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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 9. 1882

BERTHA'S TRIUMPH

A Eri?ht and Readable Romance of English Life.

The Interesting History of an Opal Ring-

CHAPTER XVII.

The samp sort of depression under •which St. Lawrence was suffering affected Uertiia Dalton she lost her appetite. and the faint wild-rose bloom' faded from her cheeks, excepting when some transient emotion sent the warm blood flying to her face. Her employments became distasteful to her, and she felt most truly thankful when her mother expressed a wish that she should decline taking any more pupils after the holidays. She felt her strength giving way her old pursuits and amusements lost their charm she wandered about the garden instead of working in it, and listlessly turned over the pages of the books she attempted to read, finding no interest except in her favorite pods. When she sung, she chose pathetic songs, but often, before they were ended, lier voice faltered, and she broke off'abruptly.

Her mother and sister did not notice her mood—they were too much wrapped up in their own concerns. I^ena—perhaps in some degree influenced by the pictures of splendor and gayetv her mother was always holding up before her eyes—had succeeded, as she believed, in crushing all the more tender dealings out of her heart, and had deiiniteiy made up her mind to accept Fancourt. This being the case, she began to think it was time he came to the point. She wished to have her fate settled beyond recall. She, too, was restless and unhappy, and longed to have within her grasp tho prize tUflt was costing her so much. She was no fool, and, even if she had been fancy free, could not have closed her, eves to tlie defects of the man she had determined to marry. Bertha openly expressed her dislike of the Honorable Mr. Fancourt, much to Mrs. Dalton's displeasure, and Lena could but acknowledge to herself that, if he had presented himself to her under any other aspect than as heir to a peerage, he would have been intolerable. lint the coronet dazzled her eyes, and she persuaded herself that in the rank to which such a marriage would raise her she need not see much of her husband. The world, in the gay scenes of which she intended to talce her full share, would come between them, and while he went his way sho would go hers, letting him know that he was to consider it enough if she did the honors of his house gracefully and well.

She was also desirous that a positive engagement should take place before Bertha, her mother, and herself went on their autumn visit to the Larches.— It would be a good opportunity for her to bo introduced to Lord Alphington as his grandson's promised bride. Of his consent to the marriage she felt assured. She believed him to be simple in his habits, too unambitious, not to be satisfied as long as his grandson w^made choice of a lady: and, as Lena 1 surveyed her beautiful face and graceful form in the mirror, she knew there -could be no question on that score.

The morning was bright and beautiful after the heavy storm of the night before the sun had not yet had power to dry up the rain-drops that still sparkled in the chalices ot the flowers: the air was full of sweet scents, and rthe birds rejoiced as if in a second spring. "lib will come to-day," said Lena, as attired in an elegant morning costume, she sat down in her favorite place near the indow, and took up a book under pretense of employment. "Then, my love, I shall make some excuse to go out," announced the prudent mother "and pray do not be so coal in your manner to him as

mv hopes for you." Lena's lovely face assumed an expression of disdain. She had sufficient consciousness of what was good and noble to feel contempt for her mother's sor»did axioms, when she heard them enunciated. even while she acted upon them. This consciousness had grown upon her unawares during her intimacy with St. Lawrence and even now, as she sat looking out into the sunny garden, a keen pang shot through her as she "thought how he would despise her could he read her heart. Little she knew that he had read her through and through—that early in their aequaint.ance ho had tried her in the balance and found her wanting, and that not all her beautv, all her wiles, had. power to •make'him alter his judgment one jot or one tittle.

Soon after luncheon Bertha, who was in the gr.r-U'ji. th~ sound of horses' hoofs it .t tha .rite, and Sarah was summoned to admit the Honorable Mr. Fancourt. The groom led away his horse and, seeing Bertha, Fancourt advanced toward her. She received hira with a distant bow, keeping, her garden-basket in h-r Land. She always avoided shaking hands with him when possible. I "Mrs. and Miss Dalton are within,' I I understand?" he said, thinking to liimself that when lie had married Lena he would make her sister pay for her cold and haughtv maimer. 5 "Vos/thev are at home, lou will

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sometimes. believe lie would have proposed before, this, if you hud seemed to hold him so at arm slength." "Thanks, mamma," Lena languidly returned. "I know what I'm about, never fear. Mr. Fancourt is not bashful, 1 assure yen. It is quite necessary he should be made to feel that lie is in the presence of different sort of a woman from those I imagine he lias been accustomed to." "1 dare sav you are right, my precious one." Mrs. Dalton admitted. But you cannot blame me if I am anxious to see you so admirably settled—beyond

find them tne arawing-room, think," Bertha answered and then she turned and continued her occupation of tying up some carnations, plainly intimating that she wished for no -conversation with him.

Fancourt bit his lip, and went up the walk toward the house, switching at the flowers with his riding-whip as he went along, to Bertha's great annoyance. Nor was he yet to reach the presence of his lady-love without encountering an enemy.

Pinch seemed impressed with the idea that he was fulfilling the whole duty of a good dog by lying upon the steps leaainc up to the front door, blinking in tne sun, with one ear cocked up to listen for intruders. Pinch had taken a great aversion to the Honorable Mr. Fancourt and now, as soon as he saw him, he sprang up snarling and showing his teeth. Sarah stood with the open door in her hand, ready to admit the visitor. "Bo quiet, Pinch," she said—"lie down, sir."

But Pinch found it necessary to give vent to his feelings by making an imaginary onslaught on the Honorable Mr. Fancourt's boots as he went up the steps. •I wonder your mistress can keep such a brute," said that gentleman to Sarah, as he entered the passage. "We don't consider him a snappish dog in the general way, sir," returned Sarah, who rather sympathized with Pinch's feelings, not liking gentlefolk who treated servants "as if they were dirt," as she confided to Martha. "The Honorable Mr. Fancourt," she announced, throwing open the draw-ing-room door before he had time to reply.

Mrs. Dalton's reception was cordial. She met him with outstretched hand. "I am so glad to see you," she said. "It is quite an unexpected pleasure. I thought you had gone off to tho moors probably, and forgotten all about your friends here." "There are some not easy to forget," Fancourt responded, with a glance at Lena.

Lena was languid, and rather cool. As she had told her mother, she knew perfectly well what she was about, and how to regulate the thermometer of her manner.

Fancourt took a seat near Mrs. Dalton, and opposite to Lena. The conversation turned on ordinary topics—the close of the exhibitions and the opera, the different places of autumn resort: inul Mrs. Dalton's plans fortheensuii months were inquired into. "We shall be Lord Alphington\s neighbors for a time," said Mrs. Dalton. "in the course of September we are going to spend a month at the Larches, with our old friends Sir Stephen and Ladv Langley." "Oh—ali--exactly," Fancourt stammered, as his countenance fell. "Rather slow down there, isn't itV Can't you manage to go to Scarborough, or Trouville, or somewhere where there's something going on? There's deuced good fun at some of those French wat-ering-places, I've heard. I thought of taking a run over but I shan't care for going unless you afe going too—'pon my honor, I shan't." "You are complimentary," said Mrs. Dalton, smiling benignly. "But an old woman musn't take such fine speeches to herself where there is a young one in the way." "Ah, well—no, it isn't likely," allowed Fancourt, his bold eyes fixed upon Lena, who could scarcely conceal her disgust. "And you men of the world are such deceivers," Mrs. Dalton resumed, playfully. "There's no knowing when you mean what you say." "It isn't so in this quarter, by Jove!" Fancourt exclaimed. "You don't think so—now do you. Miss Dalton?" "IIow should I know?" Lena parried. "I dare say you're all much alike." "You shouldn't say that—'pon my honor you shouldn't," said Fancourt, beginning to feel, as he always did under the immediate influence of Lena's beauty, that ho could not wait longer without securing her for his own.

Conversation nagged, as it usually did when Fancourt was present—he himself would have declared that he never had anything to say to women. Mrs. Dalton thought that he had sat staring at Lena quite long enough. "By the way," she said, as if a sudden thought had struck her, "if Mr. Fancourt will excuse me I will take advantage of this fine afternoon to look in on Mrs. Barton. Talking of old age reminded me of her." "Shall I go with you, mamma?" Lena asked, feeling as if she dreaded what she had just before been plotting to obtain. "Oh, no, my love, thanks. Mrs. Barton is so very deaf that it's really of 110 use for more than one to go at a time," said Mrs. Dalton. "Bv-by," she added, playfully, kissing the tips of her fingers to Fancourt. "Stay and take care of Lena till I come back."

Mrs. Dalton left the room as she spoke, and Fancourt found himself for the first time alone with the object of his passion. lie had scarcely arranged for making any definite proposal immediately, though he had at that moment a gift "in his pocket which he intended to present by way of assuring himself how the land lay.

At first ho had hoped to persuade Lena to agree to a sccret engagement, if not to a secret marriage but lie soon found that he must give up any such idea. There was a certain dignity about her that kept him in check, just as Lena intended it should. Kor could he flatter himself that he had excited any such feeliug in her breast as would induce her to make a sacrifice for his sake. He perceived, as plainly as if Lena had put ft into words, that, if he desired to win her, it must be openly—that she would condescend to nothing less than an acknowledged position. This conviction forced upon him, had cost him many anxious days and sleepless nights but now, as he found himself alone with her, as he sat opposite" to her gazing at her beauty, he was carried away by his passion. Of self-restraint he knew nothing lie told himself that he would not, could not bear to leave his fate longer undecided—that he won hi dare all rather than run the risk of losing her and, if anybody came between them, let them beware! lie moved his seat close to Lena's lier heart began to turn sick within her, but she made no sign—she merely remarked on the beauty of the day. Fancourt drew a morocco case from his picket, and edging his chair nearer till it touched hers, he opened the case and laid the contents before her. "Oh, how beautiful!" she exclaimed, as she saw a splendid diamond-and-em-erald bracelet disolaved*

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"lo you admire it?" ancourt asKea. fixing his bold eyes upon her, and bending till she felt his hot breath on her clieek. "It is for my future wife."

Lena shrank back "in spite of herself but she made up her mind and stifled her repugnance. "Your future wife!" she exclaimed, with a pretty pretense of -surprise.— "Oh, Mr. Fancourt, how sly of you to keep such a secret all this time. Who is the lady, if I may ask?" "Do you not know. Madelina?" inquired Fancourt, still keeping the same position. "I? IIow should 1 possibly know?" she answered, with a bewitching air of coyness. "It is you, Lena," said Fancourt, seizing one of her hands and carrying it to his lips.

Lana trembled. There was yet time to draw back. The case with its glittering treasure lay 011 her knee should she tell him to take it away—that she would have none of it? Fancourt saw the hesitation he felt the hand he held half withd *awn, but clasped it closely. "Lena," he said, "I love you passionately, desperately! You must have known it. You may make of me what you will, but, by Heaven, I will never give you up."

His face glowed, his voice became almost hoarse with concentrated passion he felt at that moment capable of killing her, rather than that she should ever belong to another. "What would you have that I cannot give you?" he continued, speaking thick and last. "Wealth? Everything that you can desire shall be poured out at your feet! Rank? You shall queen it "with the highest in the land—more beautiful than them all!"

Again he attempted to draw her toward him. and this time she did not resist, though still her heart sank within her. Until quite lately she had never thought of love in her visions of the future, never longed for it why should she feel a pang of regret that she was shutting herself out from it for ever? It was only a fair exchange that this man wanted, a bargain—she giving her beauty, he riches and position. As he felt her yield, he looked at her exultingly, and then, throwing his arms round lier, he kissed her passionately, almost fiercely. 011 her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. 'She, pale, and cold as ice, yielded for a moment to his embrace, and then shudderingly strove to extricate herself. Her lips quivered she covered her face with her hands. "You are too rough, and too bold," she said. "Then let me make atonement," he requested, as he stooped for the bracelet that had slipped from her knee. "Let me clasp this on that lovely arm 'pon my honor, I had no intention to offend. You don't mean to say a fellow isn't to take a kiss from the girl he loves? And I do love you, Lena—by Jove, I do!" As he spoke he dropped on one knee, and, drawing down ner hand, clasped the splendid bracelet round her arm. "Now, I hold you mine," he cried, his eyes all aflame— "mine, whatever comes?"

Again Lena shivered as if a cold spirit-breath had touched lier. *Was it a warning? If so, it passed unheeded. "Yes," she responded faintly, her pulses seeming to stand still.

He would have clasped her again, but she sprung from her seat she could bear no more. Her cheeks flushed scarlct "I wish you would go," she cried "you have agitated me. I would rather be alone." "Go," exclaimed Fancourt, "now that vou have said the word? You are enough to drive a fellow distracted— 'pon my honor, you are!" "Oh, nonsense!" Lena rejoined petulantly. "Why am I driving you distracred? I am not quite well—my head aches don't you see that I am not well?" "No, I see nothing but that you are the most beautiful of women and you are mine!" said Fancourt, as if to assure himself of the fact. "Yes," Lena admitted, once more, sinking into hsr seat again, and passing her hand across her brow "and now go—you persecute me."

Fancourt's brow knitted an evil look came into his eyes. lie knew that this woman who had promised to be his did not love him but he would have her nevertheless. No thought of giving her up crossed his mind. "You speak strangely, fair Lena," he said, bitterly, resuming his seat by her side, and placing his arm round her waist. "It's a queer way to treat a fellow you have just accepted by Jove, it is!"

Lena's breast heaved she could scarcely keep from hysterical crying. "I really am not well," she said "it will be different to-morrow." "Do you then want me to leave you? Must I not see you till to-morrow?" asked Fancourt. somewhat appeased. "It is a long banishment truly," replied Lena, forcing a smile. "You are cruel," Fancourt rejoined. "I scarcely understand you 'pon my honor, that is a fact." "It is not difficult to understand that I want time to think," said Lena, more gentty. "To think of what?" Fancourt asked. "It is too late to think of drawing back, if that's what you want to think about. You have given your word you need not think I will not hold you to it." "I have no wish to draw back," Lena returned more firmly than sho had yet spoken. "But, if you wish me not to repent, leave me now." "Till to-morrow then," said Fancourt, kissing her again and again— caresses that Lena passively submitted to, not daring to repel him further. "Yes, only till to-morrow," she said. "Think or me tlien beautiful Lena, as I shall think of you." said Fancourt, as he rose from his seat. "Be kinder to me when we meet again."

With these words, which sounded almost like a threat, he went away, and Lena was left alone.

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When Fancourt was gone, Lena, hot tears springing to her eyes, her bps compressed, her finders tightly interlaced, walked rapidly up and down the room, her breath coming in sob-like gasps. She had gained the object of ner life and what were her feelings at the moment? Something like feelings of despair.

It was only lately that such a wild and unprofitable idea as a marriage for love had ever even entered her mind— entered it only to be crushed out. It was, after all, no wonder that she acted according to the creed in which she had been brought up. She knew that her father had missed chances of advance­

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ment, and that he might have been a richer man had he not nourished high ideas of purity and honor. From her earliest years she had heard her mother lament over his folly, and recount the various advantages they might have enjoved if her father hid been more sensible—more like other people—till she had learned to distrust her better impulses as likely to lead her astray—to interfere with the real business of life.

At this dark hour, which ought to have been the supremest hour of her life, her heart turned with a wild yearning toward St. Lawrence but, if he had come to her and asked for her love, would she have given up all her prospects in life to be the wife of a mere nobody, a struggling artist? She had asked herself this, and inwardly answered, "No—a thousand times no." It was best as it had befallen—and at any rate it was of no avail now to think of what might have been. She hastily dashed the blinding tears from her eyes, and resolved from henceforth only to keep in view the future that lay before her as Countess of Alphington. In pursuance of this determination, as she continued to pace the room, she went over in her imagination a variety of scenes in which she would mingle, splendidly dressed, loaded with jewels, outshining all by lier beauty and grace, admired, caressed, envied, till the color returned to her cheeks, the rapid step became more lingering, and at last, with something likaa smile of triumph, she prepared to meet Bertha, who came in from the garden.

Mrs. Dalton, when she went out, spoke to Bertha as she passed through the garden, and cautioned lier against interrupting the Me-a-tete and, much as Bertha disliked this maneuver, she could not diametrically oppose herself to her mother's injunctions. Many things was she compelled to suffer in silence, much that was painful to her had she to endure but it would have been of 110 use to raise dissensions without the power to alter what she did not approve. When she saw Fancourt traverse the path leading to the gate, without turning into the sidewalk to speak to her, when she heard him calling harshly to the groom who was leading the horses backward and forward, a hope arose that Lena's better feelings had prevailed at the list moment, and that the Honorable Mr. Fancourt had been rejected.

Judging by what lier own feelings would be after such a necessarily agitating interview, she still lingered amoi.gst the flower-beds, and walked two or three times up and down the walk that bounded the kitchen-garden, where two or three rows of venerable fruit-trees almost formed an arch overhead. At length, anxious to know ho .v the interview had ended, she returned to the house, prepared to offer such sympathy as she could. "Lena had succeeded in conquering her rebellion against the maxims to which, until now, she had given unhesitating adherence, and had become her old self again by the time Bertha joined her. She stood in the middle of the room, a cold, proud expression on her beautiful face an expression that seemed to defv and repel censure and sympathy the diamond-and-emerald bracelet still glittering on her arm. It caught Bertha's eye as she entered, and her heart sunk. The acceptance of such a gift could have only one meaning.— With a mocking smile Lena regarded her sister's grave countenance. "Well, Bertha." she said, "why do you not congratulate me?" "Is it all settled then?" Bertha asked in anxious tones. "Yes, it is all settled," Lena replied, stifling a sigh. "Is not this a sufficiently splendid betrothal gift?" She held out her arm as she spoke that Bertha might examine the bracelet. "It is very splendid," said Bertha, "but Lena dear, if I could only be sure that you love Mr. Fancourt!" "Love!" Lena repeated, with a bitter laugh. "One would think you were a shepherdess living in the golden age. Pray, fair Amaryllis, celebrate your love for Damon as much as you please, but don't attempt to bring your pastorals into every-day life in this nineteenth century!"

Bertha looked into Lena's face sadly, the tears rising to her eyes this light speech revealed more thoroughly than an open confession would have done the aching of her heart. Bertha put her arms round her sister's neck, and kissed her. "Is it too late?" she said. "Yes, it is too late, you little goose!" Lena replied, shaking" off Bertha's caress, as if she dared not trust herself to any softening mood. "And pray do not look at me so pitifully it really does not seem to me that the future Countess of Alphington will be a subject for compassion. And here comes mamma just in time to wish me joy.

Mrs. Dalton, after remaining away sufficiently long to allow the momentous interview to come to a conclusion, returned in some trepidation. She believed she cotdd trust her elder daughter—she had no reason to doubt that she would take a sufficiently practical view of her own interests still at times Lena betrayed sudden flashes of feeling that were beyond her maternal comprehension—ana these made lier uneasy. It was her chief care to bring all her influence and authority to bear upon her daughters so as to secure their establishment in life and thfcir consequent happiness upon the surest foundation— that of worldly prosperity. Mrs. Dalton was quite sincere in her belief that she was thus promoting their highest welfare, and fulfilling her duties in the most admirable manner.

Letting herself in through the gate by her latch-key, she walkea hurriedly up to the house, rather expecting to find Fancourt still tlieWf, and prepared to give him lier motherly blessing. On reaching the drawing-room, however, she found only the two girls, and for the moment a shade of fear crossed her mind but she also noticed the glittering jewel on Lena's arm, and was reassured. "My precious Lena," she exclaimed, coming forward and embracing her, "I need not ask—I see all is as it should be. I congratulate you a thousand times, my love." '•That is right, mamma," Lena responded, with the same half-contempt-uous smile with which she had announced her engagement to her sister "I have not been able to extort one atom of congratulation from Bertha." "I hope, though of course in a lesser wav, you will take lesson by your sister's success, and learn a little common sense," said Mrs. Dalton. regarding her

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Mrs. Dalton, who had been standing all this time, sat down to allow Bertha to affix the lace to her still bright and abundant hair. "I don't wonder that you didn't find Lord Alphington either cold or proud, Bertha. lie seemed t% take quite a fancy to you," said Lena. "I think the possession of the opal ring must have exerted some magic charm. But I'm determined to make him like me. I know I can if I choose." "Of course you can, my love," Mrs. Dalton assented.

Lena threw herself wearily upon the couch, resting her head on her arm.— She felt as if she could never like to sit acrain on her favorite low chair by the window. "Mamma." she said, after a while, lifting her head, "I've a good mind to make Mr. Fancourt get mie a ring made exactly like the one that has been lost. I could give the jeweler the description and draw the design from memory, I'm sure. Don't you remember, when I first saw it, I said I wished it was mine? And now I should have aright to wear it." "You may have one made like it, but it won't be the real thing," Bertha observed, as she stood by the window. "I would have nothing to do with counter felts." "What does it matter?" Lena rejoined, pettishly. "Of course the stones will be real." "And the opal is symbolic of truth in love," said Bertha, without looking round. "Take care it never loses its fiery glow." "One would think yon were superstitious about that ring","' remarked Lena, flushing. "Not I." Bertha returned with a smile. "It has proved false—otherwise it is I who ought to be the future Countess of Alphington." "You!" exclaimed Mrs. Dalton.— "That would have been very unlikely." "Very unlikely indeed, mamma," Bertha assented gravely, without, however, adding the thought that was in her mind, that, if the Honorable Mr. Fancourt had been heir to twenty earl doms, with all the wealth of the Indies to boot, he would have sued her in vain. [The remaining chapters of this romance will be found in the Weekly and Saturday issues of the GAZETTE. I

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court go away? Why did he not wait to s°e me?" "I sent him away—he will come tomorrow—don't be afraid," said Lena, unclasping the gorgeous bracelet from her arm. "I wonder when lie will wish the wedding to be.'' Mrs. Dalton ran on, occupied with her own th.^ghts. "Of course there will be settlements and all that sort of thing: it won't interfere with our visit to the Larches, I supjose. The Honorable Mr. Fancourt can't be married at a few days' notice, like a common person. And there will be your trousseau to prepare. You can let hie have the money you received for your last term, Bertha it isn't much, but it will help. You see how right I was in desiring you to give up your pupils for you to teach would be quite unfitting when your sister is about to move in such a position and I must' again beg, Bertha, that you will never mention a word ab6ut your having been a teacher—it would never do to let a report get about that the Honorable Mrs. Fancourt's sister had been obliged to give lessons." Mrs. Dalton had been untying her bonnet-strings and unfastening her mantel while she spoke. She stopped quite out of breath. "Snail I take your bonnet up-stairs for you, mamma?" Bertha asked, without making any reply to her mother's remarks. "Do—there's a dear," said Mrs. Dalton. "I declare I'm all in a flutter, I'm so delighted. If I were you, Lena, I Bhould insist upon having the drawingrooms in Magnus Square newly furnished, if you are to live there. If they have been shut up since Lady Alphington's death, seven or eight-and-twenty years the hangings and decorations must be quite old-fashioned and faded now. And the family jewels will of course be reset. Have you heard Mr. Fancourt say anything about them?" "Scarcely yet, mamma." Lena replied "and I very much question whether Mr. Fancourt knows anything about them himself. Old Lord Alphington keeps him very much at arm's length, I suspect. I wonder at that—don't you?— Such a charming grandson as he has got!" "Well, I don't exactly know about charming," said Mrs. Dalton, not understanding Lena's tone of irony "but we cannot have everything, you know, and it is at any rate right that you should think so, or say so," she added, correeting herself. "I think you said you found Lord Alphington cold and haughty when you met him at the Larches?" "Oh, no, mamma!" Bertha exclaimed, who entered at the moment with a delicate little structure of lace in her hand, which Mrs. Dalton dignified by the name of cap. "I don't think he was cold at all. Sit down, please, mamma, and I will fasten this on for you."

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