Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-01-07

ed in peace upon the welcome belief that
he still reverenced her, eventhough she
was repudiated wife, with disgrace
full stigma upon her
would il convince my lord27 she
whispered with Frightening eyes
Poor Edgar dared not reply, for he
knew the indOmitable pride OF Incheape.
@Ah. no; you think it won d not. said
She, mournfully. Jealousy is cruel as
the grave, and estranged love is harder
TO convince than Indifference
She sank back signing; she was very
grateful for his sympathy, but she had
no hope.
my whole heart is in the matter
said Edgar, humbly. when 1 leave
you it shall be TO do what l can TO OBJ
tain justice for you Can you trust in
me so far?H
II believe in your loyalty and eour-
age" said she, giving him her hand with
one of her old-time fascinating smiles;
@but cannot see how mortal nan can
wiring the truth from those two eravens
who lied my happiness away"
~Let me try he implOre1, a may
succeed
She looked at him with starting tears.
Noble heartl" she murmured- Il do
think you might Very well, 1 make
you my champion, and bid you God
speed"
He solemnly kissed her hand to seal
the contract; he feltit binding as a sacred
obligation.
She little dreamed who this champion
was who had undertaken to restore her
to her husband and home-that it was
that very Arden whose solemn recogni-
ton at Inchcape Fosse as the Earl's heir
had so wrung her poor heart, and EN-
FILTERED her recollections of that stately
home where once she reigned supreme.
But Edgar exulted over his unknown
relationship; he felt strong to work for
her with such right as that, and how
| could Inchcape hold out against his
wife, when the very heir, whose interests
were naturally antagonlstic 10 hers,
vowed that he believed in her wholly.
And still he hid his identity from her,
| fearing to chill her faith in him.
A few days restored Edgar almost
completely. He yielded TO his friends
earnest desire, and did not leave her the
moment he was strong enough TO travel.
Think what boon il IS 20 me TO have
a friend once more, " she pleaded. at is
| like cold water to prisoner perishing Of
thirst Stay but few days longer and
/ let me grow strong by seeing your
| strength and goodness / am so weary
/ of sorrow, ali. so weary"
But he trembled for dread while he
I
and what If he should betray this to her,
and disturb her peace?
Viva was proud to lead him about,
/ showing him all her haunts inside and
/ outside Of the tower and up and down
| the island; wherever her dainty caprice
! pointed, she was sure Of companion.
/ dOcile and trusty, whose interest never
| tagged
OF course they did not ramble about
| thus en- tete-a tete in the American
mode. England, like France, sets up
\ many barriers between the sexes, and
/ the young lady's rank added to these.
| Sometimes it was the grave and rev.
| erend Mr.. SircOmbe who chaperoned
them, sometimes Ulvas own middle
aged maid, once her nurse, who carried
her wraps after her, and sedately sat
behind whenever they stopped TO rest.
/ But no third person could interpOse
between these two young spirits, which
1 day by day drew nearer 10 each other,
drawn by mutual sympathies-
When Viva took him among the High
/ land people who lived in the tiny ham
/ let by the shore, ana supported them
| selves by fishing, and he saw how they
/ loved their OOlava, ana how she loved
| them-that was another fascination 10
draw him to her. And when she per
| ceived how simple, kind, and compass
| eager to cheer the sorrOwful and help
the feeble. how untiring his interest in
! their picturesque daily lives-that WoOed
her toward him, as personal fiattery
never could have done.
Then they would find some silent nook
amid the silver-gray rocks, on a divan
| of red-ball heather hedged round with
the fOx-glOve standing high, and a car
pet of bracken, gold and emerald, en-
broidered with hair stemmed blue-bells,
and the red cranes bill, and what he
read so well she drank in with every
| feeling charmed, and that drew them
very near each others hearts
All, yes; wherever her fearless, dainty
feet could go she had taken him; and in
spite Of the boding watchful eyes of my
lords secretary and his heart-hiding
smile, they had been happy, unutterably
happy together, these two.
Il think Mr.. Edgar has got to the enc
OF my repertory," laughed Viva to hel
stepmOther one gloomy, gray Afternoon
as the three stood on a small stone ter
race which overhung the scarped cliff or
the inland side Of the tower. HEveI
Mr.. Sircombe has nothing left, l car
see" That gentleman stood, as usual
a little apart in secret-forced Difference
to Lady lnchcape'S fierce repulsiOn.
~Between US" Viva went on, eve
have made him acquainted with all oul
barbican, our demi-lunes, our terre- plein
our dungeons, everything that we have
~Our small island holds few attraction:
to detain a stranger long among US,
said Mr.. Sircombe from his distance
with a serious air, ~but l could direct
Mr. Edgar to some noble ruins on tn,
Scotch coast, far more worthy the eX
plorer than our comparatively modern
Dunraven Tower"
Thank you, " bowed Edgar, sarcastic
ally, ~but 1 shall not trouble you yet"
~Oh, Mr.. Sircombe,B cried Viva look
ing up with sparkling eyes-~the undis
covered cell under the southern bastiOn
have just recollected 1t. II Mr.. Edgal
and you were to find that mysterious
entrance, that would amuse him TIL,
cell has been sealed up for hundred
years, they say" this to Edgar ~thinA
what interesting antiquities might b.
lying there waiting for discover. No
body can find the entrance"
~Shail l search for it?" asked Edgar
charmed with the idea of doing any
thing that might crafty her.
~Yes, and be sure and discover it. theI
we shall always cal it 'Edgar's cell,
laughed Viva, with innocent elatiOn.
They explained that the ancient dun
geons OF Dunrayen had been hewn Oui
of the solid rock foundations of the
tower, the entrances so contrived as tC
be difficult to discover. All the Other
[ rock chambers had been found, anC
cleared of debris. but the entrance L
the dungeon of the southern bastion wa:
yet mystery.
If / may utter an opinion inter
| posed Lady Inehape, anxiOusly, Il would
say that Mr.. Edgar is not yet quite 70.
bust enough to undertake anything SO
laboriOus."
Ulva's anxiety awOke on the Instant
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