ments delicious timidity, fluttered and
fascinated. Involuntarily the youth
stretched out his hand to touch hers,
forgetting his rO!e-which sign of her
power instantly restored her self posses
sion; and she eluded him with q peal of
the smallest, silveriest elfin laughter
that mortal ear ever caught, and with q
wave Of her wand that sent her attend
ants drifting well out Of the way. she
spread her arms as ii they were wings,
and bounded into her pas de zephyr.
The trumpets blew a wild measure
that made the heart beat faster, while
she fl0Ated round and round the limits Of
the mead: now you caught the fash of
her eyes now her tresses spun an aure-
ole about her head, and her white arms
seemed to sustain her airy figure mid
space. Most intricate was the dance,
the time RAPID and precise, and the steps
absolutely twnkling; so light those
winged flights, she seemed to float on the
moonbeams Of fairy-land, marking. with
delicate precision, each refluent pulse Of
the music, and each flying bound shook
out shower of silvery chimiDgs from
the fringes of tiny bells that edged her
tunic.
This pretty sight was watched in
breSthless delight by the company, but
with deeper emotion by one or two
among them.
Lord Inchcape gazed upon this gay
sprite in all her exultant beauty and joy
ance, and his own sorrow and loneliness
pressed heavily upon him. Where was
his beautiful Viva. young and innocent
rs this sweet girl? And he thought of
Sleat-na Vrecken, with its swollen seas
around it, and the blasts that swept
them into wrath; Of the old tower walls.
forgotten in far England. within which
he had imprisoned unhappy Engelonde,
with no consolation save his child to
love and bear her company,
And he thought of the man who had
come into his life to spoil it: who had
stolen the Grant fancy of his wife; who
mad fastened . stigma upon his public
character; Who had poisoned Eve long
yeaEs Of the best Of his life; and again