Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-12-31
CHAPTER XIII.
Born to good, to Ill,
And to an immortal crown"

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per You expose your husband as well
as yourself to ridicule."
What is III" asked Vivian, who had
Joined them, unseen, and was looking
in amazement from one to the other.
Il was giving Lady Violante a little
caution" said Miss Leigh. There Is
nothing SO decidedly ill-bred as emo.
ton or temper. am advising her to
keep both better under control.
Up rose Violante and told her story.
Lord Balecarres was always either
talking nonsense or writing 1t, and she
was tired of It, Although Vivian sym
e. pathized with his wife, he was rather
scandalized at the outbreak, as Beat
rice described It,
With look that ranked In his
mind, one OF deep pity for him. Miss
Leigh went away leaving them to-
gether.
my dearest violante" he said, III
you would but try little more--if you
would but abandon some Of your old.
fashioned oldworld notlons--and do
as others do, you would make me
happy"
II shall never allow any man to Tor
get that ] am a married lady, or to
make love TO me-" she cried.
His face grew dark.
How can you mistake me so, VIC
lante?" he said, angrily. III any man
dared to do as you say, would thrash
him Nike dashed hound. You mistake,
Lord Balecarres Is, In plain English, a
fool Pray pardon the word Women
OF the world know how to keep such
men In their place without such an
exhibition as this
He was vexed with her that she did
not understand the difference between
this merely fashionable, nonsensical
trifiing and reality.
see how unploasantly you place
me-" he said, with this awkwardness
OF yours. You persist in treating non
sense, that no sensible woman would
over notice, as q serious matter, you
compel me to take serious notice of It,
whereas II Is utterly contemplate.
shall have to say something sharp and
decided to Lord Balecarros, and then
the world will think II has cause to
talk. Oh Volantel you would be
almost perfect II you had but little
more tact"
She was angry with him, thinking
that he was Indifferent on a subject
on which she felt strongly, She turn
ed away, tho dark, tender eyes full of
tears, and so the first cloud fell be-
tween thom
How many bitter thoughts came to,
the poor child that night. She lay
awake, listening to the wailng of the
winters wind, heart-sore and grieved.
II am out Of my place." she said tot
herself 81 shall never understand,
and he will grow tired of me, | can
see IT, | was right. had better have
died the day stood under the laburn.
um tree than have come here to lie
him weary Of me,
Che wept bitter tears--tears that
left sad traces and stains ON the fair
young face. When morning came,
and she should have taken her place at
the breakfast table, the lovely young
Lady Selwyn did not even dare toI
descend
Miss Leigh and Mrs. Selwyn would
both see that | had cried all night,
she said, and then | should have
somo lectures"
Which remark, whispered only to
herself, showed that Violante, Lady
Selwyn, was not SO happy as she
should have been.
The bells of Thornleigh Church peal.
ed out morrily--thelr sweet chime
seemed to cheer and gladden. the air;
they rang out quaint old melodies,
they clashod as though In triumph,
they made merry, they dropped down
over again the self-samo glorious har.
mony, and all because the heir of Sci,
wyn was born,
Flags and banners floated from the
trees, bands of music went to and fro,
fairfaced girls and stawart youths
made merry--there was mirth and
jubilee yerywhere--becaus the heir
OF Selwyn was born,
Beatrice Leigh sat alone in her room,
her proud face darkened, her dark
eyes full Of evil fire, her heart hot
with rage and anger; every evil i'm
pulse, every Jealous instinct alive
within her; dislike. envy and hatred
marring her beauty and staining her
soul--because the heir Of Selwyn was
born.
II was n bright May morning, the
sun shining on land and sea the birds
all singing Of their love for each other,
the flowers all blooming, the chest.
nuts budding the hawthorn In fun per.
fume; all nature smiling and bright;
and to Lady Violante, holding her
little son in her arms, Il seemed as
though the world had never been so
bright before.
That wonderful little child whose
eyes positively opened, whose tiny lips
parted. whose white. waNen hands
moved pcrpetually, Lady Niolante