Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 18, Number 32, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 January 1888 — Page 7

It was a supreme moment for both, yet both were calm and self-possessed. If the •clasp of Max Beauregard's hand seemed to the girl to stop the very beating of bet heart, she gave no sign if her touch made •every nerve in the man's frame quiver, -every pulse bound, neither voice nor man ner betrayed him. "I am so glad to see you again," he said, genuine pleasure, but no more, in the soft, rich voice, that was always ringing in het •ears. "I left you scarcely on the threshold •of Fame, and I Come back to find you in the citadel. "Oh, Colonel Beauregard," Valerie answered. glancing up, with the old, qnick. •wistful look, into the handsome face—she had not dared to meet his eyes full—"such ^compliment sounds almost like Irony one of the Egyptian heroes, I must bongratulate you—not you me. And let *ne," she went on, a little hurriedly, "introduce you to Lord Darnleigh, though it is scarcely necessary," turning to the young nobleman. "Scarcely," saUl he. smiling, and hold* lng out his hand instead of the forma1 bow, "since everyone knows Colonel Beau regard. I wonder if you are half as glad to be home again as we are to see you here?' "Thanks," said Max, "for the last assurance. I am sore we have all good cause to like returning to old England, for the sake -of the warm welcome we get everywhere." "You will have to be a little merciful on •other fellows." aaid tord Darnleigh, laughing. "We are nowhere with the ladie* now. The old case Is reversed, and the Egyptians are despoiling the Israelites!" "Ah!" retorted Beauregard, "bat we bare to make up for lost time. Far nine months and more yon have had the field all to yourselves." "I'm afraid you have the beat of it, and I am not ashamed to surrender to a soldier who has compelled surrender from hundreds," said Lord Darnleigh, bowing. "Miss Herbert, they forming now. Shall we join them?",

Colonel Beaure :»rl bowed, and turned away, and Valerie and her partner joined the dancers. "Was Valefi* chnns&l to hfrnV Max Beauregard askel himself again and again, while he talked to his partner—a pretty «ountess, who would oak questions about the campaign.

Her greeting had chilled htm to the heart, though he had thought he had schooled himself to be fully prepared tx find a great difference between the innocent child he h&i 'ft .m the prttUsge of wealthy Mrs. Langley—the diva of the Londou senson.

The result proved how impossible It tft for worldly wisdom to thoroughly prepare us for the casting down of an idol. Trtm, Valerie had seemed pleased to see him. bat

VALERIE

[Begun in The if ail Dee. YlthJ\

CHAPTER XXL—A FATAL DIE.

"There she is—there's Valerie Herbert!" .ew from month to month, as Mrs. Langey and her niece eutered Lady Stonend's lready crowded talon in Park Lane and well-bred throng pressed eagerly toard the door.

The hostess welcomed them with em* e&rment. 'And only think!" she said—she was of he gushing, gurgling order—"we are to lave an Egyptian hero here to-night! Did you know? Colonel Beauregard is coming with his brother and sister-in-law such a 'uvrming man, isn't he? Hare you ever met him, Miss Herbert?" 'Oh, yes," said she, smiling. "I met dm at a garrison ball at Donnington." "Indeed! Then I need not introduce 1^1 to you. I do hope they won't be late."

Valerie was surrounded at once her card "was almost filled before Aston Lawford, gllng through the crowd, succeeded reaching her side. "Miss Herbert," he said, his plain face ighting up with joy as he clasped her hand, 'you hare kept some for me? I have been trj^ng the last five minutes to get near yon." 'Kept ttomeP' repeated Valerie, lifting ier straight brows. She paused, and looked down at her tablets a soft color stole n£o her cheeks, Iter breast heaved. Alas! )how much hung on that pause! If she had bat given Lawford the answer that quivered on her tongue! but suddenly her lips were compressed, she raised her eyes with a curious flash to Lawford's face. 'I have only two dances left," she said rily. "Youcan have those!"

He must be infatuated Indeed who could accept gratefully a favor so ungraciously granted yet Aston Lawford spoke earnest thanks, and even ventured the reproach: "Only two? You are cruel!" "If I were too kind to you I should be kernel to others," replied Valerie, carelessly, and turned away, half dizzy vpith the :pain at her heart.

Not one dance for Max Beauregard—the man she loved! who had aright to ask of ,her at least so much as a kindly memory of him and a man whom any woman in .-that room would feel proud to honor. But she dared nob trust herself blindly, desperately, she took fatal refuge in conduct that miserably wronged her. "Thep are forming for the first set," said .a voice near her.

She looked up. It was her partner—the Marquis of Darnleigh. Valerie bowed, and mechanically placed her hand' on her companion's arm. "Mr. »nd Lady Elinor Beauregard'Colonel Beauregard," rang out from the doorway.

There was a flutter—a loud buzz of voices •—a forward rush and rustle, Valerie paused, holding her breath.

For a minute everything seemed to swim round her, yet she did not stagger or cling to her companion, and he did not see—for her head was drooping—how deadly white •she had grown.

Then she looked up, and said, with a smile: "I must go and speak to Colonel Beauregard. I have met him before, you know."

Even as she spoke, and moved—still leaning on Lord Darnlelgh's arm—toward the entrance, Max Beauregard, scarce twenty paces from her, turned and saw her—the Fairy Queen and all else besides, people and scene, vanished, and left hot standing thert alone, "queen lily and rose in one," in the glory of her loveliness, with gleam of satin and silver, and fire of flashing jewels. Yet ho had never had everj nerve under more perfect command as he went forward to meet her, and hand clasp--ed hand.

HALF A TRUTH.

BY "THE DUCHESS."

no more than If he had been an acquaintance of the season and there was something conventional in both the matter and manner of her answers to his first words to her that jarred like a false chord on the man's whole being. In his bitter pain he hardly remembered how comparatively cold his own greeting had been. Was what he had heard of Valerie true? His brief experience seemed to cast a sinister light on the statements which he had tried to believe greatly exaggerated. Was sne learning too surely the lesson taught her by precept and example, that hearts were nothing in the scale against diamonds? He seemed to her the experienced Mayfair campaigner "With a little board of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart." Preaching, maybe, to a willing listener. Valerie was but a child it would be strange indeed if she had withstood the overwhelming influence of her surroundings if she had not been make giddy by the height of the pinnacle on which she was placed. Be it remembered that Max Beanregard hod not Been enough of Valerie to enable him to fathom her nature but his passionate love for the girl fought against the miserable doubt that oppressed him. He would not—nay, he could not—judge her hastily. Time and opportunity would show whether she was indeed changed. "Do you admire that girl in pale pink, Colonel Beauregard T' asked the Countess, as she sat eating an ice, her companion standing by, "She has jnst passed by with Dallas of ours? Yes, very much. Who is she?" "Amy Linwood, She and Valerie Herbert are great friends."

Beauregard looked-'Witb mere- interest* after Miss Linwood. "I seem to know the name," he observed. "They are friends of Mrs. Langley's. Mrs. Linwood is a charming woman, I am told. Ah I there is Miss Herbert dancing with Mr. Lawford. How badly he dances and how perfectly she does! A splendid match." "I thought you said it was a bad one." "For life I mean, you tiresome fellow!" "It in a match, then?" "Well, I believe so—everyone says so— and he might marry a peer's daughter if ho chose. Lady Stonend tried very hard to get him for one of hers so did the Marchioness of Fashmore. Of course the girl could be a peeress but Aston Lawford can buy up most of us. So I suppose she has become reconciled to the iron!" "Didn't she like it at first?" ,r*

The countess laughed. "No used*to call him the 'iron man,' so I have heard. I dare say you thinkit tn/ra dig., with your military prejudices and you Beauregard® pre as proud as Higha I "I am contenVlo plead guilty but as to Mr. Lawford, apart from the iron, my brother knows him better than I do. I believe I met him once." "And that is the cool way you talk of a man worth millions!—at any rate over a million—for whom all the girls and young widows are pulling caps." "I am sorry to be so old-fashioned. I am afraid one gets rusty campaigning for in field and camp one is apt to reckon a man for what he is, and not what he has." "Now, Colonel, you are sarcastic, and you certainly are old-fashioned. Give me yonr arm and let us walk through the rooms. I won't discuss the money ques-, t!on with you any mere for you talk like a Bayard, and make me feel ashamed of myself."

An hour later Valerie sat alone for the first time that evening. She had begged her partner to leave her her head ached, she Bald she must keep quiet for a few minutes but, in truth, she felt as if sho could not bear much more she was almost dizzy with the agony of her mind. She longed, with a wild, desperate longing, to getaway —away anywhere, free from the crowd, the gaze of curious eyes, the meaningless chatter, the lights, the music—aw«y by herself, alone and in darkness, to weep her heart out. It would be some relief, at least, to be able to drop this horrible mask of smiles and merriment,

Someone passed "through the door by which she sat, and paused close to her. She had not heard the step—it was lost amid the beat of the band and the steps of the dancers—but she knew whose it was, and her breath seemed to ebb away like the breath of a dying woman, and she saw •ml heard nothing but she needed no outward sense to know that Max Beauregard was near her. Yet she did not turn her head to look—did not even move, as though she had been unaware of his presence. "Miss Herbert," he said, gently, and her start was not alkfeigned. "Miss Herbert, alone?"

For, with a sickening rash of memory, she came back to the ball-room at Donnington—so Beauregard had come up to her as she sat apart and spoken to her almost the same words.

But tone and manner then and now! How the difference wrung her heart! TJie old, sweet touch of tenderness gone that something which recognised the dawning womanhood, yet saw the child. Had a few months so changed her?—so altered their relations?

But this, which showed her so clearly she was nothing to him more than a friend —if indeed so much—gave her greater strength to guard her secret.

With a pretty shrug she answered him, just glancing round. "It is a treat to be alone sometimes—and I was tired!"

Again the sta], so straight and keen thai he could not for a moment speak. Then, lightly: "Is that a hint. Tt so, pardon me "No, no!" she said, quickly, flushing crimson now. "I did not mean that!" "I was only jesting!"

He laid his hand on the back of her chair and bent down a little. "Miss Herbert, are you engaged far the next dancer"

If Valerie had not been prepared for the question her nerve night have failed her at that moment, bat* though the crimson changed to paleness, and then to crimson again in one great thrcvb of her heart, she faltered under her breath: "I am so sorry-I—I am indeed. I—I have not one vacancy!"

Colonel Beauregard drew Ids band away and raised himself. "Thanks," he sold, quietly **I dan say yonr card was full before I came."

He bowed and passed on. Valerie saw him through a soeoiet mbt

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She was dazed—stunned. If she had tried to rise then she would have fallen. If he had only spoken some bitter words! —reminded her of that ride through the moonlit lanes, which he must have recalled vividly just now, when she had pledged herself to give him four dances and tonight, after he had been away so long, she had not one dance to

she knew he was coming! Yet he uttered no reproach he even tried chivalrously to shield her perhaps he almost pitied her—mere puppet of fashion that she had become tool in a worldly woman's hands heartless coquette, who accepted all men's homage, and would sell her youth and beauty to the highest bidder!

Mr. Lawford came up as, rallying herself desperately, the girl was about to rise. "Ahl Mr. Lawford," she said, with faint smile, "I am glad of someone now. Take me into the conservatory it is cool there, and my head aches so. No fuss, please," for Lawford was one of those tactless people who cannot understand when to "let alone"—"simply do what I ask you."

So he, not sorry to have her to himself, drew her hand on his arm and led her away to the conservatory and by-and-by Mat

Beauregard saw them sauntering down one of the alleys. "Heaven help her!" he said, in his agony. "She will find out too late the terrible price she is paying for that accursed gold! Oh, Valerie! Valerie! you might have been less cruel—you might have kept one memory of past days, and told me more gently that yon have blotted out all former ties, and intend to date from your first success in the London world!"

Valerie danced the next dance, and the next, and chatted, and laughed, and flirted, and had never seemed more brilliant But at half-past two she threw herself in a. chair, by her and. begged, tabe taken home. "I am tired out!" she said. "I have danced everything. Please let us go!"

So, despite prayers and remonstrances, the beauty took herself off, and wouldn't let Lawford put on her opera-cloak, but told a simpering young guardsman to fetch it, TTmltingr him thereby happy for days.™

And when the girl got home, and her ball-dress and jewels were removed, and she was alone, she flung herself down on the bed, and sobbed for hours while Mrs. Langley, laying her head on her pillow, closed her eyes, reflecting complacently on the events of that night. "I was a little afraid of Max Beaure gard," she said inwardly "nay, a good deal. But perhaps he is less romantic than he seems, and certainly Valerie's conduct showed that she had not the least penchant for him. So proud a man will hold aloof now, even if he had been eprls. Still, I should not care to have them thrown much together! All the men lose their heads about Valerie, and one never can trust that a young girl will not throw up the whole world for the sake of a dashing fellow with a few hundreds a year!"

CHAPTER XXII.—WISE PUPIL OB CLEVER ACTRESS?

"Aunt Constance," said Valerie, the next day, as she came into the drawingroom ready dressed for an "at home" to which they were engaged, "I want to say something to you, and then, please, never let it be spoken of again!" "Well, my dear?" said Mrs. Langley, a little surprised, just a little alarmed. She never felt quite "safe" with Valerie.

Valerie went to the window and stood there, looking blankly before her, and averting her face from her aunt. "Louis is in town," she began, abruptly, *'and he wrote to me, and I told him to call here on Thursday evening

Here she paused. "Well, Valerie?" said Mrs. Langley,hiding the trepidation she felt as to what this Introduction might portend. "I can't marry him!" said the girl, with a choking sob, though she tried hard to keep it down. "I sent for him to tell him so!" 'Thank Heaven!" breathed Mrs. Langley, inaudlbly.

Aloud, mildly and kindly: "I am truly glad you have come to see that, my dear. I hoped that you would do so, sooner or later. And, Valerie, though you were too young to know it, and may be vexed with me for saying it—I don't think you really loved Mr. Charteris as much as you imagined!"

Did not Valerie know it?

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She turned and walked impatiently through the room. "I don't know—I don't care!" she said in a reckles* kind of manner that a better wom'in tan Constance Langley would hardly hnve liked to see, "but I can't marry him. Things are so—so different from what they were then—I—I couldn't live as I used to. I should not be happy—I have grown worldly," with a short, bitter little laugh, "and I must have the world, and all that belongs to it!"

She was playing apart in uttering these words that belied her, in wild terror of the possible question her conscience made her morbidly anticipate: 'Are you fancying yourself in low with some other man?"

She went out of her way to make her aunt believe that it was love of the world, dread of poverty, that made her cast Louis off.

Yet her cheek colored at the deception. She would have cast the world and ail that belonged to it into the depths of the sea for Max Beauregard's sake she would beg her bread by his side sooner than be king's consort

But Mrs. Langley was, naturally enough, deceived and smiled, well-pleased, on her puplL To do her credit, she honestly believed that a wealthy marriage was the happiest state for any girl.

Now and then some ill-regulated woman broke loose, and created a temporary scandal, bat the majority settled down, and were much more to he envied than those who married "for love," and who were just as likely to end in the divorce court as anyone else. "If yon prefer It my dear," said Mrs. Langley. "I will write to Mr. Charteris* for of course there was noengagment "No!" interrupted the girl, resolutely, *'I will not be cowardly as well as fickle* In honor—between us two—there was an engagement I wtll see him myself!" "The carriage is at the door, ma'am," said a footman, appearing, and a few minota* later Valerie was being mobbed ai a crowded "at home," and only feeling that existence was for her a sunless sea, since "tore was done," and the man she war shipped mast utterly despise her! "Behind no prisoo-sate. she ssM,

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THE XAGAXOT.

Max Beauregard might have multiplied himself a desen times if lie had accepted

all the offers he received of box-seats for the turn-out of the Four-in-hand Club, or he could have tooled his brother's coach but he declined all allurements he had business at the War Office, he said, and so he had only he might easily have put it off. "Shameful!" cried a chorus of fair ones, each one of whom had made up her mind that Colonel Beauregard was going to drive his brother's famous bays, with her on the seat beside him.

It was a splendid turn-out everyone said and so it was. The day was fine, the Park crowded, and the coaches came forth in force. Numbers came to see the beauty, Valerie Herbert,, and they were not disappointed, for there she was in gray satin, Charles IL hat with sweeping plumes, the loveliest woman where lovely faces might be seen at every turn. Aston Lawford drove four browns, and drove them well and behind him sat pretty women and good-looking men but nobody looked at him, and he was well-contented that his beautiful box-companion diverted all attention from even his tooling, of which he was somewhat proud, though coaching men only allowed him second rank as a whip.

But while Valerie laughed and talked gaily, her quick, far-seeing eyes were searching half nervously among the crowds by the railing and suddenly, while a line of coaches stood waiting, she saw the face she sought, but scarcely wished to see. A light color flitted across her own, as for a moment she met Louis' upward glance, full of pain and anger then her eyes sank, and she bowed and turned away. When she looked again Louis was gone. "There is Mr. Beauregard's coach just behind us," said one of the ladies at the back—pretty Mrs. Leicester "but I thought tlie Colonel would drive it." "He isn't here to-day at all." said Lawford. "I saw him last night in Whitehall Gardens, and he said he would be busy at the War Office."

Was Valerie relieved, or the opposite? She could not have told but Mrs. Leicester said: "Bother the War Office! why couldn't the man do his work there another day?"

Lawford' smiled, "A lady's way of looking at business," he said. But Mrs. Leicester was right this time, though she didn't know it.

By-and-by, when the coaches were moving on at walking pace, the "iron man" asked Valerie: "Was not that Mr. Charteris you bowed to a little while ago?"

He had heard of Louis from Mrs. Langley, though not of any engagement between the young man and Valerie. "Yes," she answered, nonchalantly. My lady was somewhat offended by the tone. "He scarcely looked pleased to see you," continued Lawford "was it because you were here—by me?"

Valerie opened her great eyes on him with a stare of comical surprise. "Why should he, or anyone, mind that?" she said, with that determined naivete which is sometimes very aggravating in a lovely woman, but very witching all the same. "I might have been with anyone else. The Dake of offered me his boxseat and poor little Emly almost knelt to me to

on his."

"And yet," said Lawford, lowering his tone, "you gave me the preference!" "Simply," with a shrug, "because if I went with the Duke the Duchess would be jealous and I heartily dislike Emly."

Lawford's brow darkened. "Am I only a pis aller, then?" he said. "You should take blessings as they come," said Valerie, gravely, "and not inquire too closely why they come. No—no more, please. One positively can not be serious on the box-seat of a coach though I verily believe you would be serious at a carnival." "And you serious at nothing!" returned Lawford, almost brusquely. He loved Valerie in a selfish, narrow fashion or, more correctly, he was dazzled and Infatuated, and wanted her beauty to crown the edifice of his wealth—and shed, by its fame, a kind of halo over himself.

His gentle blood and good-breeding saved him from being a snob in the worst and most vulgar sense but there is a kind of snobbery which may be found among well-born men and women, and is more or less offensive to fine senses and to this class Aston Lawford belonged a pride, not of wealth, but of those things which wealth procures—his pictures, his horses, his establishment generally. "The iron entered into his soul," Max Beauregard said of him once and, it may be added, the witty paraphrase in application, but not of words, was somehow repeated to Aston Lawford, and then he never forgave it "Now you are cross," said Valerie, vety coolly, and shrugging her shoulders bat inwardly she quailed.

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far with this man? She had never supposed that he really cared for her. Could it be that he did—that she was trifling with him? .. t,y' "And yon—cruel!" returned Lawford, lowering his colors at once. Valerie would have respected him better if he had been less ready to yield. As it was she answered by another shrug, and bowed with annecessary empre$*emerU to Harry Dallas, who was on horseback among the spectators.

Some of the coaches, among them Lawford's and Gerald Beauregard's, drove down to the Crystal Palace for luncheon, and there, as everywhere, Valerie Herbert was the centre of attraction. If homage and flattery conld make happiness, she ought to have been sublimely happy. Lady Elinor remarked to her husband that the girl flirted outrageously, and hs smiled. "What can be expected/' he mid, "when a girl is so fascinating, and men make such a fuss with her? But 'outrageously' is a strong term. Is the Lawford affair settled?" "Her aunt told me yes. Valerie has gone almost too far to recede besides, why should she, unless some daks or earl came forward and then are none sligibls at present"

And when Gerald and his wife returned to Whitehall Gardens, Max threw down the book he had been holding, bat not reading, the last ten minutes, and asked them, smiling, how the meet had gone off? "Splendidly!" said Lady Elinor. "Why, have you beard nothing about it?". "I was at the War office," he answered, "until three o'clock, and then I bad a lot of letters to write, so I came straight home. Yon seem tired, Gerald," be addad, to his brother. "I mb yon know how little I care for London life. I shall take myself off to Abbot's Leigh very soon, and leave you to take care of Nellie."

Then Lady Elinor began to tell all aboctt the meet and the lcncheon. and of course Valerie to the frost How die looked. what she wore, bow everyone said it would be "a match" with Lawford how she flirted, and all the rest of It To which Colonel Beauregard listened with a due

amount of interest, and gave no hint that he was on the rack the whole time and Lady Elinor afterward said complacently to her husband: "It is lucky'Max doesn't seem to have taken a fancy to Valerie Herbert He wouldn't get over it as most men get over disappointments."

If she had seen Max Beauregard when he was alone again—seen the gray agony of his face, heard the whisper: "Oh, Heaven! oh, Valerie! my love, my love!"—her shrewd ladyship, who flattered herself that few men or women conld deceive her, might have owned that one man, at least, knew how to keep the pcwicrl strciti behind the voiUo scilto. [7b 4s Ctortfinved.]

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