The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1898-03-26
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The CRAVE !,
The Secret of DunpaYen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author OF "Faithful Margaret" Etc. Etc
CHAPTER vII.-Continues.

VI HcE pTouu eyes, anu only 1oeilnB tndt
she might betray her thrilling hope and
fear unless she changed her position.
Still holding her hand, he rose with
her, and spoke ON with imperious urgen-
cy. Speak; do you grant my request,
or must / take my own?"
A stifed sob came from her very
heart; she could not comprehend him.
"The- the name?" she stammered.
"What Is it?"
@What! you do not guess?" cried he,
with fierce incredulity-then g ance
OF satanic mfrth crossed his pale, anx-
ious face. She tore her hand from him
In wild rcvusion of shame and wrath,
~How should guess the new object oil
your vagrant fancy?" demanded she,
disdainfully.
"No, no; this is no fancy" exclaimed
Accringtons forgetting every lesser emo
ton In his fervor, "this Is the best love
of my life; grew nober merely by
musing on her; she is my peace, my
complete-my golden-tressed Aurora!"
~Her name?" breated Mrs. Dellamere
with b'oodless lips and dilated eyes, like
one fascinated by terror.
"Oh. true, you calm formal an
ing himself. IL love your daughter Love-
day, dear madam, and crave her for my
wife,"
The tide of Mrs Delamere's feelings
reached its highest point of horror.
"My daughter your wife!" she ex-
claimed bitterly, with recoiling gest-
ure. II shall never consent! Such a
union would be abhorrent to every nat
ural instinct"
"You Refused" said Accrington with
have outliyed, so sweet to you that 1t
renders such union unnatural?"
But he could not goad her into consent
was defending she could snifer humili-
ating taunts for her sake.
at is impossible OF that and every
ground" sad she, her voice shaken
with passionate repugnance. @You are
falsenesses in your life that even have
seen. You cannot have my daughter.
Also, her heart is engaged
She shook off his grasping hand from
her cashmeres, and fastened away.
But not far; before she hal taken q
half dozen steps he was by her, look
In each of his eyes.
There can be but one explanation OF
this resistance" said he. "You love me
yeti"
She stood looking up at him, her eyes
flashing with fierce scorn; her hands
locked together to crush down the wild
forces within her which threatened to
leap cut in some vengeful act
"You are a craven!" she said, with
something grating in her sweet tones.
aft my heart could still cling to man
like you should tear it from my breast.
You are false, I shrink from you, l
despise yon; is that love?
,, She waited moment, with glowing
eyes fastened upon him, for any reply
he might venture to make, but as he
made none, only gnawed his lip in
speeches. humiliation, she turned quick
iy, and passed from his view with her
own silent, sweeping grace.
He returned to the fountain and
threw himself once mere upon the stone
seat with muttered maledict!on.
He had not believed she could defy
him; he had not prepared himself for
the open exhibition of her soorn.
Conscious of his powers OF manage
ment, he had thought to manipulate
Mrs. Dellamere through her wounded
pride until she would give him her con-
sent to win Loveday to save herself from
the suspicion Of loving him yet.
She had laughed him to scorn, and
he was vulnerable to the shame Of be-
ing scorned. He began to fear and
hate her
Many thoughts passed through his
busy brain. He recalled his various
loves, and how sincere each had been In
Its time. How much this proud. imperial
beauty, Laura, had been to him In her
day! how sweet and warm had been
that early love! and how he had SUI
fered when she cast him aside for q
richer mate!
Ali she deserved to suffer In her turn;
he should not spare her.
Then q wild memory OF Engelonde
Inchcape few like q red-hot bot
through his soul, her majestic purity,
her unsuIlied fidelity, and her bitter
fate.
He clenched his hand and drove the
blighting thought away with heartfelt
imprecat.on.
Then stole the image of Loveday Del
lamere upon him, tender. softly; no
shadow Of modification or remorse
blurred that memory; he unused upon
her dawn-like youth and innocence, her
sunny beauty, which radiated pure Joy,
and he craved for her with passionate
intensity as the wretehed crave for hap
pine S
Then he reviewed the resistance just
offered to his desire, and laughed sar-
donically.
! He would brush aside this opposing
will as If 1t were cobweb across his
Path, let who might suffer.