Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 2, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 July 1881 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

MY MARRIAGE.

BY THE AUTHOR

"PBKISLOPK," BTC.

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CHAPTER XXXVI.

Sir Jasper and Lady Vane are coming home and at the Abbey there are great preparation!* and mach bustle. A merry home-coming and a warm welcome may be expected for Sir Jasper is a favorite with his tenantry, and they contemplate bonfire* and triumphal arches te welcome him and hi* bride home.

Chris Delacourt comes over to tell us the news. Poor fellow, he turns scarlet when he hcjbs

Chris does not stay long. I think the proseneo of the woman he loves, though hopelessly, makes Chris not quite himuolf to-day. "You will come again?" I say, as he atandH, tall and straight, before me with a pained look on his face, his mouth now grave, now smiling, beneath his blonde moustarhe.

I do not admire fair men but there is something very attractive in this Saxon beauty otTiis the sunburnt, manly face, with tlio violet eyes and fleecy yellow locks and 1 feel wondrous sorry to see his handsome features clouded and unhappy. 80, as he wri"?**

,ny

hand, I say, 1 ou

will come again?" "Yes," he answers gravely, "I will conic again?" "Not once lin* ho mentioned his brother's name. I think I10 guesses partly why Bee could not care for hiui. But Bee is only a child, and first love is not always the real love after all. So I tell Chris to come and in my heart I hope he will not orue in vain.

Felicia (Jrant has gone she left a week ago and Humphrey has not mentioned her namo since. She has written onco to mo and three times to hor guardian. I make no comment but one morning, wliou. rny hunbaud passes me ono of the closely written sheets to read, I say— "1 lo not care to «eo it," and he never offer* mo one of i^oliciu (Jrant's letters again.

The, mystery about Mr. Carriflgtonhas novcr lston cleared up if Humphrey known thoswret, he doos not throw any light on tho subject so far as I am concerned, and I do not ask him anything about it.

The morning Felicia was going Bho came to mo with hor face unnaturally pale ami ho^ eyes wot and to#.rf(il. It was to make mo promiso never to montlon hor name to Mark ('arrington If wo should ever moot him again. So I ptooiisotl, and sho thanked me with tho team running down hor face. Felicia is to spend all of hor holidays with us and 'he invitation is mine, not |Iunl|)hify's. "1 was going to suggest tt to *011, nut am glad it carno ™HU^. ho said.

My answer wronged him and wrongod invs^lf— "l but made a virtue of necessity.

There is but ono easel in tho palntlfig moiu now, whero Hunlphrey spends so manv hours of the day. I never go there cxcept whan he lias done Ills work for the day, and has gone out by himself then 1 Hit in through tho doOrway and stand Iwforo his picture, watching ing it grow (lay by day till I got to love it with a grout toudemesR for is it not his work? IMd not his brain conceive it., and his hand carry out tho plan? The subject of thc plcturo suits rnj thought*

Wf,ll

„"Stortn-T)rlven." I see before me a wide sou, with the wind tearing tho top** from the waves, and sending the foam against a great leaden ttkV a mountain. with masses of vapor rolling down its sides, aad through the mist, out 011 tho awful set, Just soon in a lmr of light when* tho wind haa rent tho clouds, a yacht, with wU te sails all tattered and torn, bent and striokeo. the sport of the tompost, flying l«foro the wind, and being carried on toward the jagged rocks that seem to await their prey. It is a atrange pictuio, all lights, and deep and wioni shadows, with a terrlfvlng sense of doom, tbo end that is coming to tho Unv craft, with her white wings rent antHorn. 1 watch this picture growing day by day and Humphrey never knows how his wife sits and areauia many along hour away, storm-tossed and miserable hen»elf, moro uuhappv now than in the days when ahe awoke to And her :Marriage was a mlStako. Ah, me, many a limn it seems that the mist fro motile mountain in Humphrey's pictfereisuk-

deed rolling across lite MMmid WottuLt out the frail yacht* It t» only »e blinding team that till mr eye*, storm-driven with shipwrecked napplnes* and saddened heart. Humphrey never knows that I come ke« every afternoon, nor what a strange feectaatlon his work has for ITW, until *m day I *M»« *0 find the easel empty and tb* picture (tone and 1 if had loni a friend's face from feel as tttra wsa an accustomed spot. Tb# Jpict'— here last night in ita «id puce on the easel, the last touches had been put, and the picture finished—and tonfiiy, it la gone.

I sit down and cry bitterly—«*y as

had lost a friend. "Madgie, why Is this?'* I hear my husband's voice say and I answer, sobbing— '•The picture—what have you done with it? "What picture? in a sttghUy *ui\ prised tone and then suddenly, as II fight had dawned ui*»n him--••Was it my picture, 34adgie?^^he ask* in a luW* aoh voice of almost pleased surprise: and I f«»l his fingers lightly touch my hair.

Ye*." I answer:^4! J^vM ii s% and, it a in my ev«s to a strange, wondrous hi in his. •And why did you lovetbe picture, child?" voo patotwd tt,** wos .1 lav® been the true an*wox, attiwlgM fivta the hmrt: h\H jiaio. doubt. andmysterrfill«d mv mind, and td u.'nnw-i^ fB svmpathy surging bittei Lameat, and I em*!* the qO«*tUm, aak anollMr.

"St

There is it, Humphrey?"' ila way to LmmIoo.

1 wish I had

known you cared about it. I would have given you the picture, Madgie, with pleasure."

There is a diffidence in his manner which does not escape me. "Why did you send it to London, Humphrey?" "To be sold. Iam painting now for an object, Madgie."

I jump to a conclusion immediately, "Are we living beyond our means?" I say quickly, turning scarlet while speak. "Humphrey, have I been ex travagant?"

Something of his old smile, half-lov ing, half-quizzical, lights up his face.

Bee and she grows white

as their hands meet. Chris, trying to be at his ease, talks fest and furiously of all the doings at the Abbey, and of the gay times that may be expected when (ieorgie is home and he laughs often. But his merriment is not natural to-day, and his blue eyes have a troubled look in them. Bee, woman-like, recovers her self-possession tirst and to this man who loves and worships her she speaks with a sort of wistfnlf.ess, as though she had done him a wrong antf was anxious to atono.

You extravagant? I do not think I can accuse you of that, Madgie but am going to sell my pistures, for all that/' "Why?"—looking back and npat him as he stands behind my chair. "Tell me, Humphrey?"

Slowly the dusky-red mounts to his foreheaa. "My wife ought to be in my confidence. I mean to sell my pictures for Felicia." ,.

As the last word leaves his lips, I am as if suddenly turned to stone. One word—a woman's name—has made all the difference: and if I were to die could not speak. Blankly I gaze at the empty easel, and, hardening my heart, I hear Humphrey's voice still speaking.

You see, Madgie, I feel as if the debt of gratitude I owe ray friend Grant mignt in some measure be repaid to his sister. She is very poor—poor Grant left her literally nothing—and Felicia is wholly dependent on her own efforts, do not mean her to kuow that it is I who do this and I like to think that I am not wasting ail tho hours I am spending here."

He stops. I must say something and I feel as if I was choking. "I am f?ure your charity will be appreciated," I say in hard, measured tones "though I think it is a great pity that Felicia should not be allowed the* gratification of thanking the do-

,Pr

nor." "My child, why unreasonable?"

Oh, yea, I should lUce a sent*, And so It is settled-: ai lueQi, as I give the

her eyes brightening, 1 so It is settled- ana *dWarning I give saddled.

see Beostauding before me in ih* flush of life and health, and dWfam nbt of what a few hours will bring forth,.

We are home, Lena and I, but Bee has not yet aeturned. The yellow light falls on the grass outside, and changes the flowers into flaming masses of color. Lena has gone in, and I am walking slowly up and down the wide terrace, looking over the trees at the strip of silver tTiat marks the sea. I am thinking of Boe. but rather letting my whole thoughts dwell upon Humphrey.

Did my husbann ever really care for me or was it only a fancy because of the boautvof a girl's faoe, because a pair of blue eves charmed him for a time? Carriages and horses, good clothes, plentv of servants, and all the good things money brings, do not give much pleasure after all. 1 am used to it all now, and have almost forgotten what the constant seuso of poverty felt like, the pinching and saving, the never-end-ing struggle to get on. We wore very happy and contented through it all. I am neither tho one nor the other now.

I pass the open dining room windows, aud see the dinner table tetd frith fruit and flowers as our dldn&rUihl| Sever wasst home. That scmmfolirtg uAtidy meal might have impaired many a digdstion It had no effect on ours. The quiet and comfort of Carstairs present a vast and mighty difference. I like to have everything* in good form but I wish that, whan I sit at the bead of my table, I could feel some of the cheerful light-heartedness of the old life. If I could ignore that grave face that I^see opposite to me day after dav^itMfe waa nothing to me, as he j^ af #f&*,1iow,, different it would be I Aifljitt«Wlld 1 make him nothing to me now if I could

I step in at the open window, pass througn the dining room, and into the hall. Bee has not come home yet. Even as that passes through my mind, another comes swiftly and Suddenly, which turns my hrst thought into bitter irony. Bee has not come home, because he a in in if 1 see Mh* doofg awl Cfikis ,D«lac«mrtt wit asttang% awfm Je&k tiffon his face, mrryink something in his srms —a long Mick figure, drooping, as in lite Bde n«*N*r droopod, with head hangtack, and the sharp out!" chin upturned. I su

ing back, and the *harp ouflint-of throat ana

'vet I do not scream I only come alowQrfontltfd. Joftking up at the agony in Chris Pelacottrt's eye* and holdin

-..Jm

out

'^anJbtuld not *irw hNv* h#w^M»a hoarse grating tone. **0h caf st be dead

1 id! The I ight is put into words and flfertnk :h a sodden realisation of whr has V-Twpened,» "TV: bet stairs,** sav teeathleaaly, shivering Mid trembling, not look-

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are you so hard, so

There is grieved surprise and reproof in bis voice but I am olind and deaf to reason. The pisture I loved, because of the hand that worked at it day after day was painted for Felicia it was of her he was thinking—and never a thought of loving tenderness for roe filled his heart all the long hours he worked with his brush.

He misconstrues the cold silence that falls upon me. I will telegraph for the picture, Madgie, and get it back again for you I had no idea that you had ever seen it." "No, thank you I don't care about it. I like sea-pieces—that is all."

I will paint you another then, and you shall choose any subject that you please," he says quickly but I turn away. "I would rather you did not take the trouble. It was only a fancy and don't want the picture now."

So I leave him, and come no more to see tho work upon his easel.

CHAPTER XXXVII. i'

"So you won't come visiting, Beo?" "No, Madgie. You know I alwa dislike talking to people and I wou much rather stay at home."

ys lid

It is not her real reason, I know but we are going to Ripley, and Chris Dela court may be at hotno. Boe has avoided him of late, ai?d Cliris is holding himself aloof.

You will come then, Lena?" I say turning to my other sister, who is standing on the hearth rug surveying her face in the glass, and apparently greatly pleased at the contemplation thereof.

Lena flies oil joyfully to dress, and follow more leisurely, pausing at the

door to look bqgk at vou would is very baa fur you to bel

,"§ ur#T "It iwaysitaying

at home. I shall give i||roai dinner, party to rottWfyou up, Bee. I don't want rousing,"hQ answers, flushing. "I think shall go for along walk this afternobn." 'Ora fide," nuggeft. AII'would be a charity to take tee Kidfof Hit he has been doing nothing for ever

ga"Xell

bo sa

r^-g

ing at the marble stillness of the upturned face. "I have sent for the doctor," he says hastily.

And then Humphrey cornea in, white and shocked, bat save few) word—he only looks at me and between them they all silent and on

looks at me ana netwees uwu carry the still quiet figure^ all silent a resistless, up the stairs and lay her her bed. "I am going for the doctor," Humphrs, ana holds my hand for a seo-

rey says, ond. "E upon it. Get her undressed, Madgie, aud I will send Mra. Steele to you."

Be brave now Bee's life depends

Oris stands for a minute, his face wild with miseiy. "It wss my fault!" he cries, with great bitterness, and then goes swav.

I am alone with this that they tell me is Bee—Bee who never fainted in her life lying with a face of death half turned towards me as they laid her on the pillow. Dry-eyed, and with a grief and terror that know no words, I raise her in my srms, and with my own hands undress her, the heavy bead lying on my shoulder, the limp cold hands making no response te my ca-

Mrs. Steele comes hurrying in, in a flood of tears. I have not shed a tear in the presenoe of this still, strange figure tears seem to have no place. In bed Bee looks as if she might be asleep except for a bluely thing about the face —it looks strangely like sleep. The long lashes rest upon the cheek, and the sweet firm lips are gravely closed. "Here is where ahe is hurt, ma'am,' sobs Mrs. Steel, pointing to a dark red stain in Bee's brown hair, a small spot of blood. "Ob, ma'am, my dear lady, don't you look like that! Miss Bee is only stunned and the master has gone himself for the doctor. Heaven is good: she will be spared."

I cannot pray words will not come my eyes are on the stillness of the quiet face, watching for a sign or a quiver of life. And Lena—I have forgotten Lena —no one has told her.

Presently I hear her clear voice singing, coming nearer and nearer, and then her footfall sounds outside the half-open door.

You tell her,", I gasp, turning to Mrs. Steele. The song stops Suddenly. I ha»r hurried voioes, ana then a burst of frightened crying, aud Lena comes in wild and scorecL "Madgie, Msdgie, is it true?" she cries. One look at Bee's face is answer enough. She turns awsy and covers her face—poor little Lena—sobbing and shaking like a terrified child.

I hear the sound of a carriage driving furiously, and then hurried footsteps. The doctor has come.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

Bee lives or rather she is still alive. It is butlsc«*nt comfort after the weary agony of suspense, the waiting for the doctor's verdict. She lives but he will hold out no .hopes. While there is life there is hope and while hope exists there is yet something to be doae. It is when hope dies and there is nothing more „to look for that the human heart and brain give way. "I have telegraphed for more advice," Humphrey says and for a moment I rest positively in the arms that close around me. "Mv poor little darling, this is hard for you I know how yon love Bee."

Even now I do not cry I only look up sorrowfully at Humphrey with an awful fear knocking at my heart. "She must live!" I moan. "It cannot be that Bee will die!" "Heaven grant notl" he whispers, "My child, how you tremble! Madgie, Wilfyou go to the library and tell poor Chris what JQr. Marsh says Poor M-

wished me to go wh^ui Apd that speaking the words of

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10© at. efhee^ft she dead?'* he leS, in

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Ife

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING') MAILJT

Chris Delacourt

strengthens tho hope in my own mind. I iijaw, when 1 open the library door andisee his f^,* that Chris loves Bee with his whole heajrt.1 the last fto^r he has been here* Vhtflmig dp tod down like a man half of this mind and he stands befort) ifi& *riow white and hag-

as if

'tirieS, in low and broken tones, speech filled up thS nieaauw of ^ngiiisk of his soul. "She livest flfhere hoRe!"

At my words, as the sense of them reaches his brain, hd r$el*, nn\ staggering to a chair, breaks down sobbing. It is but theeff&ct df ttf#*«creation after the suspense. He is not ashamed of this exhibition of weakness. It is «o shame to his manhood to shed tears because the woman he loves lies between life and death—only a very short step bet WOOD*

Tho light falls upon his bowed head, and his yellow hair gleams like gold. I see his broad shoulders heaving. He is sobbing bitterly and I have not shed one tear yet. Perchance I may have all tho rest of my life to weep for the sorrow that is uear to-night. Poor Chris raises his wet disfigured face at last.

It was my fault that the accident happened." as she thrown I asked—for I do not know ye* what happened. "Tell me, please.'

Chris shades his eyes, aad spea£p: in low choking voiw. ... ...~~ "You know tbat road leading from the Abbey, with paling on one side? I was driving home, and saw her in ffotit on the Ranger. I suppose she knew I was coming, Aid did nofwauit to meet

sldclenly, and she

was thrown. She never spoke noi moved and I drove here as fastis possi

WHe

is greatly distressed as he tells his story and my eyes fiU*aaddaaiy "It was not your fault. It was an accident," I say gently. "And yon mtttt not fret so terribly. You are making me break down. Humphrey has teleIrraphtff for another doctor. I wonder jo® be can be here

Spouses hiBUMtf to think «f times aud train*. And then I insist.on his going to the dining-room and something to eat and I send for ten*, who comes with her eyes swollen with

*4I must go to Bee,*. I tlelacourt, make Lena »*6 something: I think

please look after «*urself *81 sjff 'Good night* now, for I am

grdng tqsit up with -nhil A nand touches my .«houlcter. You are not to sit up till you take this."

Humphrey is inexorable. I feel as if I was choking but swallow the soup have! and wine that he brings me, and go up ixrftvdl tp tbc quiet room where Doctor Harsh waiting abd watching for my sister's clcwed eyes to open.

The long weary night gives plaee to dawn, and Bee lives stili. All the time fhavc wa*-tMid -a^d at last $ark friagB quivem on hor cbedc, and eee the I love glimmering for a moment,*before the whfte'Uds shroud tbetn again from my But she lives, though

sorely

and stands beside- me gravely anxious. I see tears in his eyes onoe and then I lay nay cheek upon his hand. "You are sorry for Bee, Humphrey?"

These are almost the only words I have spoken the long night through. "Sorry for Bee," he whispers,44 for her own sake, and foil of sorrow that I cannot lighten this trouble for you. Poor little, white, weary wife." "You are helping me," I return softly and my lips lightly touch his broad hand. ''You have seen to everything, Humphrey and I am grateful, verv grateful."

I can hear him sigh, along deep sigh, and it frightens me directly. "Is Bee worse?" I ask in a low tone, in quick fear, looking towards the outline of her white, face in the gray dawn. "Why do you sigh like that, Humphrev?"

He does not answer and long after I know the thoughts that broaght that sigh to his lips. 1

Given back from the gravel The long horrible dream is over, and Bee, the very ghost and shadow of herself, is restored to us. With all her wealth of dusky hair cut off, and her face a mere wreck of merry laughing Bee. she creeps back into life again. It has been a sore struggle but the strong young nature has triumphed at last and back from the Shadow of the Valley of Death our darling has come to us! The life we hsve prayed for has been granted and there are light and reason in the sweet serious eyes again. Like a snow white lily she lies and we hardly dare breathe to ourselves yet the glgd truth that the danger is past, that our prayers have been answered. Heaven alone knows with whst passionate pleading, I prayed for Bee's life—prayed that this one thing might be granted me, this dear life spared. Night and day I have nursed her and I will not trust my darling to other hands than mine. "You most take rest," Humphrey says often, with grave earnestness. "Madgie, you vnll be ill."

And many an hour in the night he aits and watches, while 1 lie on the sofa and sleep, from weariness and exhaustion, against my will but the rest does me good.

Poor Chris haunts the place, gray with anxiety. Every hour he is waiting for news, with his blue eyes full of misery and nis fair comeliness wasted with grief. His face looks quite thin and sharp now. Lena comes to the conclusion that he must be in love with Bee and I do not contradict her—I only smile a dreary little smile, knowing what I know.

Hollow-cheeked and wan, with great weary eyes, Bee lies back on the pillows, with the autumn sunshine falling across her white wasted hands. "Who sent them, Madgie?" at her flowers

?ittle

», lovely hot-house table by the

bed lira a small basket, and peeping from the cold groen leaves is a great bunch of purple grapes.

Bee looks loving at tho flowers and smiles and with dim eyes watched the sweot lips, the lips which at one time I thought would never smile again. "Was it Georgie?"—for Sir Jasper and Lady Vane are home again. But it was not from the Abbey the tiowors came.

Can you not guess, Bee? Can you not think of some ono who has been here day after day—somebody who has never smiled since yod have been ill? Won't you send him a message, darling?"

The thin fingers loose their tyasp of Chris Delacourt'6 flowers, and a quick pained flush rises to her cheek.

"Has he not forgotten vet?" she said itUkJow whisper. "Maagic, I think it WQJild jh*ve been better if ,4Vhad died." 1, as 1 stroke h'6r hand lovingly,

she speaks again. Tell him not be unhappy for me and—and I thank him for the flowers."

Word for word I give Chris her message and for the first time since he carried hex ttp the stairs as dead in his arms, alight comes into his fade. "Yoj*lisve made me quite happy," he says, and smiles brightly. "But, Mrs. Csrstai&tj, this nurse-tending is using yod up." You should go out iato the open air and let Miss Lena take place sometltnes." "So my husband says but I am quite well, neially." He shakes his head.

44"Your

looks say the contrary. Do you

know that Cllve called you the Rose of Carstairs? I think be might christen yon the lily how."

At the mere mention of Clive Dela'fiourt's name, a painful rush of recollection brings the not blood to my faoe,vand I hastily change the subject.

One morning a letter comes from my old friend Colonel Trevannion—a letter to say that he is on his way to Carstairs to see Bee and judge for himself. He will be here to-night, and I go to Bee with the news. "The dear old Colonel is coming, he will be here for dinner," say "so you must look your best, Bee, that he may not think we have been sending false reports home." "I am so glad, Madgie and don't you think I might get up to-day? 1 feel quite strong/'

But I (ell her she is not to get up till •hn hn« drunk a few more gallons of beef tea. Bee latqrhs. It is good even to hear her weak little laughs. "I ought to be strong, Madgie I have so many good things."

eyoo

h«i

iim.

Lngp on k»r forehead. Tho

—*ar all, the only thing that

remainds one of Bee as she was In the

oWhS&reyand

Ksome

have alipped into a

lite indifference. I avoid him, Mid shy when, by any chance we are alone together, aad now that -Bee is better, ne is taken up witn art agtiln, working for the sting. I never Hwf*w ms work now. and he never asksme to 00me and sit with him. It is Bee, now, all Bee and I hardlyjsver leave her room. on?" she was marso little of a

I sigh for an answer, and then try to laugh away the sigh. ,, •*you want me more than Humphrey 4~And no#, Bee, how shall we amuse the Colonel while he is at Carstairs?" tbiak I never really know what it is to be a wife, and yet have no place in my husband's heart, till I soe Georgie and her husband together. The one difference of their lives seem to have beetl s^ttled forever since the day on which thev toM the truth the one to the other Sfc t^e presence of death. 3eorgie gives in to him with a pretty submtasjon But I think in most things "my lady" basher own way and Sir Jasper seems to he making np for the coldnoas and of those two unhappy

years.

bruised and shaken*.

There is hope. The life flicker*, wanes, and tape a? agate still there is hope.

Humphrey steals in now flnd then.

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Be sure to ask for Hegeipan's (formerly made by Hegeman & Co., N6w York, ahp now made by the Metropolitan Med. 30., ol New Haven, conn.,) and do not be piH off with any other compound, which may become rancid §nd do you more hnrtn than good. Hegeaxan't) Camphor Ice never fails.

The Egyptian Rat Destroyer Is the best preparation ever devised for the extermination of these troublesome vermin, and all other insects, bags, roaches, etc. (t)

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