The Cotton Factory Times. — 1901-10-25 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

CHAPTER XXII.  UNITED YET DIVIDED.  During the drive to Wareham young Lady Redmond sat very still, her attitude one of shrinking, her face closely veilcd. The bridegroom attributed her silence to shyness, and talked to her without demanding answers. He concluded, too, that shit was grieving at the parting with her father, Miss Edgely, and her childhood's home, and be was verb tender and gentle in his manner, frill of unobtrusive devotion that touched her to the inmost heart.  "My darling, my wife," he whispered, "you shall never regret that you have given up everything for me. Henceforward your happiness shall be the supreme object of my life. At any cost to myself, at any sacrifice, I shall spare you every pang, every tear, every sigh." Diana opened her lips as if to utter a wild appeal, her dusk eyes shining through her gray veil with a desperate light, but she thought better of her impulse and remained silent. They arrived at the station jut in time to catch the three o'clock mail-train for London.  The springcart containing the two servants and the luggage had arrived some minutes in advance of them. Sir Hugh's valet had secured a first-claise compartment for his master and mistress, and had placed in it the baud-bag and travelling wraps belonging to them. Sir Hugh assisted his bride into the coach, and followed her. The guard locked the door. The two servants entered the second-class compartment adjoining, and with a small, shrill whistle, the engine started, dragging the train like a great snake —slowly, then faster—out of the station, and on ite course to London.  The young baronet proceeded to make his bride comfortable, and then he sat down beside her and put his arm around her waist. He noticed that she drew away from him. "I haven't seen your face since you came down the staircase at The Yews, Diana," said he, with a tender smile. "You seem strange, darling. Lift your veil and let me see if I am being imposed upon by some changeling in place of my bonnie bride. Let ins look into my wife's sweet eyes."  She made no movement, and with a unite now full of playfulness, he lifted her veil and looked upon her face. Ile started backitt sight of it.  It was white and wan, all drawn with pain, light and happiness stricken out of every feature, the tender lips set in an expression of keen despair, the gray eyes sombre, agonised, with a hopelessnelit . in them that appalled him,  It was the face of Diana, yet how changed. " Diana!" he exclaimed. " What does this mean ?''  riThe white lips quivered in a vain attempt to answer. She cowered before him like a frightened, guilty creature, this girl of splendid courage, of rare spirit, of grandly heroic nature. The story Mr. Paulet had so recently told her still tortured her like burning coals upon quivering flesh. She felt herself an imposter. Sir Hugh Redmond was the representative of a proud and ancient family, and she had entered that family by fraud. She had not known when she married the baronet that she was not in truth the daughter of Mr. Paulet. She had become Sir Hugh's wife—she the daughter of a man who had been hanged for murder. She loathed herself. One thought, with exquisite self-torture, how her young husband would recoil from her if he knew her history—how he would hate her—how he would hate himself for the infatuation that had led him to make her big wife.  "If he only knew! If he only knew l" she kept saying to herself, and the rumbling of the coach wheels seemed to take up the burden and mock at her with the words—" If he only knew!"  Wontinned on pap 7.1  • Miscellaneous. NEW BOOK on Differential Motions, and Jacking Motions, with 23 illuBtrations.-13. 6d. post free from W. BAILKY, 364, Catherine-street, Ashton-anderLyne.  Old ud. Card. and Blowing-Boom Operatives' Association.