The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-02-03
Now, God bless the little golden

"Now, God bless the little golden
haired darling, and did she remember
meP" the woman asked, deeply affected.
"She did; but do go on with your
story, if you would serve one you ap-
parently lovedso much"
"Wcll, sir, somehow or other Mr.. Am
brose--who ought to have been Lord
Arundel, you lsnow-got to hear of his
sisters i'll treatment
The woman wept bitterly. To turn
her thoughts Harry asked: 'Is Lady
Arlington now at the hall?"
"She is. But have not told you all
about her. Strange to say, during the
past year, she has changed so that she
is but the shadow of her former self
her old arrogance is gone, her beauty
fed-she goes about the grounds like a
ghost"
"Contrition?"
"Abject remorse. II it were not that
Hayter holds her in u hand of iron, she
would confess to the world her base sin.
As it is, she is treated in her own house
as harmless lunatic, guarded by the
creatures that wicked man has secured
to do his bidding; for he rules house and
estate as though he were the lord of it"
"And does no one interfere?"
"No one knows, sir. The servants
are all Hayter's people; the gentry have
no suspicion but that my lady's health
has broken down under my lords de.
sertion; and there is not q more re-
spected man in the country than Mr..
Hayter-so proper, so sedate, so regular
in his attendance at church-such a
paragon of perfection"
The woman spoke bitterly.
"One more question, Mrs. Homer.
Did that first wife-I mean the one
Lord Arlington married in secret-leave
any children?"
"Pshaw, sirl that was only cock
and-bull story got up by Hayter. She
died, just as my lord supposed,
within six months of her marriage"
"Well," Harry said emphatically, 81
think there was some poetic judgment
in the suffering Lord Arlington endured,
for he must have deserted his French
wife"
"Nay! even in that he was more
sinned against than SHINING. You see
he married her when he was a mere
lad, before he succeeded to the title
She was a bad, dissolute woman, and
left him of her own accord to share the
fortunes Of previous lover"
"What hellish conspiracy Now.
Mrs. Horner, you and | must try tc
straighten out this tangled coil. Dc
you think that you could contrive fol
me an interview with Lady ArlingtonP'
'It is possible, sir. But, if you viii
take my advice you will get the younl
lady here before you act. With he
daughter by her side, / believe sh'
would have courage to face even Pau
Hayter. And, il the new lord-you
George Arundel-came too, he woult
be a power to shield her in her effort
to free herself from the malign in
fiuence Of that scheming villain"
"All that would take time" Harr.
objected.
"And it will be work Of time any
how. The hall is guarded like aprison
and you have no authority to break tn
barriers. You had much better wal
quietly here until your friends can joi
you"
"Would not my presence attract tn
observation of Hayter's servantsp"
"Oh, no, sir; we have numbers Of Wis
itors in the summer months-angler
and artists and such"
"Then that settles it," Harry declared
81 can daub little on canvas, an
sketching excursions will give me car
ital opportunities to get the lay Of tn
land"
One difficulty, however, worried tn
young man, which was how TO dispos
OF Dr. Forester, whose presence woul
materially mar his plans. He decide
at last to play bold game, and wrot
the learned gentleman as follows:
my dear doctor, have resolved {
act alone in the Arlington affair.
you keep perfectly quiet and do not il
terfere | will see that you shall b
munificently rewarded for the clew yo
gave me. Any interference with m
plans, and throw up my hand"
And when the doctor received tn
curt announcement he piously thanke
heaven that his lot was not cast anon
those abominable Americans, who ha
: no aristocracy and consequently n
sense Of honor and chivalry, but wisel
resolved to bide his time for the preser
at least.
Meanwhile it was whispered anon
the servants at the hall that the sta
wart young fellow, who so often wa
seen tramping over the estate with
camp stool and portfolio was an arti
from London, who was boarding at ii
Arlington Arms; and more than or
pretty farmers daughter cast sheep
, eyes ut the handsome painter
= CHAPTER Xxx.
: AT BRooKLYN.-HoPE FULFILLED.
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