Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-01-03 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

JANUARY 3, 193.  ▪ • • • •‘ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • I °X. .> (2 • .X 8 • : .> (: • °X. °X: • 41. 4‹. °XS • 4X: • • •X .X 8 • i I*. •X• •X••X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-Y-X-X-X-X-X. • • . • • • • • • • • . • • • • • • • • • .s., • • • , 6 •  By THE BARONESS ORCZY,  Author of "The Emperor's Candlesticks," etc., etc.  self—whilst the latter was but a thought of keeping away from the eyes of a democratic world the ugly stain which would cling to the name which he had borne with so much pride: filial duty to the entire race, and to the father who, after all, had sinned for his sake. She understood the virtue, and she respected the failing; but, above all, she loved the man who embodied both. She appreciated the self-sacrifioe, sublime in its very contradictions—all the mare great as it entailed the scandal, the open disgrace which was most. repelle.nt to this proud and sensitive man. "Hugh," she said at last, "I think that perhaps it is a little difficult for me to argue with you. I am afraid I should look at it all from a selfish , point of view. What touches you is pain to me, and I deem one suffering which you bear of far more consequence than all the honours which this world can confer. We women, lam afraid, are made like that. We dream our dreams, and care only for what touches our love. But there is one fact which I think you have forgotten. You are unclic the impression—rightly or wrongly—that you cannot effectually defend yourself from the preposterous suspicion without 4.lragging your father's secret into the light of day. This you do not wish to do. I appreciate your motive, better, perhapc, than I understand it. But there is a. very simple way of placing yourself absolutely above the faintest taint of suspicion of that hideous murder. It can entail no legal arguments, and the niagistrate himself would put a stop to any attempt to drag what would become irrelevant matter into the case."  "I don't quite understand, my darling." 'rho night of the murder was last Friday week, was it not ?" yes.ll  "That night," she said, while a look of infinite love brought a wealth of tears to her eyes, "that night you spent with me."  "That night," he roplied earnestly, "I spent in heaven. Is it likely that I would allow the outside world to catch a glimpse of my paradise?" "It is your duty, Hugh." "My duty," he said calmly, "isi to protect your honour, my darling, as I would my own."  " Hugh PI "Hush, dear! I know you are an angel, and would with to save inc pain at the expense of your fair fame. Believe me," he added, trying, for the first time in his life, his hand at a delicate lie, "that there will be no occasion, even if I would, to desecrate that night, nor to do so base a thing as to attempt to save my reputation at the expense of your own." You are trying to deceive me, Hugh." _ . .  "Heaven forbid! I am trying to allay your own fm—.to turn your , mind away from thoughts of me. There was so much I wished to say to you. All day I have looked forward to the moment when I could have you close to me, hold you in my anus, and feel your sweet breath against my cheek. I have longed all day to havo you to myself in a quiet corner, somewhere where no one could see. and whore I could tell you that I worshipped you. " She allowed him to lead her away in the dark shadows formed by the trees. They felt neither cold nor damp; they