The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-03-13

I WynconIe and his sister, Mrs. WeybridRe.
we're at the gate and would enter il Mrs.
Redwood would receive them.
you have met Sir Eustacel" Mrs. Red
wood asked
81 have seen him. Hetheridge an
swered, once since my return. Don't send
him away on my account. Mrs Redwood.
can call again.
There IS no reason Why you should
leave US. she responded II will bring
them in"
She went out with country courtesy 70 re-
ceive her visitors at the gate. and by and
by came back with them. Hetheridge used
| the interval to compose himself Ii was a
great relief to have had this first interview
broken in upon. He had known before
hand that the scene would be difficult, but
be had not guessed that he would hnd it hor-
rible.
The great man met him with q genial
/ greeting.
"How do you do, Hetheridgei Pm glad
to see you You heard of Mr.. Hetheridge's
supposed death, JuliaF turning TO his sister.
You know Mrs. weybridge. Of course,
HetheridgeF'
II had the honor Of being known to Miss
Wyncome, years ago." said Hetheridge,
| bowling as he spoke
"We must have long talk one Of these
days." said the baronet, laying his hand
Familiarity on the Others shoulder. Il should
1 y ~
the like OF which one doesn't listen to every
day"
Always at your service. Sir Eustace,"
Hetheridge replied. bowling a second time.
Toe position began to grow endurable. He
was almost at his ease.
They tell me.n the baronet went on, with
a rather clustering sociability in his tone,
and talking mainly 10 give his hostess time
| to compose herself, they tell me that
you've made mint of money. You're a
millionaire or something like it, ehg'
81 haven't been unlucky in that respect,
| Sir Eustace," answered Hetheridge. "Pm
not millionaire, though, OF anything like
it, Perhaps might be one OF these days if
l went back to Melbourne. l shan't do that.
though"
de glanced Involuntary toward the
| window as he spoke, and the baronet with an
almest imperceptible lift Of the eyebrows
turned the theme.
by the way, Mrs Redwood, my sister
has brought me down here because she re-
lies upon my powers Of persuasion. Now,
as a matter of fact, | haven't got any and
never had any, but as for Julia she's the
| most persuasive woman in the world and
I've been telling her all the way that think
she had far better do her own conjuring. l
think her scheme an admirable one, and
fancy that when you have heard you'll
| agree with her. We're all warm friends of
| yours Mrs. Redwood, and Pm sure you
won't think Julia intrusive 10 venturing to
| advise you.n
The widow looked as il this exordium in
some way panied or frightened her, but she
murnured that she would be very glad to
| hear Anything that Mrs Weybridge or Sir
| Eustace might have to say.
Remember, to begin with, Mrs. Red
wood" said Sir Eustace. that two of US
| are in a mind already. / think Mr.. Hether-
| idge is likely to agree with us into tho bar
gain. Now, julia"
Mrs. Weybridge had been a beauty not SO
very long ago and was still in a matronly
| placid fashion a very handsome woman.
She had very taking gray eyes, pleasing
voice, and a manner perhaps a thought too
| graciously unbending.
She drew her chair near to Mrs. Red
wood, and took one Of the widows listless
hands between her own gloved palms
"You and |, Ellioe," she said, shave al
ways been the best Of friends, haven't we.
! dear"
"I hope So" the widow answered, rather
"You remember" pursued Mrs. Wey-
| bridge, shat l always took the fondesL
interest in you when you were quite little
girl"
"You were always very kind said Mrs.
Redwood. always very kind"
Her heart was SO full and sore that any
touch of feeling brought the tears to her
eyes. They glistened and ran over now, one
large drop sliding down either cheek. She
wiped them away with a certain simplicity
and resigLatio which touched Sir Eustace
to the heart.
He rose abruptly and stared out of the
window at the threadbare tracery of the
leafless trees, drumming on the high win
| dowsill to feign Indifference.
II have very often thought about YOU aud
wished TO have YOU near me" the lady con-
tinued. 81 don't think-don't let anything
| may say wound you, dear-I don't think
| you can ever expect to be very happy here
again, and think it would be far, far better
If you came away and lived at Wellsted.
There Will be nothing there to remind you
% the awful things that have happened
here. Sir Eustace and / have been talking
great deal about you, and he tells me til at
you know very little about the practical
work Of the farm
II know a little" said the widow, ''but it
is not much.n
well, don't you think it would be better
to engage bailiff to do all that, or even TO
let or sell the landm
30, not to sell il" cried the widow snatch
ing at the gloved hand which still lay on her
! own. u couldn't bear to part with any thing
that bad belonged to George"
well. well, DEAR" said Mrs. Weybridge.
Do as you please about that. but let me
| persuade you in the one thing. Come to
Wellsted. | know the very house to suit
you. Here, everything reminds you and
keeps your pain alive. There, everything
would be new to you, but me and you could
begin to forgeI little"
You are very kind" the widow MUIR
INJURED, but shall never forget, wherever
may be-"
Hetheridges heart burned within him like
live coal at these simple words. If they
were true, his crime had brought him less
than nothing, for even in the little space of
time that stood already between it and him
he had learned that by the murder of
| George Redwood he had robbed himself of
the master purpose of his life. He knew
now that love counted with him far less
tnan hate. His passion for his rivals wife
had not abated, but now that the stimulus
OF hatred was withdrawn he knew it for
| what 1t was-a sentiment essentially COM
monplace and tame in comparison with that
sovereign rage which had dominated his
life for years. He would not falter in his
purpose or go tack from it. After his FASH
ion lie loved George Redwood's widow, but
the master spring of his life was broken,
the master motive of his will destroyed by
his own hand, and whatever lay before him,
whether it we're defeat or success, looked
poor and uneventful when set side by side
with his tremendous past What could
there be left for man who had suffered
and loathed and triumped as he had done?