Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-03-02

not love meY but prudence forbade II.
'I cannot tell you. / have heard you
say that love Is fate. I should imagine
it must be because the Duke Of Hazel
wood is not my fate"
He did not know what answer to make
10 that, 1t was 50 entirely his own way OF
thinking.
But, Philippa." he resumed after
pause, "do you not think that you might
love him if you triedT'
when you urge me to marry your
friend, you ask me why cannot love him.
Norman, why can you not love me!
Il can answer you only in the same
words-I do not know. ! love you with
as true IN affection as ever man gave to
woman; but have not for you lovers
| love- I cannot tell why, for you are one
of the fairest of fair women"
"Fair. but not your ideal woman" she
said, gently.
NO, not my ideal woman" he re-
tarned; my sister, my friend-not my
| love-
Norman, will you tell me what your
ideal Of woman 10 Hike, that l may know
her when I see herr
Nay" he objected, gently, ''let us talk
Of something else"
! But she persisted.
Tell me-" she urged. that l may know
| in what she differs from me-
81 do rot know that / can tell you. he
replied. 81 have not thought much of
] the matter"
| But If anyone asked you to describe
! your ideal Of what a woman should be,
you could do it" she pursued.
| Perhaps so, but at best it would he
but an imperfect sketch. She must be
young, fair, gentle, pure, tender OF heart,
noble in soul, with a kind Of shy. sweet
| grace; frank, yet not outspoken; free from
all affectation, yet with nothing unwOm-
| anIy: n mixture Of child and woman. If
| love an ideal, it is something like that.
And she must be fair, like all the
ladies Arleigh, with eyes like the hya-
cinth, and hair tinged with gold, l sup
pose. Norman"
| "Yes; / saw a picture once in Rome
that realized my notion of true womanly
loveliness. 1t was a very fair face. with
| something Of the innocent wonder of q
I child mixed with the dawning love and
| pa ssion Of noblest womanhood.'
You admire an ingenue. We have both
our tastes; mire, If l were n man, would
incline more to the brilliant and hand,
some"
She would have added more, but al
that moment Lady Peters drew aside the
silken hanging.
MY dear children" she said, 81 should
i'll play my part of chaperon II l did moi
remind you of the hour. We have beer
celebrating my birthday, but my birth
day is past and gone-it is after mid
night"
| Lord Arleigh looked up in wonder.
AFTER midnight? Impossible! Yet
declare my watch proves that it is. 1t is
all the fault Of the starlight, Lady Peters
YOU must blame that. Good night, Phil
ippa," he said, in a low, gentle voice
bending over her.
The wind stirred her perfumed hair un
I'll it touched his cheek: the leaves of tht
| crimson roses fell in a shower around her
She raised her beautiful pale face to hi!
1.-The unspeakable love, the yearning sor
row on 1t, moved him greatly. He ben
down and touched her brow with his lips
Good night, Philippa, my sister-m,
friend" he said.
Even by the faint starlight he saw /,
change pass over her face.
Good night" she responded. 81 hav'
| more to say to you, but Lady Peters viii
be Mortified if you remain any longer. Yo,
will call tomorrow, and then 1 can finisf
my conversation r
Il will come" he replied gravely.
He waited moment to see If she woult
pass into the drawing room before him
but she turned away and leaned her arm
on the stone balustrade.
1t was all over now. She had stepped
down from the proud height Of her glor,
Gus wornanhood to ask for his love, ans
he had told her that he had none to giv'
her. She had lowered her PRIDE hu'hi'
lated herself. all in vain. ..
mo woman" she said to herseir
would ever pardon such slight or Tor
l give such a wrong"
At first she wept as though her hear
would break-tears fell like rain from ne
eyes, tears that seemed to burn as the.
| fell; then after a time pride rose an'
gained the ascendancy.
/ When the passion Of grief had sub
sided, when the hot, angry glow of wound
ed pride died away, she raised her face t
the night skies.
swear" she said, that l will be re
venged-that will take such vengean nc
on him as will bring his pride down ia
lower than he has brought mine. l VII
never forgive him. I have loved him wit
| a devotion passing the love of woman.
|
have given my life to make him happy.
| now consecrate it to vengeance. l swea
to take such revenge on him as shall brln
| the name of Arleigh low indeed"
| And that VOW she intended to keep.
A week afterward Lord Arleigh receiv
ed a note in Philippa's handwriting; !
said, simply:
Dear Norman: You were good enoug
to plead the dukes cause. When yo
meet him next, ask him if he has any
thing to tell you.
"PHILIPPA L'ESTRANGE."
What the Duke OF Hazelwood had t
tell was that Miss L'Estrange had prom
| ised to be his wife, and that the maria g
was to take place in August. He praye
Lord Arleigh to be present as his "bes
man" on the occasion.
, CHAPTER XII.
The great event of the year succeedin
was the appearance of the Duchess o
Hazelwood. Miss L'Estrange, the bell
and the heiress, had been very popular
her Grace Of Hazelwood was more Iopr
lar still.
II the duke had been asked to continu
the history Of his wedding day, he woul
have told a strange story-how, whe
they were in the railway carriage togetf
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