The Banner-Democrat., 1900-06-16
CHAPTER X-(Continued.)

CHAPTER X-(Continued.)
Beatrix went in search Of Mr.. Lennox.
She never enjoyed anything very much
unless her uncle shared in 1t.
Listen, uncle" she said-'I have
found hero-listen to what my hero has
DONE"
In her clear, sweet voice, that seemed
TO thrill with passionate emotion, she read
the story again, and then she laid down
the newspaper.
'She was only n servant goirl, uncle;
but 1t seems to me that the more iowly
the lot, the more striking is such gener-
osity. Had she been rich and had innu-
ence, he might have hoped for some re-
ward; ms 1t was, he could not have ex-
pected any. Uncle, am glad that read
this. I shall always believe In heroes
now."
''He is a clever man ms well ms good
one" said Peter Lennox. Il tell you
what, Beatrix-I am sure to drift into
lawsuit with the Eastern Mining Com
pany; shall place it In his hands: IL
will De worth several hundred pounds to
him..
"whcn will that begin, uncle" she
asked.
"Not for some time." he replied.
must have their answer first.
II should like to see Mr.. Carew, ana
tell him what think of hims" she said.
$50 should l." added her uncle. II
he wins my case, shall be delighted.
That Eastern Mining Company rs com
plete swindle. although am not prepar-
ed to prove it just yet" So saying, Peter
Lennox quilted the room, leaving ms
niece with the newspaper stiii IN her
hand.
"Beltran Carew," she repeated to her
self. II like the name. 1t Is oeauuiui
name. 'Beltran' brings before me the
picture of a belted knight Carew NJ
ways had n noble sound. ] wonder II
shall ever see Beltran Carew! l wonder
II he Is like my idealT"
A few days after this the Duchess OF
Elmslie sent TO ask IL Beatrix wouid drive
out with her; and, having no specIai en-
gagement, she consented. >,
'T have whim this morning, Beatri3'
said her godmother. "and with me TO nave
. whim means gratifying II"
"What is a whim p asked Beatrix.
'T am going to see Mrs. Carew. How
we'll you look in those trailing black laces.
Beatrix. They suit you so well. Yes,
am going TO see Mrs. Carew."
"Who is Mrs. CarewT
The duchess opened her fine blue eyes
Have you not heard of Mrs. CarewT'
she said. ''Then | will tell you about
her, To begin witl---she is n wonderful
woman, a perfect wonder. She must he
more than forty; yet she has the look, the
manners, and the grace OF girl Of TWEEN
". She is witty; and even her husband
whom / really consider most dense, SO
far as understanding soes-can under
stand her tests. and laughs at them. She
has pretty ways: she is charming in u
drawing room.
"But who Is she:" asked Beatrix, al
most impatiently. "You have not told me
who she is
Mrs. Carcw ID an artist" replied her
vrace. 'but an artist such rs the world
docs not often see. She paints portraits
and such portra.tsl They are master
pieces OF art. She will not paint every
one. She selects her subjects, assure
you. Mrs. Carcw came to London some
twenty-Sye years ago, and she has con-
ouered her world. 1t is one of the things
that every one wants. to have portrait
nninted by Mrs. Carew. You must have
yours painted. Bcatrix. az Duchess Of
Heathlapd.'
CHAPTER XI.
Mrs, Carew was su important unit in
London society. She held ground pecu-
Marly her own. AS the duchess had said,
her personal appearance was something
wonderful. She had the fair, unruffled
face, the clear. serene eyes and calm smile
of young girl. She was 30 quick, 30 Vi
yacioua, 30 animated, that 1t was difiicult
10 imagine forty summers had passed over
her head. She had q charm Of manner
that was irresistible. Every one liked
Mrs. Carew. No one was jealous of her.
The gentlemen admired her-ladies did
the same. 1t was her talent that made
her so poDular-the bright-eyed. fair
faced lady. who welded her brushes with
almost ma agical skill, was genius.
Besides bijou house in Mayfair, she
had a very beautiful villa ut Kew. When
she was tired of painting. tired Of So
cisty, tired of the gay, brilliant world and
its ways, she went thither and spent a
few days In seclusion by the riverside.
No one knew anything of Mrs. Cafew's
past history. Her son. Beltran Carew,
was one OF the most promising young
men In a day when many were of prom
tge, lie mao OCen euuCuteu Ut OXIOru,
and had chosen the bar as his profes-
sion.
Mrs. Carew had many admirers. but
the only reply she ever made to offers Of
marriage, to professions OF attachment.
10 vows and promises, was
"Ny dear sir. burned child breads the
dre.'
What mystery Of pain and sorrow those
words covered no one knew; still, every
one instinctively trusted in her goodness,
her truth and purity.
The Duchess Of Elmslie was very de-
sirous of having her portrait painted. and
the day had come at last when her grace
decided to call. She wished to take Bea-
trix with her, because she knew that her
Ace would delight Mrs. Carew.
They drove together to the house In
Mstfair, and found Mrs. Carew at home,
but Engaged. They were shown into a
room\illcd with articles of virtu; the
ceiling\was painted; the hangings were
Of blue Velvet: the light fingered on deli
cate pieAs Of stntuary, on jewelea taz-
sas, marne and Jasper.
There Y luxurious couch in the
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