Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-02-11

''HER LADYsHIP is FAR FROM WELL TIL
MORNING, ROBERT"
mourning. "Why, this is an unexpected
honor, for it is not often nowadays
that, unsolicited, you favor me will
your society"
She accepted the chair he placed for
her.
Paul" she said, in low, tremulous
accents, II can bear this load Of misery
no longer. have come-aye, on my
knees, if necessary-to beg you TO give
me back my child"
"A modest request, assuredly, as
though was the Omnipotent. But You
fail to say which of your lost treasures
is she immediate object of your solicit
tude. You forget that somewhere, float
ing on the waves of humanity, are two
pledges of your devotion to your late
lamented lord"
''Forgetl' she cried. "Never for one
moment do | forget The horrible
thought is scared in my brain that they
are lost to me. Day and night / mourn
their absence"
'Pshaw, Wanda! Though / should
like to encourage such beautiful ma
ternal instincts, it is out of my power
to accede to your very modest request.
You will never see son or daughter in
this world again, so you may as well
reconcile yourself to the inevitable"
''But Paul" she pleaded, ''you, who
have such marvellous power. could find
them for me-nay, not the heir, do not
dare to ask you that-but the sweet
girl that l, wretch that am, east away
so many bitter years ago. / viii not let
her rob you of one shilling of the rev
enues of this estate.
"And you would have me risk the
fortune ! have won for just piece Of
siclSly sentiment Now, once for all,
my lady, tell you that you shall never
meet your children, even if their death
were needed to prevent you"
Suddenly she leaped to her feet. Her
eyes blazed with fury. 1t seemed inn
possible that ono so frail could show
such vehemence in passion.
"0h, you base coward" she cried,
land it is for such thing as you that l
have wrecked my soul Inhuman that
you are, does Lord Arundel's murdered
body never cry for vengeance, does my
brolSen-hearted husbands ghost never
haunt your pillow, do my wronged little
ones
He rose and walked towards her with
hand outstretched and eyes fixed on
hers with a glance that seemed to pene-
trate her soul.
''Be calm BE still"
She shrank from him with a pitiful,
terrified look, and burst into paroxysm
of sobs.
Never taking his gaze from her, he
seized and rang the bell, and on the APP
pearance of stout, british country |
man in livery, which did not conceal his |
rustic origin, he said, in suave, cold
tones:
"Her ladyship is far from well this
morning, Robert. You will attend her,
while she takes an airing in the park
the exercise may do her good"
0bedient as a child, she rose and left
the room.
1t was then that Paul Hayter once
more took in hand the letter he had
been perusing when he had been so un-
pleasantly interrupted.
There's mischief here" he muttered |
TO himself. elise what does this interfer-
ing knave, Forester, mean by his allu-
sion to 'prying Americans and his per-
emptory demand for an immediate in
terview, which may, he declares, avert
a great family scandal? Well. / think
it little late now to fear disclosures.
Still, do not like the fellows manner
always so sycophantic, now so obtru-
sive. What does it mean?"
His meditations were rudely inter
rupted The door of his room was flung
open and Robert, his servant, gasping
for breath. stood before him.
What is it9" the master cried. as
tonished at the mans lack of ceremony.
Her ladyship-her ladyship-is-"
the fellow stammered.
rs what, You blockhead?"
''Gone, siri''
''Goner'
YES. I couldn't help it-indeed, 1
couldn't help it. +"
Cease whining, man. and tell me
what has happenedr the master thun-
iered
1--WE were in the lime walk back Of
The house. Ny lady was sitting on