Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-08-08

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holding a letter in MS land.
"From Lord Hartley, MISS ne said;
/ "and the man would not wait for an
answer"
Il will leave you for few minutes,
| said and She sat down i'm the pretty
leafy albor that Hugh Stuart had had
built for her.
had not reached the end Of the
| path before heard the rustic OF
dress. Turning round, ! SAW Beatrice
STUART following me.
Read that, Paul" she said, and
see what human nature is capable OH "
| cannot now write Of that letter
/ with patience. 1t was well its cow
ardly writer was not near me. It
stated briefly that in the present cir
ctrmstances Lord Hlrdley felt no doubt
that Miss Stuart would pardon him If
he considered them engagement at an
end. Mr.. Stuart had informed him
that his niece would have no fortune
| Had circumstances been different that
/ fact would not have affected his prom
fse. but his estates were mortgaged,
! and he felt bound, for the honor of his
family, not to sacrifice Its interest for
! love His position obliged him to look
for some fortune with the lady he
mar1ied--he could not dispense with
1T; but it was scarcely necessary to say
that Miss Stuart would always retain
! his highest esteem.
"Beatrlce," | cried, impetuously,
shall | call him out and shoot him,
or shah ! thrash him like houndY'
! She raised her hand in depreciation.
Leave him, Paul." she said, with a
/ look of scorn; ''honest Indignation Is
wasted on such men,"
She turned from me slowly and en-
tered the house.
found Mr.. stuart trembling with
Indignation.
Il would chastise him myself, Paul,
he said, in feeble voice; ''but she will
not let me notice it, To think that
such an insult should be put upon my
darling and | not avenge Ill | win
leave this place and take her with me.
You shall 20 tomorrow, Paul, ana seek
a cottage for us somewhere near the
sea, where we will live together; Bea-
tfce shah not remain here
on the morning ] left Arne. ON the
Kentish coast / found what Mr.. stu
arr wanted q pretty little villa in a
charming situation. In a very short
space OF time al arrangements We're
made and Il new home prepared for
Hugh Stuart and his niece.
The squire for so we still called him
was pleased with my promptitlde
and success He had made all prep
arations for quitting Arne, as had Bea-
trlce; and for the last time we dined
IN the stately room which had 80 often
been the scene of his lavish hospitality
After dinner Beatrice rose and APP
preached Mr. Stuart.
Il am going to ;ay good-by to my
fayorite flowers, uncle" she said-''to
the fountains and the birds / shall not
see them again. We start early to-
morrow. You know"
She PASSED ont through the French
window, and Mr.. Stuart retired to his
room. But ! remained watching for
her anxious to speak few words Of
comfort and consolation.
| watched, but she came not. Two
hours passed; then | went ont to seek
her. | visited nearly all her fayorite
haunts-the seat by 1.-THE lake, the
chestnut-walk, the lime grove but
without success. 1t was a faint sound
Ut suppressed weeping that drew me
10 the little arbor; went thither very
quietly. The moon was shining
through the lattice-work and the
foliage; by it's light | saw Beatrice
Stuart kneeling on the ground, her
face buried III her hands, while bitter
sobs shook her frame. TO this moment
! cannot tell how yielded to the i'm
pulse that moved ne.
Beatrice" / cried, what is 1t, my
darling 3n-and the next moment the
beautiful tcarstained face was hidden
on my breast.
$40 not think me a coward. Paul,
she said at last; saying sood-by to so
many familiar scenes has unneycd
me-"
'yrhen YOU are not weeping for The
loss of your lover, Beatrice?' | wills
pered
can scarcely remember how it
came about; but, as we stood there in
the moonlight. learned that there was
some one she loved better than Lord
IIarClley, and that she had consented To
marry him only because she believed
the man she loved would never care
for her.
cur marriage would have been a
mere conventional bargain" She said.
lie had no true love for me- | wept
not FOR him, but for the uprooting Of
my life. | feel almost alone in this
world
Then, though neter intended her to
know II, | told nes the story 81 my love
told it in passionate burning words,
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