The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-12-03
The Secret Of DunraVen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author Of faithful Margaret" ETC.. Etc
CHAPTER Iv-(Continued.D

CHAPTER Extraordinarily
Miles Dellamere hulked 1t her side
rubbing his hands and chuckling to see
his defeated rival wretched little
grizzled ape with the vanity and aSsum
ton of a clown.
Accrington bowed low and mockingly
khen seized the unhappy lady's hand
fNising it by the wedding-ring which he
had between his finger and thumb-not
even grasplng her skin in his over
whelming scorn, and affecting to be ad-
miring the lovely hand with rough
soldiers gallantry. he said in tone per-
iectIy audible to those who stood about:
Madam, you promised this to me;
shall use my sword to secure my prop
erty? But faith! 1 believe you knew
best-twas not worth the giving" And
with that he left her.
She never saw him again until she had
been ten years widow, when he came
90 Inchcape Fosse the summer Lord
fnchcape's second wife was there.
Laura Dellamere was then an exquis-
ftely preserved beauty of twenty-nine.
He amused himself by deceiving her
Is to his feelings, and left her heart
wrung with grief and shame
He went abroad again, to the East
this time; performed ably some special
service for the Government, sold out
and entered diplomatic service; and at
last has returned to England, hand
sOmeiy pensioned in recognition of his
usefulness. He intends to make home
for himself in his own land; he is tired
of exile, perhaps weary Of sad memo les
Of England. and eager to exercise them
by fresh and, perhaps, brighter expert
ences.
He had at first no settled plan; no
preference of one spot above another;
home. and will certainly not choose that
locality for his future residence.
But Salfcrd called him by its crowd
Eng memories-he resolved to pay fly
ing visit to it and look round upon the
old faces, and perhaps hear word or
two about the old tragic romance. His
uncle Archerfield would be his excuse,
and would give him a bed. He had long
AnOwn of Lord Inchcape's withdrawal
from society, and his hermit existence;
he had no fear of encountering him.
When nearing Stafford he CHANGED to
given in honor of the son; he smiled
curiosity he had packed into his case
along with his sporting gear; although 1
fear he had intended it for far differ
ent rerson-one whom it might be COM
portable to conciliate-it would do excel
iently for young Crecy. and would be
graceful gift to transcendental poet.
With this in his hands wherewith to
purchase favorable reception, he ar
rived at the DORMANT portal, was in
formed where the assembly were anus
Ing themselves and allowed to place his
gift in suitable manner among the
grand array which already awaited
young Auberon's acceptance
Then he made his way into the thea
ter, and was stunned by the presence of
the Que man above the earth whom he
9farued with a mortal dread-the one
sEan who could call him liar.
From thatbrief encounter Accrington
had emerged a different creature. He
came to Stafford a man without a pur-
pOse-he had found his purpose now
ny, with vengeance.
AgrOup of eXQuiSites clustered around
the ex-attache, each eager to renew or
commence an acquaintance with one
who, it was whispered in diplomatic cir
s3es, had risen to such importance
abroad that he welded no little intiu-
ence at home.
IN political England statecraft is for
the most able to engage in, and those
who succeed are men to be courted by
the noblest of the land, for their hands
hold the keys of Office, and their good
word sometimes is enough to secure the
portfolio for the anxious candidate.
In cOncil ating Accrington, these men,
younger sons of noble houses. and
lords near the bottom of their ex-
cheQuer. had an eye to the future, and
paid him marked attention, con-
veniently smothering any suspicious
they might have had of him from that
passing glimpse of Inchcape's imperious
disdain.
He was bes:eged with questions about
his residence abroad. and his intentions
for the fu ure. all Of which he answered
with the discretion of the attache.
"And where do you quarter YOURSELF"
asked Lucius Leicester, a fashionable
sporting man, near the end of his patri-
mony.
Accrington's smile was non-commitaL
with me-" chuckled Archerfeld, ~un-
Tess I've been too late, and Hal Crecy's
secured him."
mo, you're ahead Of me; but let's
leave it TO himself" said the hospitable
Crecy.
Accrington threw an involuntary
glance toward the two great easy chairs
IN which Mrs Crecy and Mrs. Dellamere
had been sitting; and next instant had the
modification Of perceiving old Archer
fields red face expand in q grin Of ex-
1raordinary significance.
Every body hung expectantly upon his
next utterance.
by these mighty contortions OF our
doughty Triton's countenance, we may
hope for something recherche" remark
ed Lucius Leicester; ~come, sir. relieve
your mind-I shall protect you from the
consequences.
The speaker was slim, girlish, ex-
Iui8te, with an air of elegant apathy;
and the rear-admiral was . burly giant
with hoarse voice.
Stealing glance at Accrington's frigid
race, his uncle complied.
@S.ow that, ye ribald crew." said he
.najesti ally; ~ye should blush for the
.DrOfligacy of your ideas The expression
which Luce presumes to describe by the