The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1898-02-12

Highland fishermen down by the shore.
Does that relieve you?"
He nodded mute assent; his mind was
In such confusion that he could do
nothing but lie and regard her with his
soul in his eyes.
Sweet lady, is this your fate? Chained
to this sterile rock in the midst OF the
seas, consigned to your gnawing grief
unhelped and uncontrolled, while your
bright beauty wastes in its summer
prime.
Alas! beautiful Engelonde Inchcape,
what had you done to deserve this?
~You are trying to recall whether you
have ever seen me before" said she,
shrinking uneasily under his uncon-
scious gaze mo, no; we are utter
strangers to each other. You are In
Dunraven Tower. and my simple High.
land folk call me their lady, because
am the wife Of their absent chief. How
should you have met q Fecluse like me?
Nc, no. no; our paths in life lie far
apart !" Her voice died away, she
brooded mournfully over the thoughts
suggested by her own words.
Edgar shook off the preoccupation
which had hith arto held him dumb; he
had resolved upon his course
| If he had indeed found Lord Inch
cape's vanished wife and daughter in
this seclusion, he had by chance STUN.
| bled upon secret which the earl mao
never chosen to confide to him. 1T was
+ clear that as yet Lady Inchcape did not
suspect that he was her husbands helr,
nor had he any right to complicate the
situation by enlightening her. lie
might not long be obliged to lntrude
here-he determined to make an effort
to maintain his incognito; at least un-
til he had confessed his involuntary In
trusion to Lord Inchcape
Therefore he answered Lady Inch
cape's last words by the statement,
| meant to reassure her evident anxiety
lest he might have recognized her :act;
"No. madam, am sure l have never
met you anywhere before, far as have
travelled. l should never have forgotten
+ you. And now that l owe my NE to
your goodness, trust the day may come
when may prove my gratitude. Allow
me to give YOU my name-Edgar; L am
an Englishman."
He could not look at her, or speak tc
her in the impersonal conventions
! fashion warranted by their brief &C
ouaintance, with all that he knew OF hei
in his heart; and she felt the peculiar
magnetism of his manner; she was at
tracted strangely, e,e cry word he spoke
entered her heart as genuine
81 make you welcome to my lonei!
home, Mr.. Edgar" said she with he
pensive smile; although your visit wa
involuntary and we have the temrest t.
thank for our introduction to each other
, None enter here from the outer WORK
save the wretched and the LOST tn
pathetic voice raised here and sh
: seemed to follow the thought suggeste'
3 by her last words little way, her tw
brilliant eyes fixed on vacancy, bat 500
, she reused herself and went on; $50 tina
r we have little to tempt us to watch TN
!; ocean, and we had almost let You peris
+, tefore your yacht was discovered III IN
!, | binding drift. We have life saving ar
Q paratus in readiness, and the hsherme
: are accomplished surfmen; but in I'll
absence of their leader Kenmore tyou
pilot) they were not so vigilant pcrhaI
as usual. and no one observed the. littl
. vessel in distress until my bright-eye
q daughter saw it from the turret, wher
!. she was enjoying the storm. She 1t wa
a who lit the beacon-fire and rang IN
alarm; and she who few to the shore
v time to organize the men, and thus say
v every life. She is her fathers child, m
/; brave Ulva!"
: Lady Viva Inchcape, only daughter
p tho earl, whom the world suppose
A abroad in some pension at her education
IS The Oolava of the old Kenmore's lamen
the Child of Sorrow!
d Strange, sad fate for one so young,
IS this bleak rock was all her wor d al
l. the gray seas her horizon!
,r 81 hen / and my faithful crew owe OF
IS lives to your stepdaughter!" cried tdga
IS with sparkling eyes.
a @How can you guess that she is On
,e my stepdaughter?" inquired she, looxil
re- earnestly at him. IL could not ha
said that never call her that; she
g too dear to me"- she broke off in a!
I'd tation, her eyes searching his piteor
ly. aPerhaps Kenmore has been TALK
co about this family?" asked she, ournl
at flush gradually mantling her pure, p;
en- face, and her eyes sinking before his
he deep and painful embarrassment.
or His heart bled for her. She shrank
NJ anguished shame from the very idea
being recognized; yet he could ha
n staked his life upon her innocence
e. the faintest wrong. Kenmore D
of called her an injured lady"-yes,
ay was that, Edgar was convinced OF
aDear Lady Dunraven, Kenmore
,s- tinctively refused to utter one word c,
corning the Isle which we expected
M send us to the bottom" said he, light
"a IL think he held me as deliberat
90 guilty of being born an Englishm
~ and would not waste good language ul
~ me or mine. May tell you how KIN
'' that Lady Ulva was not your own chi
20 saw her standing on the Gill J
es before we went down."
.e 1 aBut you were in the very Jaw:
% death: how could you notice what
nU was like?" asked Lady Dunraven wit
80 faint smile, and keener look at hin
nes (ro BE CoNrINUED.)
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