The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-07-06
,<N M TREND have represented
lV youI case IN the quarter you

brow Of painted your passion
--youI Sespair-in the most vivid OF col.
OFFS. Enough You are assured OF a re-
cspucn. TIE goal OF your sad desires
" open to you. Come then quickly. tits
pe,t. DIS you say. that your wife should
,cr,aia IL ignorance OF the whole affair.
'r.te more sympathy than can express.
VICTOR JOUFFROY."
tnio such English sentences as these the
original French OF the document might be
translated Margaret Lady Lyndon stood
% Ter husbands private den. holding the
thn sheet OF foreign note paper in her
l..a. She was not looking at 1t, and yet
eysy word appeared legibly written before
H.y eyes on the surface Of the wall at
which she stared vacantly She and Lyn.
GoQ lad married for love, barely a year
$50, and the most perfect confidence had,
'-.tl the last month or so. existed between
mem But OF late Lyndon had grown
moody and distralt, and her heart had
thrilled at times with horrible dread
lcet he should be getting tired OF her. Only
nst night AT dinner, and in the presence
&. other PERSONS had he selected that
moment the most propitious? )-he had
announced 10 her his intention OF crossing
the Channel next day. Lord Lyndon had
been, in his more callow days. an attache
OF the British Legation in Paris, and freely
~
OF I.utetian society. All the world knew
While 70 be known by-that Lord Lyndon's
had been rather a rapid career; indeed,
he had conhded as much TO his adorine
Wife with the saving clause that he had
become very good indeed since he had
come within the magic circle of her in
t1uence. Lady Lyndon was not a young
woman naturally given to the nursing Of
small grievances and incipient iealousies
She had borne the news of his departure
very we'll on the whole, and had heroically
retrained from asking for the explanation
that be did not offer to give her.
She had cried little in the privacy of
her Own room after he had driven away
IL the doscart. and the quiet country
house seemed more quiet in contrast with
the hustle that had prevailed few mo.
ments ago. And then she had made I'D
her mind 70 be very good and not fret,
and had looked about her for some suit.
able household occupation beitting the
role OF a submissive wife And the idea
had occurred TO her that her husbands
private den wanted dusting-his papers
and books were in sad confusion, mingled
With litter OF sticks and whips and fish
ing-tackle. pipes and driving gloves. She
had found the crumpled letter In a maio-
lica tobacco jar, and had glanced at 1t
d"Sp!uttAE oCNdUSe IL seemed 10 De OF nc
Importance
With the name OF NJ. Jouffroy, Lady Lyn-
don was not unacQuainIanted. She knew
that airy Partisan 70 be the last friend,
the tidus Achates. OF her husbands bach
eor days What was the case In which
he had acted the part Of mediator?
Her brother Barry dropped in at this
juncture. The sound OF his manly steps
In the hall. the ringing tones in which
he asked the butler for his mistress.
brought hope and comfort to his sisters
heart. She Went out into the hall
Why, you've been crying. Maggie" her
brother said, as he kissed her She an.
swered, almost naturally. Il was a little
upset al Lyndon's going. 1t is the first
TINE We have been separated since our
"Of course he's gone to Paris" Barry
said What on earth takes him there in
Augus,?"
Business, he told me-" Lady Lyndon
explained Those te, natural sentences
had eascd her heart in speaking them
Oh we'll, Il It's busienss," Barry said.
He looked at her kindly. he put his rough,
tweed-covered arm about her waist. Cheer
up little woman; he'll be back in day
or Two. Did he say where he meant