Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-15

estate He goes to New York city TO seek his
fortune. CHAPTER IN-Jane Billop.the Bill
l9p heress gains an inter, lnterview With YIN young
fortunes are united by marriage. VI Brother
loft goes on q colonial mission TO England.
Mrs BrOthcrtOft suCcumhS to anglOmaniu
and longs for n title. Birth of a daughter
Lucy. and return home NlI-The manor
house becomes the resort of redeoats.
begun Thursday, Aug. ll-Back numbers at
the Counting Room.
ibid marry You, she would say,
ito be inefficient and obscure. mere
nobody in the worldg You were to be
great man, that was your part Of the
bargain. You knew | was ambitious.
had right to be- You have had
everything to give you success-every-
thing"
Not quite everything" he said sadly.
"Not love"
All, miserable woman! AS she grew
practiced in deceit and wrong she hated
her husband more and more.
She maddened herself against him.
She blamed him as the cause Of her evil
choices
1T is his fault. not mine" she said to
herself. "He ought to have controlled
me. and then / should not have done
what makes me ashamed to face his
puny face. He ought to have said,
You shall and you shall not, instead of
his feeble, is this wise, Jane? Is this
delicateg Is this according to your
nobler naturey don't like to be pleaded
with. A despot is what needed. If he
was half u man he would take a whip
to me--yes. beat me. and kick all my
friends out Of doors and be master in the
house. That could understand"
She maddened herself against him
more and more. She so yielded to an
insolent hate, that she was no better
than a mad woman while he was by to
enrage her with his patient, crushed,
and yet always courteous demeanor-
sorrowful shadow of the ardent.
chivalric Edwin Brothertoft of yore.
"Why not kill the craven spirited
wretchy" she thought, "or have him
killed? He would be better dead, than
living and scorned. Once rid of him,
and ] could take my beauty and my
wealth to England. and be a grand lady
after all. Lady Brothertoft, Of Brother
toft Halll that was what had a right
to expect. He could have given it to
me- The fool was capable enough
Everybody said he might be what he
pleased. Why could he not love real
things-a splendid house, plenty of
slaves. q name, a title. instead of this
ridiculous dream Of liberty LIBERTY if
he and his weak minded friends only
dared strike blow-if they only would
rebel-he might DO got rid of. Then l
should be free All, will have my
triumphs yeti Kings have loved women
not half so handsomer'
And with red, unblushing cheeks she
looked at herself in the mirror, and
hated that obstruction, her husband,
more and more.
A mad hate which she would gladly
have gratihed with murder. The air
often seemed to her full of furies
scourging her on to do the deed. Furies
fitted before her proffering palpable
weapons-weapons always Of strange
and antique fashion, such as she had seen
and handled in old museums in England
She remembered now with what pleasure
she used to play with them, while she
listened quietly TO some sinister legend
and knew how the stain came on the
blade.
xiii hiInr the furies cried to her
It was a sound like the faint, distant
cry one hears in a benighted forest ant
wonders whether the creature be beas
or man.
mot yet" she answered aloud to thi
hail in the far background Of her pur
poses.
The postponement seemed to imply
promise, and she perceived the circle o
shadowy furies draw a little step neare
and shout to eacn other in triumph
Not yet, she says, Not yet"
So her hate grew more and more akil
TO a madness, as every cruel or base pas
sion, even the silliest and most trihing
will. if fondled.
She found by and by that the crueles
stab she could give to the man she har
wronged was through his daughter.
Lucy is all BrothertOft and no Bill
lop," Julia Peartree Smith often said
Its all wrong; she ought to take afte
her strong parent, not her weak one"
There was al1ind of strength incom
prehensible % the old tabby. Nor di
she know the law of the transmission q
spiritual traits-with what fine subtlet
they get themselves propagated and pre-
vail over coarser and cruder forces.
Lucy was all Brothertoft In her earl
days she did not show one atom Of III
maternal character. That made til
mothers influence more commanding
The child loved the mother with a mod
fication of the same passion that IL
father had felt for nature he deeme
his nobler counterpart. The father W;
SO much like his daughter that she coul
not comprehend him until she was rir
enough to comprehend herself CruI
contrasts are earliest perceived, earlie
appreciated and earliest admired in cha
acter as in art.
80 without any resistance Mrs. Brotl
CROFT welded Lucy. She let the chi
love her and confde in her exclusivel
Yut she hated her. She hated Edwf
Brothertoft's daughter. There was Il
girl growing more and more like hi
dav bv day There were, the father