Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-10-13
told you that even TO purchase one mo-
ment of such happiness as this, 1 would
most ch%ecrfully diey"
Ives, because you love me So" she
murmurcd.
murmurcd.
CHAPTER NuI.

CHAPTER Mil.
The six months of waiting passed as
time does for all. and then they were
married. and it seemed that the marriage
was universally approved; no one had u
word to say against it except Elsa Grey.
They were married. and the first week in
the glorious month of August. Sir Cyril
took his wife home to Eastwood.
Nothing could have cqualcl his kind
ness to Glade. by his own ordcrx u
beautiful little suite of rooms was set
aside for her in the western wing. ana
they were beautifully fitted up: and some
weeks afterward Sir Cyril sent for her
to meet the family lawyer. AMI they pro-
crc'lcd to draw up and sign different doc
umcntS. by which the sum of five thou
sand pounds was settled on her. She
was speeches.. her pale face and shad-
owed eyes puzzled the lawyer.
For Il time it softcncd and soothcd the
deadly hate. the burning rancor, the
deadly sense of wrong. the jealousy that
Strovc like a iicnd in her heart. SO they
lived for a time. and the beautiful Lady
Vernon was the admired of all. Every
one liked and loved her: she was queen
of the county: she had all the gayetics
and festivities: she was one of the most
u IL tAiiur cNOI sCVu Ul AIS
void.
Miss l:catnn shared all Lady vcrnon's
gay"tics and plras,,rcs-thry were exact
ly like Si>tcrs-thcrc WAS Just this one
difference between ticm-Lady Vernon
gave to Glade Il trne. loyal. kindly. sim
ccrr love. while Glade gave to her the
k%rcncst. most bitter. most Jealous hate
that one person could give another. 1t
was we'll concealed. carefully hidden. hut
still it was tlere-it famed out at times.
and they mistook ii for ovcrzeal; bur
there was hate enough i'm G:ladie's heart
for murder.
but the time when Glade hated her
most WAS when her little son was horn;
that was II fine. warm, bright day in
June. when the smile Of heaven. as shown
in the summer sun. rested on the land,
and the air was filled with music. Then
it seemed to l.cnorc that her cup of hap
pincss trimmed over. when they brought
Il lovely babe. with Sir Cyril's dark clrls
and her blue eyes. and. placing it in her
arms. told her it was her son. She won.
derrd aftcrwaid that she had not gone
mad with the very excess of her joy. \
son. it was the one thing to complete her
bliss.
The child grew in strength md beauty,
Gladie's hatred seemed to grow with it.
The time came when he could begin to
talk. when Il sweet, shrill little voice
echoed through the hall. IL voice Siy Cyril
thought swcctcr than the birds music
or the whisper of the wind; and once
this WAS when little .Audlcy was one
year old, and could run from room to
room-he saw Il white dress in the dis
tanrc. and thought it was Lady Vernon.
Il ssNe ~ 1o .tc,nN ,nrsn ~ :k l,<
it was Glade. who stood waiting. Mann
ma," lie cried again, in his shrill. sweet
voice; then Glade caught him in her
arms; there was pain amounting to de-
spair in her face.
II am not FOUR mammal" she said:
then she claspcd him to her breast. II
ought to have been your mamma. but l
nm not: if love forms amy claim. then, oh.
surely. above all other women, 1 had
that claim!"
The child cried. and the passion of love
in her face changed to the passion of
hate.
II should like to open that window and
drop YOU on to the ground below" she
said: and. though the child wa too little
to understand the words. he understooaI
the tone. and cried aloud. just at that
moment his nurse came hurrying to him.
What is the matter? Miss Rcaton,
what are you doing.' she cried. and
Glade turned to her with a naughty look.
You must not speak to me in that
Tone she said. II am doing nothing to
the child: he is bad-temprred and naugh-
ty!'
Tn nurse took the little one, sobbing|
in her rms
HE is not bad-tcmpcred. Miss Bea-
ton." she said: mo one could call him
So
She hurried away with her little
charge, and Glade stood still while the
wild. mad passion raging in her died
away.
There came another day. when little
Audley had reached his third year, and
she took him out while his nurse was
otherwise engaged: she took him to the
top of a steep hill which formed a preci-
pice. and was called the Gray Rock;'I
there, in her moody fashion, she sat down
on the grass. leaving the child to play
with the flowers.
Suddenly she thought TO herself how
easy it would bc to let him go too near
the edge. to send him to gather one little
touch. and he would go over. What a
grand revenge!
She rose suddenly from the grass. and
stood painting, trembling with the influx
of murdcrous rage.
"How she would scream and cry-how
she would toss those white arms of hers
in the air. and mean for him! What a
grand revenge. But. no." she checked
herself. "Somcthing better has occurred
to me. All! to strike her through him!
| Why did not, think of it before? NV
sure revenge is in my hands at last"
ITO be continually
An Appropriate Remark.
Mr.. C.-My wife always says the
right thing mt the right time.
Mr.. Y.-What now?