Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1896-10-23
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THE CRAVE ,
The Secret of DunpaVen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author of Faithful Margaret" ETC.. Etc
CHAPTER IX.HConlinued.S


He retired from that presence q dis
Graced man. A great trust had been
conGded to him, and he had betrayed 1t.
He had been powerful-hiS power was
overthrown; his ] ad been busy life
and useful-solitude and shame were
10 be his portion henceforward.
Fresh from this blow my lotd wrote
me; he pronounced my doom. We must
part; never again should he take into
hl daily life the wife whose heart had
strayed to such as Richard Accringt a.
He would not divorce me, because he
deemed me guiltless in deed though not
in heart. Ishould still bear his name II
| chose, and reside In ono OF his do
mains, but never again should he looK
upon my face. TIL was your fat, my
lord, and | submitted. You never had
to complain of rebellion in poor EnSe-
londe, had yoa? And though you put
me away from you, you cannot lr1N ent
me from loving you still, loving You tor-
Sver.
l chose the place Of my exile myself;
nv lord of, red me other homes, 1alrer
and more cheerful. But a repudiated
wife could find no room for critical COM
rarison In her crushed heart. when her
young, sweet life lay in ruins AROUND
her.
A lonely islet In the Hebirdean seas,
far from q sterile coaSt-a fitting retire at
Tor the bruised spirit that has 10 more
zest for life. You grieyed, they say, my
lord at pCOr EngelOnde's choice, con-
demning her to worse than death you
still could spare little pity for tho
- oft
Perhaps you read NY motive wrong, ana
deemed 1T the self modification OF th'
remorseful All, no, my lord, | am gull
ty Of nothing In the eyes of God save OF
loving you too we |.
One precious boon you ga @ me, wblch
proved that say what you will, your In
stinct bade you IT st me despite your
cruel jealousy
In my third year of exile, h airing that
the starved life forces were running low,
and that Engelonde might die, you sent
my sweet Ulva to be my consolation, my
treasure, my dear savior from madness.
Of that other inmate you placed in my
homo disdain to complain; you judged
il best for me, no doubt, that the direc or
of my hou ehold should be that devoted
friend who had clung to you so long, and
who already knew something OF our
painful Sc ret; but John SircOmbc is no
counselor or friend of mine-no SHINY
reptile is more Stunned or loathed by
me than he, the wretch whose baseness
ruined me.
My Lord Inchcape has brought Eomc
his heir to him, distant cousin who was
still at college when l married. He is a
noble youth, l hear, and my lord is
warmly attached to him. | do not
grudge Edgar Arden his splendid pros
poets, yet often the art-piercing lc-
lection comes to no that it might have
been my son that Lord lnchcape loved
and took IrIde in, but for the treachery
of Richard Accrington and the falsehood
of John SircOm6e.
When these two confess the truth, my
love will take me back to his heart and
Into his life All, who will wiring the
truth from them? who will break my
shain and set me free? who will wipe the
imputed dishonor from Lord Inchcape's
name? Oh, for deliverance, dc.iverance.