The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1898-11-26
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IF l do" he said gently, Il should ask
my father to send at once for you"
Long after he was gone she pondered
over those words. 1" ever he sent for
her, she would have to go. How could
she bear TO return, as a paid poor, name
less dependent to the place she had en-
tered as beautiful blooming bride?
Winter passed, and the springtime
came again; the trees began to bud, the
birds to sing; and then Lord Selwyn
wrote 10 say that he was coming home
with her ladyship. There were grand
prepare tons at Selwyn Castle, and early
in the month Of April they returned.
Still Lady Beatrice never came near the
schools, and Mrs. Rivers began TO won
der if she had offended or displeased her:
vet that could not be, for large baskets
of fruit and flowers We're sent continually
from the Castle. And one morning early
in May, Rupert rode over to the cottage.
Mrs. Rivers" he said Il have come
to tell you the news, because ! thought it
would please you. Come up to the Castle
and see my little baby brother.'
She looked al him agasht, the color
going and coming in her sweet face.
What do you meant she asked.
w - are an So pIeuSeu, ue Sdlu LduE
Beatrice has beautiful little son, SO that
| have a brother now, and mean to love
him with all my heart
Like wildfre the welcome news flew
over the neighborhood Lady Beatrice
Selwyn had a little son. She had care
fully refrained from even saying one
word. and people were taken by surprise.
No one was more pleased than Rupert,
the heir Of Selwyn.
Lord Sclwyn was very pleased. He
was fond of children; he liked the music
of their pretty laughter, the innocent pratt
tie, the amusing ways. 1t was a delight
TO him TO think that once more he should
hold a baby boy in his arms, once more
teach baby lips TO speak And if he was
pleased and proud what was the happy
mother? She had not the tenderness that
distinguished Vioante; her heart did not
overflow with love for the helpless, ;nno-
cent child in her arms. But she was
proud OF him, fond of him. i'll her stately
way. There was one dra whack. This
beautiful boy, so strong, so healthy, her
own son, was not heir Of SelWyn. lie
had no proud rank to sustain, no grand
position TO hold in the world; for him there
was no title, no estate; he would never be
anything save younger son. with small
income and the thought of it was gall and
wormwood to Lady Beatrice.
She was difficult TO please in selecting
name for her child. She chose Lancelot
after much consideration. Lord Lancelot
Sclwyn, in oden days. had won great
fame as warrior. and had made his
name famous through al the land.
Envy is a weak word 20 describe the
jealous anger and gnawinS, bitter hatred
that filled the heart Of Lady Beatrice for
the heir of SeIwyn. Her own boy was q
beautiful child. fair Of face. noble and
generous Of disposition; slightly inclined
to be tyrannicai ana imp"rious. yet loving
and gentle when his little frs of anger
We're over. He resen!rlcd his father even
more than Rupert did.
The pity OF it, as my lady often said
that he. descended from Il noble line on
his mothers side, as we'll rs his father $
that he who resemblcd so closely the
master of Selwyn, should not be its her
She detested this interlorer, thls grand
son of country attorney. this sGr Of Il
plcbeian mother. She ha ted him with all
the scorn OF a passionate, proud soul.
Had little Lance never been bora she
would have tolerated Ru1crt: but. side 10y
side with her love for her own child. grew
her intense and angry hate for him. She
was obliged most carefully to conceal it,
Lord Sclwyn would never have permitted
from any one living the least unkindnrss
to NioIante's son.
No one kue:y better now 10 mile, 4
wound than Lady Beatrice, Selwyn. She
had way of speaking To him-a quiet
sarcasm. Il killing contempJ-that stabbed
The boy; yet careful was she that ihcre
was no word ever passed her i;ns that
could lie repeated to his father
She made his home 50 uncomfortable
that he went oftencr than ever H. the COZ.
rage Lord Selwyn Just at ,haI time wa 4.
busiIy engaged in some poligicrl hus:,,>s.
and was very often from home LADY
Beatrice cared little where the hue spr1r
his time, provided Il was not with her
So. when his days lessons were o,,r.
Rupert would mount his pony and gallon
away. He never tried 10 explain, ever ,c
himself, the attraction that took him I,
Mrs. Rivers. He liked her gentle voice.
always hushed aud low; her quiet, grace
ful manner her soothing words. He liked
her to pet AIM, "a indulge him: - st.
hour after hour. telling him tales thar re
minded him Of his mother-ho knew not
why or how; stories of great men ana
brave deeds, true hCrUism. ana grand
sr!f-d"Vuti"u. Those quiet houl~ in lnt
summer cleaning, with Inc io:icy lady
whom he was growing to love 50 dearly
did more toward forming Ruptrls cnGrar.
ter than all The hours Of study
He Went there one day when Lady he
rice had been very unkind 10 nina. lord
Sclwyu was away. and She hal refused
7" allow Rupert TO play with Elite L;,u,,c.
or even 10 see him-rcfEScd him with
words that. if repeated, lost all their sling
YET the look that ac"omra MED h"m v.as
bitter as death.
II WAS not often that I.ady bcat.-cs
made Rupert wincc-he was very patian,
under her Scornful dislike; but on iii,
day hot tears rose to his eyes ard Blinded
him. The trace Of the tears was quite
rrrcepiihlc on his face when he reached
The cottage The contrast between thos.
two women was So great: he one indulg-
cd. carcssed. and half worshped him: the
other was cold. proud and diStlaiufui.
Little 10y little Mrs. Rivers drew from him
the story of his wrongs. each word stab.
hing her with deadly pain
Then some days passed ana she ,iid not
500 him. The summer was drawing 10 n
close: the leaves were beginnin. to fall
from the trees: the sweetest flowers We're
fading, the birds sang of their approach
ing departure. He did not come Wear
ily, hour after hour, she stood a. the little
gate. looking down the high road 1ae.c
vas no chestnut pony. no bright face Sm.i-
ing under n glen=arry cap. Slc missed
him with pain that frightened her.
Perhaps Lady Beatrice had prevailed,
ana he was sent away. Perhaps Lord
Sclwyn had changed his mind. ana had
semi him 10 school. She thought % a
hundred different things. She woke Up IN
the night. fancying she heard the quick
gallop Of the chestnut pony. then went q
sleep with g prayer on her iips.
Still the days passed IN. and n" did
net come. She stood one day At the win
dow. thinking 10 herself that if she heard