Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-06-15
THE HEIRESS.


there's that draled the archway of the siel
chamber, and looked anxously in.
Mrs. Bolton sat beside a tiny brass cril
hung with white lace and looped with SIX,
blue ribbons. She was a pretty younl
matron with very black hair, complex
Ion ivory fair and eyes of so deep a haze
that one would almost pronounce them I,
be black; and BeatriX's pale gold hair ant
sea blue eyes eontrasted exquisitely with
her stepmother's more brunette STYLE.
The girl listened second or two for tb,
answer that did not come, and then. Green
ing into the room, laid her hand caressinp.
ly on Mrs Bottoms shoulder.
Mamma" she repeated, tell me. How
is he?"
Mrs. Bolton shook Off the light touch.
You can see for Yourself" said she.
that he is-no betterm
For her mothers lips refused TO frame
the actual truth, that the lovely infant
among the pillows was slowly drifting be-
yond mortal ken
Beatrix burst into tears.
"Oh, mammal
Mrs. Bolton turned a hard, stern face
toward her y
There is no occasion for any play ACTING.
Beatrix," said she. "You know as well
as anybody that if Willie were not here.
you would be the heiress Of Glencarronl
Motifs time thrown away TO protest and
plead, she added bitterly. Can YOU deny
that within the week you have been boast
ing to Clara Cavendish what you will do
when Glencarron is all your own"
Beatrix pressed her hand to her fore
head.
"Oh, mammaP she walled, CLARA was
never a friend of mine. She has cruelty
misinterpreted me, but | couldn't have
Thought that you would have believed her.
know now what you mean. did say.
when we were looking at the Carron falls.
that If Glencarron were mine would put
arustic bridge just above them, but never
dreamed'-
Mrs Bolton gave dry, spasmodic sob.
You can make any alterations that YOU
like" said she, with an effort "My-baby
will not long stand between you and the
estates Of Glencarron."
Beatrix sunk on her knees; she buried
her face in the silken draperies Of the crib.
Mammal Mammaw she gasped, chow
can you be so cruel when you know that
love dear, dear little Willie as if he were
my real, own brother, when you know that
would go barefooted out into the world
sooner than have hair of his dear head
harmedp
Still Mrs. Bolton remained inexorabfy
silent, and presently the card of dear
friend was brought in
Take it away" she said frigidIy. Il
can't leave Willie"
Beatrix came close to her, with appeal
ing eyes.
Mamma" said she, go down to Mrs.
Vaux. I'll watch Willie while you are
gone. Old Jeanette is in and out of the
room all the time. If he stirs a finger I'll
send her for yon."
And Mrs. Bolton obeyed.
She came back presently in better spirits |
and relieved Beatrix's watch with a kiss |
and a word of thanks. The girls heart /
rose up with a joyful rebound.
Three O'Clock" said Mrs Bolton, Rlanc- /
ng at the little clock of Mexican ONYX on |
,he shelf. ut is time for Willie's draft.
live it to me from the table, Beatrix.n
Where is it, mammar'
Just there, child, by the silver trav-a
'ottle half full of dark red liquid. OuiclxI
How awkward you arep'
Mamma" after a little nervous search.
4 can't find it,"
Mrs. Bolton sprung up with an exclama-
ion OF impotence, and herself began to
ook for the vial. but with no satisfactory
esult.
ut is gonep she said, suddenly pausing.
Where can it be2 But it never will do to
ose time in this way Send to the drug
list for another bottle But no, we can't
10 that; we haven't the prescription. Let
Joseph saddle the fastest horse in the
tables and 20 for the doctor at once. The
'ottle was here; put it here myself"
But" cried Beatrix with perpexed
ook, what can have become of it?"
Mrs. Bolton turned to her with light
ing glance. There has been no one in
he room but you, Beatrix," said she in a
usky voice 'If you do not know, no one
oes"
Beatrix turned deadly pale. her hands
ropped to her sides
"Mamma-and yoa ran suspect me of
lisY"
see u s.. -. = eer..s; and :
- y" = ,a....... a.. oi grief
br1oc ,y.'.; %. i'affgtu ttelv, was nc..
!. ,.iile, 49,, Nrti $50 hours afterward ,
e drove hurriViiy ~ 70 Glencalron, ID
resence was to" "t' 81 c.!e wss .
cad His enfl.tr,. deprived OF
q" 70werf" r"ich it depended, .
30. lay. "A little marble
80. x '.:y pillows, with white :
ly in his hand.
Mrs Bolton was nearly frantic. Her }
Idgment and discretion gave way, and :
le forgot all but her great loss. When !
e9trix would have consoled her, she \
lshed the girl away. y
''You are satisfied" she cried. now that
III are the heiress Of Glencarronl Oh,
u are satisfied at last!''
Poor Beatrix recoiled in horror; but as 81
me went by the horror grew deeper still st
An invihcible barrier rose up between m
'rself and the whole neighborhood. Peo- &c
9 passed her with cold mods. others looked te
rsistently the other way, and gradually tn
q felt that she was becoming ostracised. CT
othing WIS tangible enough TO afford her n,
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