The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-07-22
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but with just a faint, pitiful touch OF
regret, or self blame, lingering IN her
voice. Father Beret said you would
did not believe him; but r.
And you shall not believe him, said
Beverley Il have not misunderstood
you. There has been nothing You
have treated me kindly and with beau
tifuI friendliness. You have not done
or said a thing that Father Beret or
anybody else could criticise- And IL
have said or done the least thing 10
trouble you I repudiate i'll DID not
mean it. Now you believe me, dom
you, Miss Roussillon?''
He seemed to be falling into the
habit of speaking to her in English
She understood it somewhat Imperfect
ly especially when in an earnest mo-
ment ne rushed his words together as
if they had been soldiers ne was lead
ing at the eharge-step against an
enemy. His manner convinced her,
even though his diction fell short.
Then we'll talk about something
else" she said. laughing naturally now
and retreating to a chair by the
hearthside Il want you TO tell me all
about yourself and your family, your
home and everything"
She seated herself with an air OF
! conscious aplomb and motioned him 10
take a distant stool.
There was q great heap of dry logs
in the fireplace, with pointed flames
shooting out of its crevices and leaplng
into the gloomy, cave-like threat OF
the flue. Outside wind passed neaV-
lily across the roof and beloved In the
chimney top.
Beverley drew the stool near Alice,
who. with a charred stick, used as a
poker, was thrusting at the glowing
crevices and sending showers OF SPARKS
aloft
why. there wouldn't be much to
! TELL he said, glad TO feel secure
again. Our home is a big old mansion
named Beverley hall on a hill among
trees, and half surrounded with slave
cabins. IT overlooks the plantation In
| the valley where a little river goes
wandering on its way" He was speak
| ing French and she followed him eNSlly
now. her eyes beginning to Hing out
again their natural sunny beams OF IN
! terest. Il was born there twenty-slx
years ago and haven't done much OF
] anything since. You see before you,
/ Mademoiselle, a very undistinguished
| young man, who has Signally failed TO
accomplish the dream of his boyhood,
which was to be great artist IKE
/ Raphael or Angelo Instead OF being
/ famous, 1 am but a poor lieutenant IN
the forces of Virginia.
4 Il,
and sisterS2" she Intercepted. She did
not understand his aIlusion to the great
artists of whom she knew nothing. She
| had never before heard of them. She
leaned the poker against the chimney
| jamb and turned her face toward him.
| Mother, father and one sister,, he
said, mo brothers. We were a happy
little group. But my sister married
| and lives in Baltimore. l am here
Father and mother are alone in the old
house. Sometimes l am terribly home
sick" He was silent moment, then
added: But you are selfish, you make
me do all the telling. Now 1 want you
to give me a little of your story, Ma
demoiselle, beginning as 1 did, at the
/ first
But I can't" she replied, with child
like frankness, for don't know where
/ / was born, nor my parents names. nor
! who am. You see how different il is
with me. / am called Alice Roussii-
| Ion. but 1 suppose my name is Alice
Tarleton; it is not certain, however.
There is very little to help out the the
DRY. Here is all the proof there is. L
don't know that it is worth anything"
| She took off her locket and handed it
to him.
He handled it rather indifferently, for
he was just then studying the fine lines
of her face. But in a moment he was
interested.
--TarIeton. Tarleton," he repeated.
Then he turned the little disc of gold
over and saw the enameled drawing
on the back-a crest clearly outlined.
He started The crest was quite IA
miliar
Where did you get this?'' he de-
manded in English, and with such
blunt suddenness that she was startled.
Where did it come from?"
II have always had it,
Always? It's the Tarleton crest
Do you belong to that family?'
Indeed do not know Papa Rous-
sillon says he thinks I do
We'll, this is strange and interest
ing" said Beverley, rather TO himself
than addressing her. He looked from
the miniature to the crest and back to
the miniature again, then at Alice. Il
tell you this is strange" he repeated
with emphasis. 1T is exceedingly
strange"
Her cheeks flushed quickly under
their soft brown. and her eyes flashed
with excitement.
Yes, l know" Her voice futtered;
her hands were eIasped in her lap. She
leaned toward him eagerly. 1T is
strange. 1 have thought about it q
great deal.'
Alice Tarleton; that is right; Alice
IS name of the family. Lady Alice
Tarleton was the mother of the first
Sir Garrett Tarleton, who came over
in the time of Yardley. It's a great
family. One of the oldest and best in
Virginia" He looked at her now with
a gaze of concentrated interest, under
, | which her eyes fell why this is TO-
mantic," he exclaimed. absolutely ro-
mantle And you don't know how you
came by this locket? You don't know
who was your father. your mother?f
Il do not know anything
And what does Monsieur Roussillon
know
) Just as little"
: But how came he to be taking YOU
and caring for you? He must know
} now he got you. where he got you. OF
whom he got you2 Surely he knows
oh, know all that. I was u years
: old when Papa RoussilIon took me
eight years ago I had been having a
hard life, and but for him I must have
DIED L was captive among the In
ldians- He took me and has cared for
me and taught me- He has been very
very good to me- / love him dearly"
And don't you remember anything
at all about when. where, how the In
dams got your
No" She shook her head and
seemed to be trying to reeolIeet some
: thing NO. 1 just can't remember
: and yet there has always been some
thing Ike a dream in my mind which
l could not quite get hold Of. I know
that | am not Catholic 1 vaguely
remember a sweet woman who raUvh'