Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-03-01
AT WAR WITH HERSELF.
The Story Of a WOman's AtOnGment,
by Charlotte N. Braeme.
rnAPrER xXm-ContInnod.

at me, said Lady Charnleigh; "but II
am anything at all upon the stage
will be O queen nothing less. | would
like very much TO wear queens
crown and hear myself called your
majesty were II only In fun, as the
children say. / will be Marie Stuart,
Queen of Scotland, and the tableau
shall be room at Holyrood, with the
Queen seated, listening to Ri2zio."
Inlay | be Rizzio?" asked Sir Ber-
tram.
,s'SNO, she replied, the beautiful face
growing grave in moment-"he was
Killed"
9sa'."Theh you do not care whether am
Killed or notp" interposed 10 beau So
bPepp l4,
ltI did not say so, Captain Flemyng,
Jeplied the fair ooquette you shall
hSlRi2zio; you shall sit and look at me
Asnthough ! were indeed your queen,
Now we have four good tableaux. To
herself she said, 1T is more tiresome
to have two lovers than none. How
shall j manage to keep peace between
them much longerP A scene from
'lhe Rival Lovers would 6t them ex-
aetly."
6sisTIet us copy the Black Brunswlcker,
She resumed, aloud; that will make
che most beautiful picture Of all, Cap
tain Flemyng. You could be the hero,
and Ethel your love; you will do that
excellently. Ethel, you remember the
attitude OF tho girl in the picture. She
clings to her lover with sudden fear
half-deSpairing fondness, and yet, it
seems TO me, with somewhat OF pride
that he 80 promptly obeys the call to
arms You can look all that"
,a@I could look proud of the bravery Of
any one loved, confessed Miss Dacre
I'VE might have a scene from Faust
and Marguerite put In Sir Bertram.
"Yes, the one from the Bride Of
LammermoOr,' added Lady Charm
leigh, land that, think, will be sutfl-
client Shall we ask Beatrice Thornton
tO'join us? She is q magnificent bru-
nette, and will make variety; we can
find some good scenes for her. Sir
Beftfam, she must accompany you; you
will make an excellent contrast; she is
dark, with eyes as black as midnight,
ard hair like dusky cloud"
e1Al ipCl VI abill lOOhOu up ulOdollJs
daHDo you like such contrasts?" he
asked. 81 thought harmony was pref
CRADLE"
TNo-a dark-ha-red lady should marry
a fair-haired Saxon" she replied, mis-
chieveusly.
aaEaptain Flemyng's face frightened,
while Sir Bertram looked considerably
depressed. Ethel Dacre admired the
perfect balance she kept between them;
the most consummate coquette could
NOT have done better.
fWhat glorious evening we shall
hhve!" said Lady Charnleigh. IT shall
hardly have patience TO wait until the
times comes. What q beautiful world
Nis! How fair life Is and how happy
we Rre!"
l5Sbshe thought looking round her,
all unconscious that the heart Of the
heaui.ul, gentle girl beside her was
almost broken with the smart OF her
hopeless love, and that Captain Flem-
yHg was half mad with ,ealousy-Sir
Bertram happy and without care.
= IA GOODNESS came between the two
who hal been such close friends; they
said nothing, but the intimate friend
,ship, the near and dear companionship
was ut an end. A wOmans fir face
Had, c me between them they both
loved the young Countess, and were
each conscious OF the others loveY
'%She was not che to be loved lightly;
there was that indescribable charm
about her that lured a mans heart
from him and gave him no peace.
These who loved her did so with no
mean affection; the fair land of Eng
land did not hold two nohler men than
Sir BERT am Gordon and Captain Flem-
yng; they were Of different types, diff
tarent characters, but each in his own
way somewhat approached perfection;
even their faults sprung from virtues.
Paul Elemyng was proud, but bis pride
sprung more from an innate nobility of
soul which was intolerant of anything
mean than from Over-appreciation of
himself. Sir Bertram was jealous, but
his jealousy sprang rather from his in
tense love than from weak suspicion.
tt He struggled hard with himself.
Paul loved her-he felt sure Of that
and Paul had already lost that magnif-
cent inheritance OF Crown Leighton;
was he also to lose his love?
Then he thought that such fancy
was overstrained and morbid, that
Lady Charnleigh was free to be won,
and that they were free to win her; let
the one who loved best win. He re-
solved to take the first opportunity of
telling her Of his love, and asking her
her to be his wife.
III wish, she were poor" he thought,
that / might prove my love by plac-
ing what little / possess at her feet, or
that 4 were a king, that might ask
lhersstQ share my throne. l wish she
were not a countess and q great heir
ess; yet she will know l love her for
her own sake, and not for what she
has"
After the dinner-party, when Lady
ChMnleigh had decided what was to be
attempted in the way of grand enter
tainment, the two gentlemen seldom
allowed q day topass without riding
over to Crown Leighton they had al
ways some proper and legitimate ex-
ouse. At one time it was about re-
hearsals for the charades, or ques-
tiqn about the ball, at another ques-
ton concerning invitations. Sir Ber-
tram, having no military duties, had
an advantage over his friend; he could
ride over in the morning, and Lady
Fanshawe always invited him to stay
tolHnoheon; and then he fingered un-
til it was impossible to get back to
Weldon in time for dinner. Lady
Fanshawe began to see that there
was more of design than Of accident in
this.
AImcnd 70 fnnn,r Il would he Cnntnin