Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-10-11

mother descended from their apartments to
| find Lord EgbeTr waiting them. Outside
| vehicle also waited, and the three were
about to enter it when Lady Dendudlon ap-
| peared, accompanied by her husband, the
Marquis, who had arrived on the previous
evening.
1t is no exaggeration to state that the en-
| ragged Marchioness now covered her offend
| ing guest with the most furious invectiYe.
Mrs. Kennaird and Kathleen were actually
hustled from the hall with as little cere-
mony as if they had been two suspicious
tramps, and the wrathful revolt of Lord
Egbert was treated very much as if it had
been the clamor of rebellious baby. The
designed elopement did not end merely in
detection, but in pitiless exposure as well.
The MarchiOness, having once got rid Of
two women whom she regarded as vipers
warmed at her hearthstOne, proceeded to
bruit what she denounced as their willy
treachery from one end of the kingdom to
the other. She was an excellent hater was this
noble lady, as already has been chronieled.
She did not spare the Kennairds, nor did
her husband, whom she notOriously ruled.
Their acrid statements engendered scandal
from which sprang the most hurtful odium.
Mrs. Kennaird's matrimonial plot" was
soon on numberless lips. The society Jour-
nails had their fling at her, and she was re-
ferred to as the 'inveigler," and again as
the "American pusher:" To rally round
her a few genial adherents meant one thing,
to fight the powerful acrimonY of the Den
dudlons meant another. She soon woke to
the fact that her attempt to connect her
child with the naughty house of Poindexter
had wrought for her dreadful eontumely
and ridicule. There is no doubt that she
had been cruelty treated, considering all the
circumstances; but there is no doubt, too,
that in measure she had brought upon
herself the punishment which had overtaken
her with such rude and public lash strokes.
In midwinter Of the following year she
returned to this country, settling in that
'detestable little Fifty-third street fiat, )" to
which we have already heard her allude.
She mentioned to her New York friends
the affair at Dendudlon Hall with mingled
sorrow and Indignation. She mad always
been a woman who would embellish and
manipulate facts with prettiest adroitness,
and her aversion" of the whole ill-starred
event was both self-exculpating and pictur-
esque. It won her many sympathizers, too,
and these clad Kathleen and herself with
delicate mantles of martyrdom.
81 shall never return to that horrid
country again." she would say, with her
grandest vet most aggrieved manner" My
poor, dear husband lost his life there, in the
first place, and now, in the second place, it
has made me the object of shocking slander.
To certain more intimate friends she
would occasionally murmur: 81 don't
want it to be repeated, but that Louisa
Poindexter (the Marchioness, you know is
the very most Jealous of women! Dendudlon
(the Marquis), you understand, though for
years 1 always called him 'Charlie," had,
of course, been sent off to Scotland on my
account solely. His sudden arrival at the
hall was a great shock to Louisa, and-well,
to cut an unpleasant story short, she lost
her head. But mind, now don't repeat thisI
1 tell it in the strictest confidence.
The confidence was frequently violated,
however, and with due effect of prestige for
her who had imported it; since some of the
New Yorkers whose ears these neat innuen-
does tickled, failed to resist kind of rev.
erence, not to say awe, for any compatrios
ever friendly enough with an English Mar
guis and his wife to call one "Charlie" and
another 'Lotisa."
Kathleen, for her part, would keep silent
regarding the whole subject. 1t was q
silence that some persons failed leniently to
;onstrue. But the girl had said to herself
hat she would not lie; and so silence, as
Ihe wisely held, was discreeter course.