Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1894-03-29
WOMAN HgAIN8Y WOMAN.
BY MRS. NJ. E. HOLMES.
CHAPTER XVI.-Continue

The moments of excitement and
anxiety while the burglars were cap
tured had driven it from his mind: but
now he remembered all that Sir Hum
phrey had said and, even while his
heart was torn with fear that she, per-
chance, was lost to him forever,a thrill
OF pride went through him for her
sake.
Sir Humphrey was pacing the floor
Of the library as The Earl entered
''You have no picture of your wife
to snow me, have yOu:' he asked
abruptly.
Roy colOrcd with pain, for, in the ac-
acknowledgements that he possessed no
mcmcnto of Alice, he had to own to
the past feelings of GOODNESS, uni ust-
ness, and contempt.
81 have none,' he replied quietly,
but Sir Humphrey read his face.
"Plcase God YOU VIII need none" he
observed. ''Surolv she must be found
tonight. DARRELL
Their hands uncOnsciously frightened
in each others grasp.
II dare not think Of it," muttcrcd
Roy hoarsely. THE Old woman has
confessed that--that Jura loved her.
she is in his hands. Whom / know
this / feel mad
Take me TO your mother. the older
man said gently 1T is but right you
should both know the history Of this
girl who so strangely became your
wife. Ah, Darrell, truth is indeed
stranger than fiction, and this child's
story Is proof OF that.
Roy turned and led the way to his
mothers room.
Lady Darrell rose, with outstrctchcd
hands Us Sir Humphrey entered
"WGlcomc home, old Gricnds.' she
said warmly. How many years have
passed since we met, and to meet now
ut such Il time, Roy has briefly told
me how it comes thaJ YOU are here: Us
yet am in maze o. astonishmcnt,'
~ will not leave you thcrc long,
dear LADY, Sir Humphrey placed her
carefully in her chair. # will make
my story as short as possible. You
may remember years ago, when the
Abbey was not the ruined place it is
now, that occasionally my son, and
sometimes | myself, came to it in the
autumn, and despite its chccrloss char
iLctcr managed to be very comfortable
with Il few guns intimate friends, who
found the sport around ample com
pcnsation for the solitary grandeur Of
the dOmicilc.
THE autumn your husband died [
believe you spent abroad, this man
putting his hand on koy's shoulder
WAS then an infant for some reason l
forget what now. business | think L
was unable to visit the Abbey. Fulllc,
my son, departed without me. I
thought him surrounded with his
friends, but after u few weeks had
elapsed soon discovered this was not
so. TO explain briefly, E'ulllc had pur-
posGly visited the Abbey alonc save
lor his servants, drawn thither bv Il
woman. This was girl, IL govcrncss,
whom he had met and protected from
some insult, and attracted by her great
beauty, fallen madly in love with.
The govcrncss. Margaret Dornton,
soon ater this meeting left her situa
ton. i'ulllH discovered she had re-
turned to the only home She knew. an
old muidcn aunt, living in the town OF
NoStley, and without !; word he fol-
lowed her. The rest was simple; his
iovc bore down all her scruples, she
was a dependent, unhappy young Wo-
man.
"bulk soon won his way: she became
his wife, Judge me harshly il you
will, but on receiving tho news | re-
fused to sec them, to acknowledge her
as my daughter, or assist tullle to pro-
vide for the lowborn wife he had
chosen, As then called her. Since
then have discovered that sho was
the daughter of an officer. II brave, gal
liant man, IN every way my son's equal,
but blinded rs | was with rage and
pride, | doubt if, even had | known it
then, il would have availcd much.
Two years passed, all letters that
rcached me [ burned unopened. My
friends tried to reconcile us; | was
firm. Thon came the news sudden.
awful, terrible'-Si Humphrey passed
has hand over his brow ''t'ulke was
dead, | read ii in II newspaper. He
had had an accident, and died instan-
tancously. Then my remorsc began.
set out for Italy, where my poor son
lay. He was buried when | arrived.
His wife had disappeared, taking her
child with her. For year after year
have searched without avail, when 81
few weeks ago fate flung me against y
farmer III America, Il man named
Brown, who had lived in this neigh Dor
hood Without knowing me he gave
vent to Il grumblc at the country, stat
ing why he had come away from Eng
land. The name Of Margaret Dornton.
the girl you had married, told mo ut
once my search was ended. Then with
threats and cajoling got the truth out
of the man and his wife. My sons
wife had died uuder their roof. Broken
hearted, sick unto death. she had
dragged herself from Italy to place
Fulke's child in my arms. Her aunt
was dead. She was utterly alone.
Feeling that her own end was APP
preaching, she travelled to Ncstley.
hearing J was at the Abbey, but before
she could reach me- she passed away
Brown confesses now that she left u
sum OF money in their hands, with her
dying command that the child was to
he taken to me. How they kept that
command you know. On every hand |
have heard of their cruelty and neg
lect of my grandchild. and their rob
berry of the money that should have
been hers. | had given my word that
they should so unpublished ii they told
all, bat l confess to having felt de-
sire to mete them ont the Justice they