New-York tribune., 1902-12-26
PART 7.

PARI L
My Lord DAvrancourt had come into bis own;
he had returned to England to enjoy to the fuii
that comfort from which. some two years before
his father then alive and with thought nor
fear OF death before his eyes, had driven him
forth with curses and revflngs with 1eers ana
fouts and immeasurable and hideous sus-
gestions of the wholesomeness of starving IN 1or-
eIgn garrets and feeding in foreign gargoies. and
being clad in rags.
Go" this anIa bic parent had said TO the young
man. then known the Viscount Castleh1ll- go
and enjoy all these things: and herd with your
Stuart friends in the back alleys OF Paris. or Brs
sels or The Hague; go. indeed. to your friends
master. the devil and there talk over your Uto-
plan ideas of second Stuart Restoration after
her majesty is dead But more here,
solicit for money: ask nothing. since
you will get nothing. And, when 1 am dead. there
will ne found a will by which your lordship Will
discover that. though you are Marquis D'Avran-
court you will have vastly little wherewith to
support your title. Now. be off Away. L have
done with you See If the Chevalier de St George
will give you money for dcing and gaming and
wenching and cock fighting. or If the stews or
Paris will trust the of myself the present
marquis. Pontack's and the RUNNER. and other
taverns, have trusted you in London
You were once a follower Of the unhappy
Stuarts yourself. my lord" the young man. his
son. said. and you now a minister of
Queen Annes cabinet"
II was the old marquis said, with a leer so
long as their power lasted. So long as that I'M
utterable vagabond. Charles II of gracious and
pious memory. sat the throne, or as James the
Papist did so. But I knew when to become an
Orangen1an and I know how to her present
majesty who is a good churchwoman though low
ing brandy overmuch; and I shall know how TO
serve the Hanoverian when he comes All OF us
who have thrfven and prospered know how to do
that You are a romantic young fool, and do not
know. Therefore have done with you. Be off,
God preserve you, my lord the royalist"
But the noble marquis had never reckoned with
a grim enemy stronger than he. fit took him
one night after he had supped somewhat too rash
ly on fowls livers and cockscombs and had drunk
bottle or so too much OF Tokay and in the morn
ing he was gone-gone without making that will
of which he had spoken. gone without seeing the
coming OF King George of Hanover. and without
time to say one prayer-if he knew one!-or utter
one more curse-of which he knew many-asalnst
his degenerate and romantic son
So Herbert, the new Marquis Of DAvrancourt
ruled in his stead, after being unearthed from
maison d'arret in Paris, and was now in full en-
ioyrnent OF all that pertained to the DAvran-
courts-to the estates in Rutland. in Lancashire
and Norfolk; to the great London house on the
Strand, with sweet fair garden giving 10 the
rivers edge: TO, also. the ancient house or the
family not so very far from London. near Houns-
low; and the wealth deposited IN the oanK OF
old Josiah Child-ts everything
He had been unearthed from that filthy house OF
detention in Paris over against the Rue de Nesle
into which he had been thrown for debt 10 a
the lawyer who went to find him and announce his
succession causing his threadbare clothes and his
whinyard, which stuck out a foot from beneath its
broken scabbard, to be flung away, as also were
his rusty tie wig. his common cambria rufT1es his
coarse shoes and his battered nat with us oAftJ
white cockade
And now. as became dutiful son, he wore black
satin of the richest his lace Of the most
| costly; diamonds sparked on his white hands his
wigs cost 50 guneas each, his caamanco waistcoats
cost 80 guineas for three his snuTbox of pure
gold sweetIy chased: the hit OF his mourning court
| sword was of ivory. mother of pearl and gold.
yet" said a lady who had seen his lordship
since his return, to Caroline, Countess OF Alder
! bury-a handsome young widow of eight-and- TWEEN
! tv whose elderly husband had fallen at Oudenarde
while boldly cheering on his dragoons-'yet my
| lord is what one might have expected. He
is more grave. more sober, vastly more sedate than
| might be looked for. He drinks not, neither does
! he dice and-weI. woman delghteth him not.
He
rs he as vastly handsome ever?' the young
countess asked beating hand petuIantly against
the chocolate table at her side las handsome.
| debonnair? He was nightly a year ago"
He is, indeed. all that, and more Not hand
| some perhaps some Of our young
II know what his looks are; know too. his
ways and Manners the countess interrupted
| But can he still speak TO a wornah half as her
master half as her loving slave: can he bend the
| most wiIful his will against her own. make
| her do that which he ordains. torture her with
| make her deem herself in Paradise?-with softer
word. a whispered one. murmur that is itself
caress. He could do that; they say ne could. be-
fore he went away. Can he? Can he? You are
| woman, Judith. Doubtless you know"
'P fags." her friNnd answered. laughingy. my
Lord DAvrancourt has never made profession of
love to me, to any OF whom know since he
hath been back He seeks no women. 1 tell you.
of any degree. Instead, he hath taken his seat
in the House of Lords
Bah! bah! No women. perhaps. But woman!
Was he not loved OF gentle Kitty Maitland. she
whom the smallpox ravaged and carried ONT Well.
she at least Is gone of his way-and mine.
the countess added to herself And then there
was my Lady Beaudesert. she went orl-'she who
came out OF France with the Duchess OF Mazarin;
She that scornful FrenchwomaE who told her
young admirers that they little unwhipped
schooboys and her rivals that they only
fitted to win the love OF those unwhipped school
boys Yet II all reports were true. he who was
no schoolboy, but a man. strong. fierce. deter
inmate tanned that tigress. And then-ah! yes,
and her ladyshp's hand went to her heart. as
though spasm had assailed it, there was Lucille
Vanstone old Sir Gregory's daughter. Dcst recall
her? With her hazel eyes. her dark, curled hair
her.
'I saw her but yesterday-in the Mall in her
fathers coach"
well, what OF her? OF her. say? Have they
met? He has been back in London month. A
month"; They must have met. He loved her. yet
because other loved him-ahi yes, they
would have loved him fondly had he but ordained
It so-she would not love him, or at least make
avowaI OF her love. The chit! The cat! No man
for her whose little finger other women might hope
TO touch, whose eyes had ever looked deep into