Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1914-08-07

give her." began Hetty, throwing out
her hands to the Wrandalls, only to be-
met by gesture OF repugnance from
the grim old man.
Your story, Miss Castleton," he
said hoarsely.
From the beginning, If you please
added the lawyer quietly. Leave out
nothing"
Clearly, steadily and with the ut
most sincerity in her voice and man.
ner, the girl began the story of her
life. She passed hastily over the ear
lier periods, frankly exposing the un-
happy conditions attending her home
life, her subsequent activities as q
performer on the London stage after
Colonel Castleton's detection; the few.
months devoted to posing for Hawk
right. the painter, and later on her
engagement as governess in the
wealthy Budlong family, She devoted
some time and definiteness to her first
encounter with Challis Wrandall on
board the west-bound steamer, an in
cident that came to pass In a perfectly
natural way. Her deck chair stood
next to his, and he was not slow in.
making himself agreeable. It did NOT
occur to her till long afterwards that\
he deliberately had traded positions
with an elderly gentleman who occu-
pied the chair on the first day out.
Before the end of the voyage they
were very good friends.
When we landed in New York, he
assisted me in many ways. After
wards, on learning that was not to-
go to California, l called him up on
the telephone to explain my predica~
ment. He urged me to stay in New
York; he guaranteed that there would
be no difficulty in securing splendid
position in the east. l had no means
of knowing that he was married.
accepted him for what l thought him
to be: genuine American gentleman.
They are supposed to be particularly
considerate with women. His conduct
toward me was beyond reproach. I
nave never known man who was so
courteous, so gentle. To me, he was
the most fascinating man in the world.
No woman could have resisted him,
am sure of that"
She shot quick, appealing glance,
at Booths hard-set face. Her lip
trembled for a second
Il fell madly in love with him." she,
went on resolutely. Il dreamed of
him, l could hardly wait for the time
to come when l was to see him. He,
never came to the wretched little lodg-
ing house l have told you about. II
met him outside. One night he told
me that he loved me, loved me pas
sionately. II said that l would be,
his wife. Somehow it seemed to me-
that he regarded me very curiously
for moment or two. He seemed to,
be surprised, uncertain. | remember
that he laughed rather queerly. It
did not occur to me to doubt him. One,
day he came for me, saying that he,
wanted me to see the little apartment
he had taken, where we were to live
after we were married. l went with,
him. He said that If liked it, could
move in at once, but would not cor
sent to such an arrangement. For the
first time | began to feel that every
thing was not as it should be. II
remained in the apartment but few
minutes. The next day he came to-
me, greatly excited and more demon
strative than ever before, to say that
he had arranged for a quiet, jolly
little wedding up in the country.
Strangely enough, l experienced o.
queer feeling that all was not as 1t
should be, but his eagerness, his per-
sistence dispelled the small doubt
that had begun even then to shape
itself l consented to go with him on
the next night to an inn out in the
country, where a college friend who
was a minister Of the gospel would
meet US, driving over from his parish
few miles away. l said that l pre-
ferred to be married in church. He
laughed and said it could be arranged
when we got to the inn and had talked
1t over with the minister. Still un.
easy, l asked why it was necessary
to employ secrecy. He told me that
his family were in Europe and that he
wanted to surprise them by giving
them a daughter who was actually re-
lated to an English nobleman. The
family had been urging him to marry
stupid but rich New York girl and
he-oh, we'll he uttered a great deal
Of nonsense about my beauty, my
charm, and all that sort of thing"
She paused for moment. No one
spoke. Her audience of judges, with
the exception Of the elder Mrs. Wran-
dali, watched her as If fascinated.
Their faces were almost expression
less. With a perceptible effort, she
resumed her story, narrating events
that carried it up to the hour when
she walked into the little upstairs
room at Buttons inn with the man
who was to be her husband.
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