Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1902-04-10

Never mind. Angel | repent most
bitterly Of the step | took. Oh, my
darling. if | had but listened TO you!
My life is one long martyrdom. Angel,
| have never confessed before, but oh,
how | long to be free! | am tired Of
suffering, and the time has come when
desire to be free, to be away from
him, to cease to suffer at his hands.
want to be where every day will not
bring fresh torture. I long for peace
and rest"
With kindly words Angela soothed
Ter unhappy mother.
The time for rest will come she
said. "All sorrows end, mamma, Just
as all darkness ends, and the dawn
comes at last"
Alas! for me, Angel, the dawn will
never come" sighed Lady Laura. 1T
is my whole life that is wrecked.
have loved him so deeply-nay, l love
him still; yet he tortures me SO ter
ribly that l long to be free"
Mamma" said Angela, you shall
keep your promise to me-you will
send for Mr.. Sansome as soon as you
can, and have that unfortunate will
cancelled"
Il will; I shall not forget; l am
anxious to do it. If he had been kind
to me, there would have been some
justice in your fathers money coming
to him; but as he has been most cruel
ruined my life and broken my heart,
it does not seem just"
ut is not just, mamma Promise
me that you will not trust to letters,
but that on the first day you find your
self free, you will send for Mr.. San
some and tell him you want that will
destroyed"
The captain would be very angry
if he knew" sighed Lady Laura
He need not know, mamma darling.
He persuaded you in an underhand
matter secret; you, too, can have your
secret. The money is yours to do with
AS you will"
II wish we never had any money,
Angel" sighed her ladyship.
$50 do I, mamma"
And mother and child, both so help
less and troubled, kissed each other
CHAPTER XIII.
Friday morning broke calm and
beautiful. April was drawing to
close; there was a faint CLEAN of gold
from the laburnum, faint glimmer Of
purple from the lilac, and the hedges
gave promise of a porfusion of fra
grant May.
Captain Wynyard came down early,
and seemed very impatient for the ar
rival of the letter-bag. His face was
sullen, his eyes were troubled, and at
times he was so engrOsSed in his own
thoughts that he saw Or heard moth
ing of what was passing around him.
He looked miserable. 1t happened
that 10 visitors were staying just
then in the house, and the captain had
to breakfast alone, which annoyed him,
for he abhOrred solitude, his thoughts,
when he was by himself, being not at
all pleasant ones. Lady Laura
never came down to breakfast unless
visitors required her presence.
Where is Miss Rooden?" the cap
tain asked, angrily
Miss RoOden is still in her room,
was the answer.
The captain seated himself at the
table; dark thoughts darkened his
face, even as they Swallowed his soul
They were cruel, terrible thoughts that
could not be put into words, and we're
all Of Angela. When he had finished
his breakfast, he opened the pOst-bag,
which had meanwhile arrived, and
took out his letters and papers; and
hour. Just as he was going round
to the stables to decide what horses
should be taken out, he heard quick
footsteps approaching. The next mo-
ment the door was opened hastily, and
Lady Laura entered the room, pale,
frightened, with tears in her eyes,
and her hands trembling so that she
could hardly hold the letter she car
ried
Now what is the matter?" he said
to himself. There is going to be a
scene"
But Lady Laura was not hysterical.
y great sorrow had fallen upon her,
which in its very magnitude seemed to
swallow up her own. She was hasten
ing TO him, when she paused suddenly
and wrung her hands with a gesture
of despair
Il was running to you in my
trouble" she cried; but why should
I? You care for neither my troubles
non joys. You do not love me: l am
less than nothing to you. Why have
come to you?"
To be Continued