The Pontypridd District Herald and Rhondda Valley, Llantrisant, Caerphilly, and Mountain Ash News. — 1893-12-23 (Pontypridd, Mid Glamorgan, Wales)

DANZ." That was all. No word of love or sympathy for the young wife; no thought in this supreme hour save of self. Beryl examined her desk. All the letters Conyers hal written to her throughout the summer were gone, and a pile of grey ashes on the hearth, with scraps of burnt and shrivelled paper upon it, testified that he had destroyed them in his rage. She remained in her own room during the evening. The housekeeper came up to announce dinner, and the young mistress informed her that Mr. Conyers was gone away for a day or two. The "day or two" which Dane Conyers had fixed as the limit of his absence passed slowly, and then, instead of his return, came a letter from him dated at Geneva, stating that he could not prevail upon himself to return to the Villa Belvoir immediately, and was about to undertake an excursion, attended by Huplick, to the Matter. horn. He would be gone, he thought probable, a week or ten days. From that moment the wronged wife ceased utterly to expect her husband's return. Meanwhile, Conyers had spent a day In Geneva in battling with his pride, which nothing could conquer. He was anger..d against his wife. At times he suspected her of having known her history from the first, and deliberately made him her dupe and victim. He thought of her wondrous beauty with abhorrence, as the snare that had enmeshed him. He hated her at times with a bitterness that had in it something murderous. He had deceived himself in thinking her her uncle's heiress, but he laid the blame of the deception upon her. He had hurried away from the Villa Belvoir mad with passion, vaguely intending to return a little later. But when he wrote the letter dated at Geneva, an event had tytcurred which caused him to resolve upon the deliberate abandonment of his wife, whose only fault was that she had loved him too well. His promise to return, in the later letter, was intended but to keep her quiet until he should rid himself of her altogether. The event was the reception of a letter of the most startling moment. Upon arriving at Geneva by rail, Conyers had proceeded to the Hotel de Russie. At nightfall he was in his private parlour, which commanded a view of Mont Blanc. His table was laid for dinner, and Huplick was moving about the apartment with his usual cat-like step. The valet, knowing nothing of the contents of Mr. Star's letter, supposed that his master and mistress had quarrelled, in which case his sympathies were decidedly with the former.  Huplick presented a letter. "If your please, sir," he said, "I went to the post office this morning, and inquired for any letters for you. You will remember, sir, that you ordered your bankers to send on any letters that might come for you to Geneva, poet reetante. This letter is forwarded from England, sir." "From England? I owe no one in England. It can't be a dun. Let me see it." .  ... Haplick presented the letter, It was enclosed in a large square white envelope, heavily bordered with black. It was sealed with black wax and stamped with a crest. "The Hawkhurst crest I" muttered Conyers, in amazement. "Why should any of the Hawkhurst family write to me? It may be from the earl himself. If so, it is singular that he should deign to recognise my existence. All my life my noble connections have never noticed me, and new for the first time I receive their recognition." His lips curled sneeringly, and he proceeded deliberately to cut open the letter at the end, in a manner to preserve both address and crest. A sheet of letter-paper, bordered with black and folded but once, was withdrawn, and he read its contents as follows "Hawks' Cliff, Cornwall, England, " September 9th, 1880. "