The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1892-06-26
"DORINDA."
From All the Year Round. ]
CHAPTER Y.

CHAPTER Y.
The following afternoon Dorinda drove
down to the vicarage to call on the wears
wife.
Mrs. Grey was out, but the servant said
that Mrs. Thwaite was in the garden with
the children, and offered 10 go and find
her But Dorinda said che would look for
her herself Mrs. Thwaite was staying
alone at her vicarage while her husband
was away on the continent He was to be
absent another month.
Dorinda walked through the garden
without seeing or hearing anyone. She
met the gardener at last, who told her that
they had gone into the woods that bordere0
the vicsrage grounds. She went on, and,
reaching the little gate that led into the
woods, she passed through il few yards,
then stopped suddenly. In the distance
she heard the laughing voices of the chill
dren; but there were others closer TO her.
Between her and them was a great clump
Of thorn and furze. She could not see the
speakers.
"Why did / marry herr Because /
wanted her money ! did not love her
and you know IL / never loved, nor ever
shall love, any woman but you-and you
know itri
u wish you did love her, then. 1t would
be better for you. il doesn't matter now
TO us.n
1t was Mrs Thwaite's voice. was full
OF tears and miserable weak helplessness.
Don't drive me mad. Do you think that
there is any better for me! Can't you even
imagine what it is TO live on the bounty of
q woman you have wrongeds For il is
that. IL was her money that kept the old
place over my head. II is her money that
10 saving ne from ruin now. l feel it every
hour Of the day, knowing that l only love
you. / am asbamed-ashsmed down TO the
ground; and YET / still love only you"
Mrs. Thwalte laughed hard, hysterical
laugh.
III nv husband could hear you-he
he is angry; and / am afraid-oh so afraid
OF him when you speak like that. Suppose
he had returned suddenly and heard ''
with shudder OF dread
why did you throw me over to marry
him.n he said, mercylessly. at was worse
than murder"
Don't you know l couldn't help my
selfsn and she was crying again. 1T was
my father --''
The east wind OF yesterday had changed
today. into the southwest. A fragrant
moist breeze swept up through the leafiess
trees, scattering q few rain drops in Do
rinda's face 1t seemed TO her as if the
turned sharply away, her feet faillng IN
heard on the messy turf, and hurried back
through the gate into the vickerage garden.
The children's voices were drawing
nearer as they ran back through the woods
10 show Mrs. Tnwaite the first primrose
they had found.
In the west were pilIng up great banks
OF Clouds rent by q long rift, through
which shoue line of orange fire, The leaf
less trees of the wood standing with their
skeleton branches outlined against the
lurid background.
The sunset Of that spring day never quite
passed from Dorindas consciousness. Ii
was to rise up before her in the mornings
OF the new days, and In the dead OF dark
nights for many years afterward, though
she prayed heaven TO take It's recollection
from her.
She went home to the house which had
been saved by her money-for the saliva
ton Of which she had been wronged. She
did not see her husband again that evening.
She went straight TO her room ana shut
herself in there. pleading bad headache.
She must have time to think it ali out be-
fore she saw him.
He was dining out that night, and when
he crme in her maid told him that her mis-
treas was asleep.
He left ths house esrly to go to distant
meet and was absent ali day.
In the afternoon the duchess, who was
illftted 10 leave her house, came to see her.
she knew OF Mrs. Thwaite being at the
vicarage, and heard that Underhil was
visiting there.
When she saw Dorinda abe was shocked
al her appearance. aud uttered mentally
some very hard things of that young man.
She wondered ii Dorinde had learned
anything, but the girl gave no sign. OHce
cniy she seemed stirred out of the still
calm OF her manner. IL Yves when the
Duchess. partly 10 test her, mentioned
Mr.. Thwaite. She had heard herself that
morning from a friend in Paris that lie
had just met the Australian millionaire.
MIR. Thwaite was on his way back to Eng
land. He meant TO give his wife sur
prise, and had not written. intending 10
be with her in few hours He had finished
his business on the Continent more quick
" than he had expected, and did not care
20 linger for amusement without her.
HE is q model husband" said the
duchess, though what be can see in that
weak creature OF woman 10 merit such
devotion can't make out l31t l believe
he keeps her in order, and theY say his
jealousy 10 terrible, II he found his wife
trifiing with another man be would kill
them both. He is Just the sort OF man that
woman needs TO keep her in order"
DOrinda had paled little as she spoke,
but she sat listening with the same frozen
calm which had possessed her since
she had heard her husband talking
ia the sunset, in the vicarape
garden, with the woman he loved.
and the duchess went away satisfied that
as yet she had heard none OF the gossip
which was beginning to be spread about
her husband and Mrs. Thwaite.
"But / viii have talk to that young
man" she said grimlY to herself as she
drove home. And thought came into her
worldly mind which had not disturbed its
cynical philosophy for many a long year.
referring TO lone Of these little ones. and
the ugly responsibility attached TO the Of
offending them.
CHAPTER V.
By the evening Dorinda had arranged
her plans
Underhill always sat up long after the
rest OF the household had gone to rest. Do
rinda waited TIL the house was quite quiet.
Then rising and wrapping herself il her
soft white dressing gown, she left the room