Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1896-07-02

Jenny S ROlueU uedlt hth AfiASNA"N
took an unfair advantage. Both Made
lines hands were occupied with Jen-
ny's clinglng figure, and therefore 1t
was Of no use to hold out one OF his
own. He did better-he leaned for
ward and kissed her on the lips. Ma
define flushed to the very roots OF her
hair.
mr.. Vanbrugh," she said ION what
pretext-"
ooh, my darling said Lance tender
~, why should we fence any longer?
You have no reason now for sending
me away. Oscar Despard Is not your
father and you belong to me-"
White and red struggled for the mas
terry in Madeline's delicate face. She
gently extricated herself from Jennys
clasp and sent the child away; then
turning her heavy eyes to Lancelot's
face she said:
How have you heard?'
"He has been to tell me-"
ooh, why should he have come to
your
There was an accent OF intolerable
lain in her sweet voice.
Because was an interested party"
"But he did not know that you
that +"
THAT we loved one another? Per-
haps not; nevertheless, dear, he
thought IL well that should know the
truth"
"Has he told you" said Madeline,
slowly, that my father was poor, per-
secuted, an exile from his country and
that finally he died by his own hand"
my darling, knew your fathers
sad story long before Oscar Despard
spoke of him to me-"
did you, Lancelot?"
Il had heard OF him as a singularly
brave, self-sacrificing, noble-hearted
man. Mistaken, perhaps-we know
that in some of his views and aims he
must have been mistaken; but man
of heroic mold, nevertheless. see his
nature in your own, Madeline, the
courage, the unselhshness, the dsdain
of falsehood and wrong. These all be-
longed to Leon Zayertal, MS they be-
long to YOU.
'Lancelot," said Madeline, holding
out her hands to him. tell mellow
do you know"
My darling. because we are Of the
same blood Ny mothers name was
Zayertal Leon was her brother, you
arc Icons child"
His arms were round her and she
was crying softly on his shoulder as
he said the words,
ooh, Lance, Is 1t true? Am / really
your cousin? Do l belong to you?'
you do, indeed And you will not
refuse me now?"
Il can hardly believe that II is true,
said Madeline. dashing the tears from
her eyes and looking into his face.
Are you quite, quite certain, Lance
LOTT"
AS certain as one can be under the
circumstances, said Lance, with rather
IN unsteady laugh, "But we shall be
able to go into the proofs by and by,
There is, | think, no moral doubt
Dear my mother wants you to come
to her at once, Can you Gomez"
II You wish IT, She Is great in
valid, is she not?"
Yes but she is SO like you-or.
rather You are so like her, Madeline,
| was often puzzled " the resemblance.
Your hair, your complexion your
mouth but not your eyes, those are all
your own"
And much as he loved his mother,
Lance acknowledged to himself in that
moment that he preferred the steadfast
dark gray of Madeline's long-lashed
eyes to the varying CLEANS Of green
and blue, which in his mother heralded
every change of temper or of mood,
He bore Madeline off with him to
Kensington Immediately and as they
sat side by side-and hand in hand. if
the truth must be told he told her
little by little some of the details OF his
mofher's history. Won surely heard
a her sometimes? ~ he said once,
paGsing in his recital,
A very little Madeline replied.
Lady Frances spoke Of her once or
twice, but l always thought of her as
Mrs Nanhrugh. | never heard the
name Zayertal
All, Lady Frances She was always
4 devoted admtrer ~ the cavalier, as
she called my father said Lancelot,
father sadly | have never quite I'M
aerstood the reason 81 father and
mothers alienation and l think that
every one else has been more I'M the
dafk than / II only they could be
teeonciled now 1 should indeed be
hanpy
Perhaps said Madeline. little
hwy We may helm 10 bring II about,
sance
SIT is possible have great hopes
she said today that she had done him
an Injustice That mas w the begin
neg Of better things
1 spite of I.ancelats reassming
a#t}s and nrcspNgp Madeline fplt ea1-