The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-07

mar, the name Of Lord Carolini
With strained eyes she read thus:
The marriage of Lord CAROLYN to his
cousin, the Lady Celia Mountjoy, is now def
lnltely fixed for October 1st 1t will be re-
membered that the ceremony was postponed
Ior six months owing to the sudden death
OF the bridegroom's father, the late Lord
Carolin''
What did it mean? i
What new horror was this? e u
was ever man so base?
On, great Heaven was she dying?
When Mrs Dunn came in to give the in
valid her tea, as requested by her landlady,
she found Mavis in dead faint, society
journal elutched in her cold hand.
ga person to see me? can't see anyone
didn't tell you so, Boyd? am busy and
Lord Carolin turned impatiently to his writ
ing table, the most prominent object upon
winch was large and beautiful portrait of
MS hancee, Lady Celia Mountjoy.
But this person, my lord-this woman-is
is so like" and Boyd foundered hope
lessly.
:. "Who?" inquired Lord Carolin, with dry
lips. 81.
lie feared-he knew not what.
'Like-like-" and Boyd whispered in his
masters ear.
A look of relief passed over Lord Carol1n's
handsome features.
Send her away, Boyd: it is but a chance
resemblance. I thought
1ou thought it was another, my lord,
didn't you?" and Mrs Glare entered the
room waving the terrified Boyd one side.
You thought it was your lawful wife-the
girl you had deserted in her hour Of trial,
bidding her believe she was no wife-leaving
her and her helpless babe, your son, at the
mercy of the world. Fate brought her to
me, when she would have ended her young
life from sheer despair. Fate gave her into
my keeping, you pitifuI coward, and she is
| safe-she and your son, your heir.
who am I? Look well. Do you not re-
member me? I am like her, not? Hal
it brings back to you things you would rather
her death, for to her death you drove her!
With your naughty, aristocratic ways, your
GOODNESS, you drove her to drink, to evil-liv-
ing, to death! And I, her sster-her twin
sister-who loved her, swore to be even with
you-and Fate has done it. You shall not
ruin another
1T will kill Celia" was all Adrian, Lord
Carolin, could say.
Il am sorry for her" said Mrs. Clare; ''but
| it was part of my revenge to leave you in
your FOOLS paradise as long as possible-I
have known your black treachery for some
time past. Bah! she will get over it! The
pride of race, of which you brag, will support
her, doubt not" and the woman laughed,
sneeringly.
/ Where are your proofs? How do I know
that you do not lie, woman?" said Adrian
| Where is she whom you say is my wife
where is she, I say? AS to marriage where
is the proof-where is the certifcate?"
| II expected that answered Marion Clare
| quietly. Here it is''-laying paper before
his startled eyes. 'You see, my lord the
game is in my hands. She, poor child, did
not even know the name of the church, but,
| in her innocent telling she described it to
me wildly, that 1 at once recognized it.
1t was as L thought My quest was short
and easy one. She. Mavis, Lady Carolin, is
your lawful wife.
Nov, go; break the news to your high
| iC
complete. I go to tell the glad news to Lady
| CAROLYN"
"Fiend that you are! Do you not know
it will break her heart, Lady Celias?"
"And you thought nothing of another
heart-nay, of two-that you would have
broken for your selfish pleasure? 1 am in
time to save Lady Celia Mountjoy a lifelong
disgrace. Tell your own tale; but, remem-
Der have my tale also-and-the proofs
Saying this, Marion Clare left Adrian
Carolin alone with his thoughts.
The following morning, the daily papers
announced to the world at large that no
marriage would take place on Thursday, the
LIST of October, between Adrian, Lord Carolin,
and Lady Celia Mountjoy.
No reason was given at the time but
gradually it leaked out that there was a
mystery connected with these noble houses
and tongues clacked, and society was all
agog to know the truth, which, it is needless
to say, it didn't.
1t was understood that Lady Celia and her
parents were abroad.
No one knew where the Lord Of Carolin
was.
It was verify strange tale to which Mavis
Carolin listened from the lips of Mrs. Glare.
That her child was not nameless was the
joy of her life.
For herself she cared nothing.
If Adrian would not return to her, of what
awaited anYthing?'