The Washington herald., 1909-05-02
CHAPTER II
s.Her Mothers ChiId!p

It is not good FOR man TO take q VIE.
from the daughters OF BeHaI, and Sir
Anthony Chancellor had this scared On
his heart IN letters OF fire before the
angel Of His presence came Up the ave-
nue. one Wild March morning wtth beck
oninE finger which ali must OBEY.
So the old ancestral pile away up
among the brown u1oors Of the LoTthsrs.
where the hills fold themselves n dusky
creases up above the pass Of DaIvse1.
has now passed into the hands Of stran-
gers. and Sir Anthony, IN bis shroud.
les quiet at last beside his wife-this
witch OF Providenee-who, In life, had
wrung his heart with g torture too deep
for words.
Many time he had cursed the day he
had ever looked into the dancing eyes
Of Lucille de Ia ValIiere; thrice bitterly
he cursed the day when. by the waters
OF the Mediterranean. dancing blue IN
the sunlight. she had laid her head OF
shining gold On his arm, and whispered
sweetly. Il love you" TO the immortal
question which burned II his soul
he was young man then, % whom
love was first and last and the sun os
all things, and as he bore this fair daugh-
ghter OF sunny France-his angel BRIDE
home 10 the gaunt. gray house, through
whose muIHooed windows q long line of
Sir Antho1ys had complacently looked
oct ct their miles OF stretching heather
and bogia1d. he thought that her diTins
presence would make new heaven and
& new earth OF the dreary place. And 50
II did-for herself AS for hin, hope tar
RED at the door TN he saw as IN dream
the rosy cheeks fax-white and the liquid.
dancing eyes dUlled forever. His fair
land OF promise had been TO him e very
garden OF bitterness, and the luscious
fruit Of the south. plucked bravely on
his first grand tour. had turned 70 very
apples OF SodOm IN his mouth
For twice five weary years this north
wind had blown upon his garden, but a.
last he forgot the shame endured n the
calm which followed the passing Of fair
Lucille, and hope once more bIossomed
IN his heart But. alasl the cain that
felt so dsliciously sweet after these ten
tossing years was disturbed and broken
by new fear and the hope WIS dashed
with q new terror.
Lucille the younger-Lucy. as she was
called-was a fsir-ha3red. lovely child o.
nine years when her mother ceased from
her troubled Ife o. intrigue, gayety. and
folly. She was an only child. and soon
gave promise OF being not Only es beau
tiful as her mother, but as fun OF the
Wild blood o. the ProvencaI race which
had run not IN the veins OF poor Lucille
&c Ia YallieTe. So she grew Up 70 renew
tsnfOld the griefs her father had suffered
as a husband. There was little OF the
Chancellor solidity in al her nature ID
act as e check 20 the mad passionateness
OF her maternal legacy.
Srr Anthony tried every expedtent
which an anxious fathers heart could
devise. He sent her 70 boarding school
OF the strictest sort, but fl a few weeks.
laughing merrily. she dashed into her
fathers arms. apparently wholly uncon-
scious OF the disgrace OF expulsion Ha
tried the rigor OF convent lie. but with
the same result After perhaps three
months absence, during which the meek
white-faced nuns were thrown into a
very turmoil Of excitement. she returned.
gay. smiling, as free as the wind in It's
Banderings across the purple moor. as
Irresponsible as the snipe that CURED
n the evening sky. As a girl. she was
uutamable. yet adorable. and Sir An
thong dreaded the hour when the years
would awaken passions, now slumbering
Ike Gagged Hons.
And with the years the dread became 4
ghostly reality. every day knocking more
insistently at his heart. untH he felt that
he could bear It 10 longer And 50. when
the summons came, as for himself, he
felt almost glad TO lay his burden down
She was only seventeen, azd It IS 10 be
feared she felt her fathers death very
little. True, she shed copiols tears from
her dazzling eyes. and vowed she would
be miserable for al her life long. But
she felt far more the grief al having 10
Iea-e the beautiful home % make room
i for the usurper. Lionel Chancellor, her
fathers nephew.
Lucy. however, quickly dried her bright
eyes when she remembered that her
dear. doting father had left her, not
withsta1ding the loss OF her ancestral
home, with sufficient OF this worlds
goods and gear TO dIspel all thoughts OF
economy. and II Dalveen House was not
so commodfOus as ths castle, Il was. al
least, far more coy and comfortable.
Being her mothers daughter she loved
everything TO be bright and pretty. ana
the gaunt. wainsootsd rooms Of Wan
! lock Castle had always inspired IN her
heart fear and dread as If death lurzed
behind every carved panel. OF peered IN
at every high, muIlionsd window.
CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAYl