Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-01-07
THE CRAVE,
The Secret of DunPaYen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author OF Faithful Margaret" Etc. Etc
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he retired from that presence a dis
graced man. A great trust had been
confded to him, and he had betrayed it.
He had been poWerful-his power was
ove-throwni his had been a busy life
ant b useful-sOlitude and shame were
20 be his portion henceforward.
Fresh from this blow my lord wrote
me; he pronounced my DOOM We must
part; never again should he take into
his daily life the wife whose heart had
strayed to such as Richard Accringtcn.
He would not divorce me, because he
deemed me guiltless in deed though not
In heart. / should still bear his name If
1 chose, and reside in one of his do
mains but never again should he look
upon my face. This was your fiat, my
lord, and 1 submitted. You never had
20 complain of rebellion in poor Enge-
londe, had you? And though you put
me away from you, you cannot prevent
me from loving you still, loving you for
ever.
chose the place OF my exile myself;
my lord offered me other homes, fairer
and more cheerful But a repudiated
wife could find no room for critical com
parisOn in her crushed heart, when her
young, sweet life lay in ruins around
her.
A lonely islet in the Hebirdean Seas,
Tar from a sterile coast-a fitting retreat
-oA NAA0 u AAsGA 1RlAAL lAGl mas nO MOEc
zest for life. You grieved, they say, my
lord, at poor Engelonde's choice, con-
uemning her to worse than death you
still could spare a little pity for the
trivial discomforts of her situation.
Perhaps you read my motive wrong, and
ueemed 1t the Standardization of the
remorsefuL All, no. my lord, am gull
~ OF nothing In the eyes Of God save of
loving you too we 1
One DrecfOus hoOn vou naya ma which
proved that say what you will, your in
stinct bade you trust me despite your
cruel jealousy.
In my third year of exile, hearing that
the starved life forces were running low,
and that EngelOnde might die, you sent
my sweet Viva to be my consolation, my
treasure, my dear savior from madness
OF that other inmate you placed in my
home l dlsdain TO complain; you judged
II best for me, no doubt that the direct or
OF my hOus ehold should be that devoted
friend who had clung TO you so long, and
who already knew something OF our
painful secret; but John SircOmbe is no
counselor or friend OF mine-no shiny
reptile is more Stunned or loathed by
me than he, the wretch whose baseness
ruined me.
My Lord Inehcape has brought home
his heir to him, distant cousin who was
still at college when 1 married. He is q
noble youth, I hear, and my lord is
warmly attached to him. I do not
grudge Edgar Arden his splendid pros
poets. yet often the heart-plercing re-
Election comes TO me that il might have
been my son that Lord Inchcape loved
and took pride In, but for the treachery
of Richard AecringtOn and the falsehood
of John Sircombe.
When these two confess the truth, my
love will take me back to his heart and
into his life An, who viii wiring the
truth from them? who will break my
chain and set me free? who Will wipe the
imputed dishOnOr from Lord Inchcape'.
name2 Oh, Tor deliverance, deliverance