The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1900-01-11
CRUEL
--A S.
The CRAVE,
The Secret Of DunPaVen
Castle.
BY ANNIE ASHMORE,
Author Of Faithful Margaret" Etc. Et
CHATTER IX.)-ContinucdJ

He retired from that presence dis
gYaccd man. a great trust had been
,confded TO him, and he had betrayed 1t.
He had been powcrful-hiS power was
overthrown; his Lad been busy life
and q useful-solitudc and shame wcro
TO 5c his portion hcncefOrward.
Fresh from this blow my lord wrote
me: he pronounced my doom. We must
part: never again should he take into
h!s daily life the wife whose heart had
strayed to such as Richard AccrinSt n.
He would not divorce me, because ne
deemed me guiltlcSS in deed though not
in heart. should still bear his name If
| 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
% complain of rebellion in poor Engc-
lOndc, had you? And though you put
me away from you. You cannot prevent
me from loving you still, loving yoa DR.
ever.
chose the place of my exile myself;
my loyd offered me other homes, f&trer
and more cheerful But a repudiat1d
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-
dcmning her to worse than death you
still could spare 4 little pity for the
trivial discOm!OrtS OF her situation.
Perhaps you read my motive wrong, and
deemed it the Standardization OF the
remorseful All, no, my lord, | am gull
" Of nothing in the eyes of God save OF
loving you too wei
Ore precious boon you gave me, which
proved that, say what you will, your in
stinct babe YOU truSt me despite your
cruel .ealousy.
In my third yea- of exile. hearing that
the starved life forces were running low.
and that Eugelonde might die, you sent
my sweet Ulva to be my consolation, my
treasure. my dear savior from madness.
of that other inmate you placed in my
home disdain 10 complain; you judged
il best for me, no doubt that the director
of nv household should be that devoted
.r.cad who had clIng 70 you so loEg, and
who already knew something of our
painful Sc ret: but John Sircombe is no
counselor or friend OF minc-ao shiny
reptI'c is moro stunned or loathed by
me than he, the wretch whose baSenesS
ruined me.
Ny Lord Inchcape has brought home
his heir TO him, distant cousin who was
still at college when married. He is q
noble youth, | hear, and my lord is
warmly attached to him. l do not
grudgc Edgar Arden his splendid pros
poets. yet often the heart-piercing re-
tiection comes to me that it might have
been my son that Lord 1nchcape loved
and took ride in. but for the treachcry
of Richard Accrington and the falSeho9d
of John SircomEc.
When these two confess tho truth, my
love will take me back 10 his heart and
into his life. All. who will wiring the
truth from them? who will break my
chain and set me free? who will wipe the
imputed disEonor from Lord lnchcape's
name? Oh, Tor de!iverance, dc!iverancc.