Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-09-08
CHAPTER XXI.

EeLuIllGI W lOWu Will
III the confession of Mrs. Jersey
2 in his pocket. On arriving at
the Liverpool street station he
wrote a note to Kowlaski telling him
of Lola's plight and advising him to
engage counsel for her defense. In an
other half hour he was in his own
rooms.
After making good meal, for he felt
the need Of food to sustain him, he sat
down to read the manuscript Of Mrs.
Jersey.
The confession of the wretched wo-
man who had come to so tragic an end
was written on several sheets of FOOLS
cap loosely pinned together. She wrote
In most cold blooded way and SEEM
ingly exuting in her wickedness. All
through her confession ran ven
omous strain Of deadly hatred toward
Georges mother, and indeed against
any woman who paid attention to
yane. Jenny Howard was not spared,
and the woman Velez, who kept an
oil shop" was mentioned.
''AIy parents Were of humble station"
began Mrs. Jersey abruptly. Il believe
my mother was lady's maid. She
married my supposed father. who was
a butler. say my supposed father as
I have reason to believe that was the
daughter of certain italian count who
had loved and betrayed my mother. In
her moments of rage my mother would
taunt my supposed father with this.
but when calm she always denied that
there was any truth. When l grew
old enough to understand she rebuked
me for asking about the matter. You
are my daughter she said abruptly.
and the daughter of Samuel Stokes.
who is the biggest fool and the great
est craven know
''It will be seen that there was no
love lost between my parents. My ia
ther, Stokes-as may call him,
though l believe the count was my
real sire-was always very kind to me
and shielded me from my mothers
rage. She treated me very cruelty,
and when fifteen I was glad to 60 out
as a scullery maid SO as to escape her
persecution. Shortly after took up
life ON my own account she died in q
At of violent rage, during which she
broke blood -'essel
ut is needless to give my early life
in detail. rose from scullery maid
to housemaid. Then l became parlor
maid in suburban villa, where the
wages were poor and the food w~a
bad. I took charge Of children when
not doing homework and managed to
get on. But l was ambitious. wish.
ed to get among the servants of the
aristocracy. A friend of mine wlo
was maid to the Duchess Of - taught
me her duties, and procured situa
ton. pleased my Mistress, and abe
promised 20 10 much for me. How
ever, she died, and l was thrown o.,
the world. l saw an advertisement
for a lady's laaid and got the situl-
ton. 1t was in this way that be.
came the servant of that woman whom
hated SO deeply.
'She was called Rosina Lockwood
and was no better born than myself.
Her father was a low man who taught
singing, and she appeared herself OH
the stage. never thought she was
beautiful myself
"At tirst rather liked Miss Lock
wood She was kind to me in her
silly way, ard the gentlemen who
were in love with her gave me ples.ty
of money to deliver notes and Other
things. There was one gentleman.
who was the best Of them all-and the
biggest fool over her blue eyes anu
fair hair. His name was Ireland, and
he had plenty Of money. He came t,
learn singing from old Lockwood sim
ply to be near her. and proposed three
times to my knowledge. But she
would have nothing to do with him,
which was foolish. as he had money.
and she could have twisted him round
her finger.
II was handsome girl In those
days, though l say it myself. But il a
woman is good looking why shouldn't
she say SO? l had a perfect figure
and a complexion like cream and roses.
My hair was as black as night, and
my eyes were sparkling and large. I
taught myself to read and write, and
l learned French. Also l learned to
play the piano and to conduct myself
like a lady, as always was.
II knew my own value and looked
about for the gentleman who would
give me my rightful position as u
lady. From my Italian father l In
herited aristocratic tastes, and was
not going to remain low, vulgar
common servant all my life, not me.
Then he came to the house. Percy
was his dear name, and his blood was
very blue. Lord Darlington was his
father, most aristocratic nobleman,
who was an old brute from my expe-
rience of him. But he was Of high
ram. / don't deny, and Percy had the
oiood of heroes in his veins. He came
to take lessons In singing. But after
4 time saw that he was in love with
my mistress. 1t was her arts that
captured him. else be would have
tu-ned from her to me- But he never
lid.
low handsome and fascinating
was my hero Percy Vane! Fair hair
md blue eyes and the figure Of life
suardsman-just the kind Of man
liked He WAS kind to me-for her