Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 26 October 1882 — Page 2

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 26,1882

BERTHA'S TRIDMPH

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It Tvas a promenade day at the Botanical Gardens in the Regent's Park—the lime, a line afternoon in May. The rardens were at their greatest beauty. The foliage of the trees was fresh in its voung green hyacinths, tulips, pansies, narcissus, and other sweet ana bright .'lowers filled the parterres, while the •^reat conservatory was gorgeous with

L/.aleas, kalrnias, cinerarias, and the A hole host of the brilliant and fragrant blossoms of early summer. The ladies' •oilets, too, vied with the flowers, and the various groups wandering about the grounds, or assembled on the green wards to listen to the band, formed ^iot the least attractive part of the spectacle.

It was through this scene that Str Lawrence and his friend Douglas were strolling on the Wednesday afternoon the week succeeding "Mr. Kiggs' visit.

Douglas would not allow that he was A'iven to be idle. He insisted that to show himself in society was a means to :ui end. "It is absolutely necessary for me to make myself known," he was in the habit of saying to St. Lawrence. "Society will easily forget me if I give it a chance of doing so. As for your landscape painters, it is different your works are everything, yourselves nothing. Hut, with a portrait-painter, to uiake himself popular is half the game."

So, on this plea, Douglas spent much if his time in amusing himself. He Jiad often before tried to persuade St. Lawrence to join him in his pleasureseeking, but generally in vain. Just now, however, St. Lawrence felt indisposed for work. The memory of his wrongs, kept fresh in his mind by his very endeavors to unravel the web by which he was entangled, set his blood :ti a ferment, and the suspense he had to undergo was terrible to him. He would have liked to meet face to face '.he inan who had injured him. He would have liked to bring back those old times when he could have challenged his enemy to ordeal by arms, confident that truth would bear down falsehood in the tight. "Will the slow process of legal inquiry be as sure?" he sometimes asked himself. And now he had bound himself by a promise—he could stir neither hand nor foot in his own defense. He almost repented having given such a promise. But he was not the man to recall his %ord when once it was pledged. He must resign himself to wait and endure, trusting that Providence in its own good time would unmask the fraud ot which he had been the victim.

Thinking of these things as they wandered amongst the different groups, he scarcely listened to Douglas's lively flow of talk, and only gave monosyllabic answers. Suddenly, as they were crossing the lawn on which the band was stationed, Douglas caught him by th' arm, and pointed with his cane to ihree ladies sitting together at a little distance. "Hv .love!" he exclaimed, "there is my little music-mistress." "What a beautiful girl!"

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said, his attention arrested by his companion's exclamation. "I thought you told me she was not handsome?" "The shorter of the two is Miss Dalton." Douglas returned impatiently. "Let us go round aim come upon them on the other side as if- by accident. I'll introduce you."

So saying, Douglas threaded his way through the crowd. St. Lawrence followed willingly, struck with the beauty one of the ladies whom they were approaching. As they came in sight again, Douglas, einwtiiis a start of surprise, advanced, lifting liis liat. "I am happy to see you here, Miss Dalton,1' he said. "This a gayer scene than that in which we usually meet."' "I am glad to see that you too sometimes take a holiday," responded Bertha, with a frank smile holding out h$r hand.

She liked the bright-spirited, agreeable young artist. Though but little had ever passed between them, she had learned to regard him as a friend. She introduced him to her Mother and sister, and Douglas, in his turn, presented St. Lawrence.

The color deepened upon Lena's cheeks. Mrs. Dalton received the two young men cordially. She had begun to feel it rather dull. It was a rare circumstance for her to appear in public without an attendant cavalier, ana these two young men appeared at a fortunate moment. "They are quite distinguish-ed-looking. particularly the taller, darker one," slie seized a moment to whisper to Lena "no one would suppose him to be only an artist."

The young men, perceiving that their presence was welcome to the eldest ladv, remained near their several points of attraction. There was no difficulty in finding subjects of conversation. Critical remarks upon those around them were not spared by Douglas and, though Bertha's comments wele never ill-natured, she was as ready to enter into the humors of the scene as he himself. Lena becaine animated in discussing the prospects of the season, and in observing the admiration she §xcite4 in the voung landscape-painter. "When tliey felt inclined for a stroll, St. Lawrence walked through the conservatorv between Mrs. Dalton and Lena, while Douglas followed with Bertha, and, when the ladies found it time

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to leave ine gardens, in tne same oraer they sauntered down the principal walk to the entrance-gate. Nor did they part company here. The two friends could do no less than accompany the ladies to the gate of Ivy Cottage, where they at last took leave, St. Lawrence having first obtained permission to bring his sketch-book one evening to show J&iss Dalton some American scenery. "So it is the same family after all that Riggs spoke of," said Douglas. "How strangely things turn out!" "What a lovely girl Miss Dalton is!"

observed St. Lawrence. "I think I have never seen a face that struck me as being so beautiful!" "Yes, she is handsome certainly," Douglas allowed "but to my mind," he added "there is a certain spirit ml beauty in her sister's face which is far more attractive." "Why, man. where are your eyes?" exclaimed St. Lawrence. "Oh. of course, as far as form and color go. I have nothing to say," returned Douglas: "but look at the soul that shines out of the eyes of my Bertha. Bertha—by Jove! what a delicious name! How it falls from the lips softly, like Zephyr kissing a flower! One couldn't imagine a great, strong, masculine woman going by the name of Bertha." "Why. old fellow, are you really so far gone?" said St. Lawrence, smiling, and laying his hand on his companion's shoulder.

Douglas half laughed, half sighed. "It's no use—it wouldn't do." he confessed, giving himself a shake. "I'm much mistaken if the Dalton mere wouldn't be apt to ask with what worldly goods I could endow her daughter and what could I mention? Two easels, a black velvet coat considerably the worse for wear, lots of empty bottles, and half-a-dozen meerschaums. She mightn't take the same view of the matter that I do, you see."' "Why don't von set to work in good earnest then??' asked St. Lawrence. "What a waster of time you are, Douglas." "Work? Waster of time?" cried Douglas. "Haven't 1 been working all the afternoon? Haven't been parading myself in the expectation that folk would say, 'Do you see that handsome, clever-looking Voung fellow? That's the celebrated "Charles Douglas you should let him paint your portrait.' But people won't take good advice, and don't come to have their portraits painted." "Which is a deplorable mistake on their part," St. Lawrence commented, in the same vein. "Well, I don't know whether I'm in love or not. They say lovers can live on air but I'm blessed if I can!" said Douglas. "I'm desperately in love." "I'm rather inclined that way too," said St. Lawrence. "Then intrust yourself to me, and you shall not repent it," said Douglas. "I am glad to find you are not going to subsist solely upon* the black and melancholy humors that seem to have taken possession of you since your last interview with the redoubtable Riggs nor yet upon your 'dream of fair women' that has irradiated your countenance for the last few hours.*" "I am but a prosaic mortal, you see, Douglas," explained St. Lawrence, smiling. "The one trouble is too deep down to affect the ordinary surface of my life, and. for the other, I haven't quite lost my wits yet. Miss Dalton is born to 'walk in silk attire,' and not in a gown of frieze such as I could offer." "But the gown of frieze may be only for a very short while, and some morning your'wife might awake to lind herself married to the 'Grand Panjandrum' himself, with 'the little round button at the top.' By Jove, what an opportunity for a romance!"

I'hus talking, they walked down Baker Street, and through Portman Square, and so on to the West-End restaurant where Douglas intended to dine.

In the meanwhile the ladies were canvassing the events of the day, and talking over their new acquaintances. Bertha had to relate where she had met Mr. Douglas, and what she knew of him. "If Miss Beaumont is acquainted with him, it is all right, I am sure," Mrs. Dalton said. "Miss Beaumont is obliged to be very particular with her school. There can be no objection to Mr. Douglas and his friend's calling here occasionally."

Mrs. Dalton complacently smoothed and folded her mantle as she uttered these words of wisdom.

Mr. St. Lawrence was evidently much struck with you, Lena," she'added. presently. "I)id you not observe how anxiously ho looked toward you when he asked leave to bring his American sketches?* But I can trust you my love. Of course he is all very well a3 an ac-quaintances-nothing more.M

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rejoined Lena. "That does not make him grandson of Lord Alphington?" Lena sighed. Could her heart have been touched so soon? What was it that responded to St. Lawrence's expressive glances, to the tones of his voice? Why did a shiver pass throv.'Th her, as if a cold mist had suddenly obscured the sun, as she contrasted him with that other man whose wife she had already in'her own mind determined to be? In the meantime, however, she might receive St. Lawrence's homage to her charms. She did not feel bound to turn a deaf ear to other admirers, either now or hereafter, because she could bestow her hand only on one. "I shall like so much to see the sketches," observed Bertha—"I delight in sketches." "Very well, then," said Lena, with a faint smile: "since mamma lias set Mr. Lawrence down as one of my admirers already, you shall take the sketch-book, and I the artist." "Agreed I am quite willing," returned Bertha, laughing and there the subject dropped.

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CNAFTER XIV. /.

St. Lawrence was not long in availing himself of Mrs. Dalton's permission to call.- He appeared at Ivy Cottage early in the following week, a wellfilled sketch-book under his arm.

It was a warm evening the bay-win-dow of the pretty drawiifg-room stood open, and the scent of lilac, hawthorn, and other spring blossoms came wafted in with the breeze. Lena sat at the window, with a morsel of lace-work in' her hand she looked lovely in her spotless tfhite dress, and was perfectly conscious that she did so. Bertha, on the contrary, was pale, and appeared tired. She had seated herself in the shadow of

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uie curtain, in oraer to re»i ner eyes. The day was hot for the early season she had been at Miss Beaumont's school. where she had many pupils, some of whom were so totally wanting in both ear and taste for music that she felt the lessons only waste of time on both sides—and this added greatly to her fatigue. Mrs. Dalton ceclined*in a loung-inr-chair, a novel in her hand.

They all for different reasons united in welcoming St. Lawrence. Mrs. Dalton was always glad of a change—of anything that saved her the trouble of amusing herself. Lena was ready to seize the opportunity of deepening the impression she had already made and Bertha wap pleased with the prospect of turning over the sketch-book.

St. Lawrence delighted in female society—the more so, perhaps, as circumstances had offered liim few opportunities of indulging his taste in that direction. This elegant little home, Mrs. Dalton's pleasant, cordial manner, and the beauty and grace of at least one of its inmates charmed hirn. He congratulated himself on obtaining an introduction to a family with whom he might occasionally pass an hour so agreeably.

If Lena's beauty had struck him at first sight, he seemed only to be aware of its perfection now that he yaw her at home—plaits of golden hair crowning her lovely head, soft white drapery floating about her graceful form—anil to Lena he devoted himself for the first part of the evening. During the hour or two in which the sketch-book was displayed, he felt chilled 'and disappointed. Lena professed a love for art, and declared that of all things she delighted in sketching from nature but St. Lawrence soon found that she had no knowledge of the subject, and began strongly to suspect that she had no real feeling. He was not the man to admire a shallow or ignorant observation because it fejl from beautiful lips and. almost involuntarily, his eyes sought Bertha's countenance, as she turned over the book.

He could not but notice how the jaded look vanished from her face, now her color rose, her eyes brightened, and the thought passed" through his mind that Douglas was right that this girl was lovely with a far more spirituel beauty than her elder sister.

After the sketches had been turned over and the book closed, they sat by the open window talking through the long twilight. St. Lawrence had traveled through many lands, aud was an accurate observer of men and things. Topic after topic presented itself—Bertha's intelligent questions and bright observations, sometimes fanciful, sometimes serious, keeping the conversation alive. Mrs. Dalton, unless she could run on in her own way upon some topic of momentary interest, was too indolent to talk, even if she had been endowed with any conversational powers. Lena had no idea of any necessity for exerting herself, or she would probably have made some effort on the present occasion. It was enough for her to look and smile—and she did smile on the young landscape-painter, making no doubt but that she was raising him to the seventh heaven by her condescension.

They were sitting by the bay-window. looking into the garden the sun was setting to the right, casting long shadows from the trees across the lawn bands of gray clouds intersected the amber sky, taking a tinge of rose on their edges—a tint of pale, pure green intervened between the gold below and the blue above. "What a lovely sunset! What glorious colors!" Bertha exclaimed, as she sat opposite her sister, fronting the sun. "I think few people are sufficiently impressed by the beauty of color," remarked St. Lawrence. "I believe in nine cases out of ten those who profess 'to admire jewels and flowers would turn

St. Lawrence turned inquiringly to Bertha, who related all she Knew of the circumstances'— her adventure in the omnibus, her call upon Mrs. Lemont, and the subsequent loss of the ring during her absence,'when she had found Lord Alphington to be its owner. "You think, from the appearance of the man who lost the ring, that he could not have been the legitimate owner?" interrogated St. Lawrence. "What was it about him that made you think EO?"

Bertha described the man, and St. Lawrence remained for a few minutes as if lost in thought and then rousing himself he thanked Bertha for her sto: y. "It is altogether a singular inciden'-." he said: "I shall feel much interested in knowing if anything further comes of it." "I will tell you if anything more is ever heard," promised Bertha "the story certainlv ought to have a conclusion—especially with the prophecy attached to it."

St. Lawrence requested. "Lord Alphington is my authority." said Bertha. "lie told me of an old tradition in the family that whoever wore the ring for three times seven days—I think that was the charmed number—would be Countess of Alphington. I suppose the inventor of the propliecy believed the ring to be too small for any but a lady's hand. I won

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der how long that little man in the om- es of one to whom she felt so great niKna *i'Aro it* An Vita 'o_nlr»w_li\rtk An. Knmi/mnnAn oe eKa fait, til Rl

nibus wore it on his bird's-claw-like fin ger?" "The man seems to have impressed you." observed St. Lawrence, looking at Bertha with an expression of great interest, as if he began to see her in a

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new lignt. wouia you recognize nmi if you saw him again?" "Immediately," Bertha returned. "I should know him by his restless black eyes, too near together, his thin, aquiline nose, his thin lips, always in motion, and his dark hair in little corkscrew curls." "It's quite ridiculous how you noticc people's faces, Bertha," put in" Mrs. Dalton. "I never do. And vet you are not what I call observant. You didn't see that Mrs. Maxwell had on anew bonnet at church last Sunday." "I suppose we don't all observe the same things, mamma," Bertha said: and a smile played round the corners of her lips

St. Lawrence was plunged in thought for a few minutes, and tlien he again regarded Bertha with the same expression of deep interest. "Did you wear that ring the approved number of days?''lie asked, recurring to the prophecy. "I wore it rather more than a month so I suppose the charm was broken," she replied. "I think we are never to hear the last of that ring," said Mrs. Dalton. "The first time Mr. Fancourt called upon us his visit was about that ring." "Mr. Fancourt!" St. Lawrence exclaimed, a sharp ring in his voice. "Lori Alphington grandson," Mrs. Dalton explained—"the young man who has just been proved heir to the earldom. It is quite a romantic story. Of course we shall be introduced to him when we go to stay with our friends, Sir Stephen and Lady Langley, at the Larches—they are neighbors of Lord Alphington's. But he-called to inquire about the ring."

St. Lawrence glanced quickly first at Bertha then at Lena. Bertha* had evidently heard Fancourt's name mentioned with perfect indifference. Lena cast down her eyes with a conscious look, as she felt St. Lawrence's eyes bent upon her. She began to replace the working-materials she had been engaged upon in the dainty little basket, as if to conceal her embarrassment.

St. Lawrence's lip curled. The slight expression of contempt she did not see nor, if she had noticed it, would she have interpreted it aright. Her vanity would not permit her to imagine that any unengaged man she met might not become her adorer. Feeling as she did the power of St. Lawrence's noble bearing and courteous manner might exert over her, in addition to the straightforward honesty that shone from his clear gray eyes, and the refinement and mental cultivation that made itself evident in the modulation of his voice, she was merely balancing the question as to whether she would allow him to fall in love with her or not.

Conversation returned to indifferent topics. The long spring twilight closed in, and Mrs. Dalton rang for the lamp. St. Lawrence soon rose to go. "I have a large picture oh my easel I shall be happy to show you, if you and your daughters would "think it worth "while to take the trouble of visiting mv studio." he said as he shook hands with Mrs. Dalton.

Mrs. Dalton did not care very much about the pictures, but she was always glad of an excuse for going out. glad "of anything for a change: she therefore graciously signified that she would be happy to pay him a visit with her elder daughter. "My vounger daughter is much engaged." she added.

Bertha's countenance fell, something of the old weary look returned—and this was not lost*upon St. Lawrence.

The occurrences of the evening had given him much to think of and speculate upon. lie sat up late, throwing open his window, and gazing up at the strip of sky that the view from it permitted him to see. He might have been an astrologer seeking to read the future in the stars. While the smoke from his cigar ascended into the still night air, he pondered much over what he had seen and heard.

with indifference from the splendor of the sky, or with perhaps a more casual observation, chiefly relating to its promise of fine weather But only look what jewel radiance is displayed before us there—topaz, sapphire, chrysolite, and amethyst." "And the whole one great opal," supplemented Bertha. "I believe your head runs upon opals," laughed Lena. "Did I not hear something about an antique opal ring that came into your possession, and then disappeared again in an unaccountable manner?" said St. Lawrence, addressing himself to Lena. "It is strange how reports fly about. Does rumor this time tell the truth." "The story of that tiresome ring is Bertha's." answered Lena. "I $mi sure we have heard enough of it. But Bertha, I dare say. will tell you about it if you wish. I "really have "nothing to do with it."

Mingled with many anxious considerations as to his own fortunes were thoughts of those wliom he had just left. There seemed to him a great discrepancy. The Daltons' house was small, but there were signs of elegant tastes not ungratified. Mrs. Dalton and the elder daughter were dressed fashionably, in a style that necessarily entailed no small outlay. The latter, too, indulged in the languid, indolent airs of a fine lady. She had ceased to charm him, in spite of her beauty. During that evening he had read her character tolerably correct, and it certainly did not inspire him with any warm regard. How was it. he asked himself, that the younger sister was compelled to work, and to work hard, apparently? How was it there was such a marked difference in her appearance? He felt interested in her—for Douglas's sake, he told himself—and was inclined to resent in her behalf the distinction made. "She is sweet and sympathetic, as well as animated and intelliwiit-."' hia thoughts ran "the other is handsome, but uninteresting—selfish and ambitious if I mistake not. Douglas will be a fortunate man if he succeeds in winning Bertha." With a half-sigh as he came to this conclusion, he closed the window and went to bed, wnfcre he tossed uneasily for some time before sleep brought forgetfulntss.

Bertha had thoroughly enjoyed the evening. It was rarelv she mefr with any onejso companionable. The clever sketches, also, had been a great treat to her. She began to think that an occasional visit from Mr. St. Lawrence would add much to the few pleasures of her life.

Lena, in the solitude of her own room, shed a few bitter tears, so much had the impression that St. Lawrence had made upon her on their first meeting been deepened by further acquaintance. She was obliged to confess to herself that he was a man she could have loved, and a vista opened itself to her of another life than that she had hith-

What is that?" asked St. Lawrence. "Only nonsense." interposed Mrs. Dalton" "I wonder that you repeat such stuff. Bertha, when you know now impossible it is that it can ever be ful- erto set before her view but sh6 resofilled in your case "It is just because it is so absurdly impossible that 1 do repeat it," Bertha rejoined, smilingly. "Let me hear this absurd impossibility'!

lutely turned away. Dashing the tears from her eyes, sue accused herself of folly. It never for a moment occurred to her that she might not be able to bring St. Lawrence to her feet if she chose. She took it for granted that, if she engaged herself to Fancourt, the other would be in despair. "But he cannot expect that I should think of him seriously," she said to herself. "He has nothing to offer me."

She felt inclined to rebel at fate for not having given title and wealth to the man she would have preferred—for condemning her to receive the address-

repugnance as she felt to Fancourt and then an uneasy feeling took possession of her that perhaps she was not so secure of the heir expectant as she had at first supposed. Mr. Fancourt—now the Honorable Mr. Fancourt—had called

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agatn soon alter his first visit, and n. had shown his admiration in what from any one but the heir to an earldom would have been an offensive manner. She however had been careful not to betray that she felt any cause of offense. But since then he had not returned. She had watched for him day after day, and evening after evening "during tne last week, and he had not come. She began to feel vexed and mortified at his non-appearance.

Highly as She esteemed her own powers or fascination^ she was half afraid lest some one in his own sphere might have come between them—some highborn demofcelU to whom his eyes might have turned, and whom Lord Alpliington would more willingly accept as the bride of his grandson and heir.

This uncertainty furthered Fancourt's suit much more effectually than his presence could have done. She for the moment forgot her dislike to the man in her anxiety to clutch the future coronet. And thus St. Lawrence's image gave place to her accustomed visions of splendors to come.

[The remaining chapters of this romance will be found in the Weekly and Saturday issues of the GAZETTE. I

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a preparation of the Drug by which it8„ injurious 0(Toots are removed, wlillo th© valuable medicinal pronertinsarn retained. It poBsesBcs ali the nodntive.anodv antispasmodic powers of Opium, but pro-s duces no sickncss of the stomach, no vom itiiiR, nocostivenes8.no hocdache. I11 acute littivous disorders it is an invaluable remedy. and is recommtmdoU by the best Physicians.

E. FERRETT, Agent,

". 372 Pearl St., Jiew Y«rk.

WRIGHT'S

Indian

Vegetable

Cleanse the Bowels and purify the Blood, cui*e Bilious attacks and give healthy activity to tho Liver. A few dosos taken in the Spring and Fall will prevent porioue sickness.

E. FERRETT, Agent,

393 Pearl St., New York.

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