The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-18
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The twilight had deepened into dark.
ness, and the fire was very low, but the
red glow from the embers revealed the
solitary inhabitant of the room sitting
in an attitude Of hopeless detection.
There was silence save for the ticking
Of the old grandfather's clock, and to
Colonel Dalmaine the pendulum seemed
to beat out the refrain that was echoing
in his own mind, Give hundred pounds,
FIVE hundred poundsr' Presently q red.
hot coal fell from the CRATE and threw
faint flicker on the writing table,
upon which was photograph Of a very
lovely girl in silver frame.
ooh, beauty!" said the colonel, with
long drawn sigh, and a softened ex-
preston Of infinite pity came over his
rugged features as he looked at the
beautiful girlish face. "Oh, beauty, my
hearts dear queen" And then q sob
broke the stiffness Of the room, and
Trayers Dalmaine bowed his head Oh
his hands and gave himself up to a par
oxysn Of silent agony.
< Just at this minute the heavy oak
door was pushed loiselessly open and a
small figure softly entered the room and
crossed to tho writing table. A little
hand was laid on the colonel's arm and
a little voice announced, "Chappie's
here!' and then Dalmaine raised his
head, and the freight danced with
glee, for the sad face now beamed with
love and tenderness as he put one arm
round the little lad at his side and muir
INJURED, "Chappie, my beanty's little
boy"
les, Chappie's tum. What for 90
kwy?" demanded the baby voice, and
then, catching sight of the silver frame,
he added, softly, "Chappie's movah-
Chappie's booful movahl'
Then the little lad climbed on his fa-
theirs knee and demanded story. And
hand in hand Dalmaine.wandered with
his little son through the delightful
mazes Of fairyland, forgetful of the
overwhelming weight Of trouble that
had come upon him.
As they sat thus the library door
opened and let in a flood of J. ght from
the hall. 1t fell on the curly golden
head that nestled near the iron gray
one, on the sweet baby features and on
the mans rugged, sun tanned face. 1t
was touching picture that would
have appealed to any woman's heart,
and little CLEAN Of the sleeping wom-
anhood in Beauty Dalmaine awoko as
she paused on the threshold and watch
ed her husband and her little son. Both
turned, and then the child ran forward
to greet the beautiful young mother,
but she drew back, saying, "Be care
full, child; you will crush my dress"
and then daintily gathered up the SHIN
mering satin train. But there was an
ache in the heart of the loving little
lad as he gaZed at the faultless face
above him, and then kind hand was
laid on his head, and his father said:
"You must run away now, Chappie.
I want mother. Good night, my son,"
and he stopped and kissed the sorrowful
little face with all the tenderness of G
woman.
"Fardle wants Chappie' S movah, the
child repeated to himself as he ran up
the stairs, and then the library door
closed, and the husband and wife were
alone.
You'll be brief, Travers, because
have an engagement, the cold, clear
voice rang out.
Tonight your engagement must fall
through. 1 have much to say, and I
must say it row."
The colonel spoke with decision, and
it was hard to believe that he was tho
same man who had just been telling
Chappie such wonderful fairy tales.
The tender smile had vanished and his
usually stern face had assumed its Sc
verest expression.
"Pray sit down." he continued, push.
ing chair toward his wife, but Beau
ty Dalmaine remained standing.
Nonsense, Travers. / can't postpone
tonight's engagement. We are going to
the play. Sir Arthur has had the great.
est difficulty in getting the seats, and
as he has taken SO much trouble can
not put off going"
"There are worse faults that can be
laid at your door, my child" her hus-
band replied gravely. lyon owe some
obedience to your husband, and tonight
I wish that You remain at home. will
send an apology to Sir Arthur" And
so saying he rang for the lights and sat
down to the writing table.
When tho note had been duly dis
patched, Colonel Dalmaine turned once
more to his wife. She looked wonder
fully beautiful, but it was the beauty of
a statue. Her expression was cold and
proud, and her attitude was one Of
naughty defiance. The severity died out
of Dalmaine's face and gave way to
softer expression as he spoke.
"Did. you hear what the little ono
said? 'Fardio wants Chappie's mother
That il just it. want you, beauty. I
want little Of the wifely love and ten.
derness that is my due, Wherever go
I hear Of Beauty Dalmaine's loneliness,
Of her sweetness, Of her talents. am
the envy Of all men, but if they only
knew-if they only knew-that that
sweetness is reserved for any one but
her husband, that those talents are not
used for the identifying of her home,
but to lure On other unfortunate men to
the came abyss that was my fate; that
her beauty, instead Of being my pride