Produced by Sandra Laythorpe  HTML version by Al HainesLADY HESTERORURSULAS NARRATIVEbyCHARLOTTE M YONGECONTENTSCHAPTER I     SAULT ST PIERRECHAPTER II    TREVORSHAMCHAPTER III   THE PEERAGE CASECHAPTER IV    SKIMPINGS FARMCHAPTER V     SPINNEY LAWNCHAPTER VI    THE WHITE DOES WARNINGCHAPTER VII   HUNTINGCHAPTER VIII  DUCK SHOOTINGCHAPTER IX    TREVORS LEGACYCHAPTER ISAULT ST PIERREI write this by desire of my brothers and sisters that if any reportsof our strange family history should come down to after generations thething may be properly understoodThe old times at Trevorsham seem to me so remote that I can hardlybelieve that we are the same who were so happy then  Nay Jaquettalaughs and declares that it is not possible to be happier than we havebeen since and Fulk would have me remember that all was not alwayssmooth even in those daysPerhaps notfor him at least dear fellow in those latter times butwhen I think of the old home the worst troubles that rise before meare those of the backboard and the stocks French in the schoolroomand Miss Simmonds Lady Ursula think of your positionAnd as to Jaquetta she was born under a more benignant star  Nobodycould have put a backboard on her any more than on a kittenOur mother had died oh how happily for herself when Jaquetta was ababy and Miss Simmonds most carefully ruled not only over us but overAdela Brainerd my fathers ward who was brought up with us becauseshe had no other relation in the worldBesides my father wished her to marry one of my brothers  It wouldhave done very well for either Torwood or Bertram but unluckily as itseemed neither of them could take to the notion  She was a dearlittle thing to be sure and we were all very fond of her but asBertram said it would have been like marrying Jaquetta and Torwoodhad other views to which my father would not then listenThen Bertrams regiment was ordered to Canada and that was the realcause of it all though we did not know it till long afterBertram was starting out on a sporting expedition with a Canadiangentleman when about ten miles from Montreal they halted at a farmwith a good wellbuilt house named Sault St Pierre all lookingprosperous and comfortable and a young farmer American in hiswaysfreespoken familiar and bluntbut very kindly and friendlywas at work there with some FrenchCanadian labourersBertrams friend knew him and often halted there on huntingexpeditions so they went into the housevery nicely furnished apretty parlour with muslin curtains a piano and everything pleasantand Joel Lea called his wife a handsome fair young woman Bertramsays from the first she put him in mind of some one and he was tryingto make out who it could be  Then came the wifes mother a neatlittle delicate bent woman with dark eyes that looked Bertram saidas if they had had some great fright and never recovered it  Theycalled her Mrs DaymanShe was silent at first and only helped her daughter and the maid toget the dinner and an excellent dinner it was but she kept on lookingat Bertram and she quite started when she heard him called Mr TrevorWhen they were just rising up and going to take leave she came up tohim in a frightened agitated manner as if she could not help it andsaidSir you are so like a gentleman I once knew  Was any relation ofyours ever in CanadaMy father was in Canada answered BertramOh no she said then very much affected the Captain Trevor I knewwas killed in the Lake Campaign in 1814  It must be a mistake yet youput me in mind of him so strangelyThen Bertram protested that she must mean my father for that he hadbeen a captain in the th and had been stationed at York as Torontowas then called but was badly wounded in repulsing the Americanattack on the Lakes in 1814Not dead she asked with her cheeks getting pale and a sort ofexcitement about her that made Bertram wonder at the moment if therecould have been any old attachment between them and he explained howmy father was shipped off from England between life and death and howwhen he recovered he found his uncle dying and the title and propertycoming to himAnd he married she said with a bewildered look and Bertram toldher that he had married Lady Mary Luptonas his uncle and father hadwishedand how we four were their children  I can fancy how kindlyand tenderly Bertram would speak when he saw that she was anxious andpained and she took hold of his hand and held him and when he saidsomething of mentioning that he had seen her she cried out with a sortof terror Oh no no Mr Trevor I beg you will not  Let him thinkme dead as I thought him  And then she drew down Bertrams tall headto her and fairly kissed his forehead adding I could not help itsir an old womans kiss will do you no harmThen he went away  He never did tell us of the meeting till longafter  He was not a great letter writer and besides he thought myfather might not wish to have the flirtations of his youth brought upagainst him  So we little knewBut it seems that the daughter and soninlaw were just as much amazedas Bertram and when he was gone and the poor old lady sank into herchair and burst out crying and as they came and asked who or what thiswas she sobbed out Your brother Hester  Oh so like himmyhusband or something to that effect as unawares  She wanted to takeit back again but of course Hester would not let her and made hertell the wholeIt seems that her name was Faith Le Blanc she was half English halfFrenchCanadian and lived in a village in a very unsettled part whereCaptain Trevor