The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-02-20
CHAPTER y

mad. and that the sudden hatred which
flooded his whole soul, and Kissed like a
serpent in his blood, was an evil and a
deadly thing to be struggled with and
conquered by the might and main of an
honest mans will.
Ella Wycherly! What was she to him?
Beautiful as an houri, fascinating as q
siren, proud at heart-as were all that
old stock of noblesse. the Norman aristoc-
racy, TO which she belonged. Ella Wych-
erly? Well, he had dreamed a day dream
half an hour since, Inc now it was dis
PEELED he had built a splendid castle, and
behold ii has tumbled into ruin, chaos,
and confusion, broken pillars. crumbled
terraces, split wine. crushed flowers.
He laughs bitterly as he owns to him
self that his castle was built Of paper
that the gold was yellow paint. the
statues, the pictures and the splendor a
mere blaze Of cheap inery, such as any
carriers lad may see for a penny at a
show in a country fair.
Half an hour before he nae sat in the
pretty summer house with the en-
chantress, and it had seemed to him that
this homely earth was carpeted from
pole to pole with roses. Now what a
dreary, cold, bleak world it wasI-unut-
terably gray, and grim, and grimy.
The young gentleman whom he had
met discoursing so gaily and pleasantly
with Ella was an earl's heir-a petted.
spoiled worlds darling-with money, and
horses, and servants at his command, and
position and rank in his possession, which
Lionel could never attain to, though he
toiled for fame and gathered knowledge
until he came to the time OF boar hair
and dimmed eyes,
He had left Wycherly Park, and had
struck across n wide moor. Here and
there were belts of trees, left from the
ancient fol1sts WHICH had mostly been
cleared some hundred years before. The
wind was now more boisterous, more play
full. 1t was not cold, but it whistled
over the moor.
Lionel presented himself at the door of
St. Martha's College, gioved. brushed,
srotIess, faultless in manner, neat in
dress. with an easy smile on his hand
some lip, and a subdued light IN his eyes.
ST. Martha's is an imposing structure
large house, built something after the
fashion Of a French chateau, with towers
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of sullen ASPECT, surrounded with a plan
tation Of gloo.ny frs. and possessing in
the rear large, stifiy laid-out gardens,
and a gymnasium where the young ladies
repair for healthful exercise.
1t was two o'clock. A tall, pale young
housemaid. in a white cap and apron,
ushered Lionel upstairs and into a small
~anteroom, freless and nearly bare of fur
niture. Here be waited a minute, and
then the door burst open, and a young
girl rushed in, calling out, "Lionel, darl-
ing" End she few to his arms, and was
folded In them tenderly.
She was a beautiful girl, with an Ital-
Ian cast of head, languid dark eyes, gold
en- hair, rich, and long, and wavy a 1.-THE,
willowy form. graceful as a lily bending
In the breeze Of June; warm, ripe lips
and cheeks where the color mantled with
every passing emotion. She wore a dark
gray dress of warm material, a plain
white collar. and no ornament whatever.
Leila, my child, should you are il /
went awayi-to Australia, for ~instance?"
81 should die" she answered II have
but you in the world. There is q person
who
WnOEm DO you speak org
"Hush! Mr.. Arthur Calthorpe, of Cal.
thorpe, heir to the Earl Of Beryl. He
has written me a letter"
The door opened. A stout, imposing
lady in purple silk appeared. So the
brother and sister passed into the class
room: and there, for four hours. Lionel
dictated French classics to fifty young
ladies, under the supervision of seven ell
derby ones. Afterward he took his leave,
but first obtained permission for Leila to
spend the next afternoon with him..
The clock struck six just as he found
himself il the narrow lane, bounded on
one side by O little low hedge and on the
other by the high wall of st. Martha's
College for Ladies. moth instant, a
female form had precipitated itself from
the wall. and landed heavily upon his
breast. Two arms were clasped tightly
round his neck, and he staggered bus he
was strong and did not fall.
There is some mistake" said Lionel.
The young lady unwound her arms and
uttered a scream
Thereupon there came to the rescue two
gentlemen, who sprang out Of a carriage
which drew up at the side of the road
TIL carriage lamps flashed upon their
faces, and Lionel was recognized.
The gentlemen were the Rev. Seymour
Cummington and Mr.. Jabez Howler, the
actual proprietors of st. Martha's- Eacl
gentleman had daughters at the college
each gentleman scowled at Lionel. as II
he had been discovered in an act of burg
larry.
Mr.. Jabez Howler was a rich manu-
fecturer in a large, smoky. noisy town
eboui twenty miles north of picturesque
Abbotshsld. The Rev. Seymour Cum
mirstes gas the wealthy rector of Sc