The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1898-04-09
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The CRAVE !,
The Secret Of DlnraYen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE.
Author of Faithful Margaret" ETC.. Etc
CHAPTER Ix.,-Con,Innea.,


He retired from that presence dis
graced man. A great trust had been
confided to him, and he had betrayed it.
He had been powerful--his powar was
overthrow; his lad been Q busy lie
and a useful-solitude and shame were
to be his portion henceforward.
Fresh from this blow my lord wrote
me; he pronounced my doom. We must
part; never again should he take into
his daily life the wife whose heart had
strayed to such as Richard Accringt-n.
He would not divorce me, because he
deemed me guiltless In deed though not
In heart. should still bear his name II
chose, and reside In one OF his do
mains, but never again should he look
upon my face This was your fiat, my
lord, and / submitted. You never had
to complain of rebellion in poor Enge-
4 londe, had you? And though you put
meSaway from you, you cannot prevent
me frSm loving you still, loving you Tor
ever
chose the place of my exile myself;
nv lord offered me other homes, fairer
and more cheerful But a repudiated
wife could find no room for critical COM
parison In her crushed heart, when her
young, sweet life lay in ruins around
her.
A lonely islet in the Hebirdean Seas,
far from sterile coast-a fitting retreat
Tor the bruised spirit that has no more
zest for life. You grieved, they say, my
lord. at poor Engelonde's choice, con-
demning her to worse than death you
still could spare little pity for the
trivial discomforts OF her situation,
Perhaps you read my motive wrong, and
deemed it the Standardization OF the
remorseful. All, no, my lord, am GUT,
ty OF nothing in the eyes of God save Of
loving you too we
One precious boon you gave me, whlcI
proved that, say what you will, your In
stfnct babe you trEst me despite you
cruel jealousy.
In my third year of exile, hearing tina
the starved life forces were running low
and that Engelonde might die, you sen
my sweet UIya to be my consolation, m.
treasure, my dear savior from madness
OF that other inmate you placed In m.
home I disdain to complain; you judges
It best for me, no doubt, that the direc.o
of my household should be that devote
friend who had chung to you so long, an
who already knew something OF GU
painful secret; but John Sircombe IS
counselor or friend of mine--no slim
I0DJiIo Is UOIc onuuHON Va 'YeSe~O>~ =
me than he, the wretch whose basenes
ruined me.
My Lord Inchcape has brought HON
his heir to him, distant cousin who wa
still at college when married. He IS
notte youth, / hear, and my lord
warmly attached to him. do NJ
grudge Edgar Arden his splendid pro
meets. vet often the heart-piercing r
aaction comes to ne that 1t might ha'
been my son that Lord Inchcape love
and took Iridc in. but for the treachel
Of Richard Accrington and the falseho'
of John .Sircombe.
When these two confess the truth, n
love will take me back to his heart o.
into his life. All, who will wiring Il
truth from them? who will break
chain and set me free? who will wipe t
imnuted dishonor from Lord Inchcapt
name? oh, for deliverance, deliverant