Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 April 1883 — Page 2

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*sB' **My dear.ar, yoa nave mistaken my ,4' •V- "£!I 'meaning," answered Harry, deeply af- •-.», jfected- /Thank Heaven! I am not in want of money.* "What can I do for yon, then?" "Why, %ir, you were kind enough this morning to express a desire that yoa

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{might have an opportunity ol* doing mc a favor. Ton have now the opportunity in fact, the happiness or misery of my failure life lies in your hands!" •'What is it. mv bovf I'll be featured if I can understand you." "To speak plainly, sir, I love yc daughter, and she returns my affecti Have I your permission to make ber •wife?"

For half a minute the old gentlen sat silent and motionless. Then, spe

ing slowly, he replied: "That was. very last thing in.my .thoughts, and*

„s sr# shock upset for a moment. She is prf- %^-s'only thiqg left now that I have to live•. but of course it must come sooner

later." The old general, deeply agitat bent his head down "for a moment, th

as if recovering himself, he said huski "Take her, my boy. I am sorry, than sorry, to part with her but I wo» sooner you had her than anybody else the world."

The tears stood in the old gentlema eyes as Harry seized his hand and claimed: "General, I will never be the cause separating you from your child."

The general shook his head doubting "In my old home down in Warwi ehire there is room for half-a-dozen fa lies, and if you will consent to take

-vyv.' your abode with us, nobody will be pleased than myself" A hearty shake of the hands was only reply, and St. Albans quitted •. Den feo full of happiness tlAt the ho seemed too Small and contracted, and was obliged to go out into the park to walk off some of his excitement.

Meanwhile, after lunch, Isabel' iiad ,, turned to the mdrning-i-oom. She had not beenseated very longw -.. the door opened, and Horace Aus walked in. "Mr. Austen cried Isabel in surpri "Yes, Miss Carlton," answered Aust who looked pale and worried, "and •r trust yon will pardon my intrusion."

Isabel hpwed assent. "Your butler told me you were he and alone, and as I- particularly wish to see you, I thought I- would .take v" ,! vantage of the circumstance." "What can I do for you, Mr. Auste. "Everything, Miss Carlton,'' replied^:. young man, turning very pale. fact is, 1 have come down here on pose to—to—to settle my future fate. you understand me?"

Isabel immediately thought -of her cousin Lucy, and replied encouragingly "I think I do, Mr. Austen, and I may say that I do not fancy you have any ne-v-i cessity to be so nervous oyer the matter." "Indeed! Is that really so?" cried the poor fellow, seizing her band as he spoke. "Does the object of my adoration return my aflection, then "Perhaps it'is not quite iright of mre to say as much," answered Isabel with a smile "but I think I can assure you that she does." i, "Oh, Isabel!" exclaimed Austen, covering her hand with kisses. "The devotion of a lifetime cannot repay you for the happiness, the ecstasy you have caused me! Oh, my dearest, sweetest "What do you niean, Mr. Austen?" enquired Isabel, pulling her hand away, and drawing hprself up somewhat, haughtily. "I think we have boen making a mistake."

v* •. "Oh nd, do not say that!" cried Austen. '"1 have come down on purpose, Isabel, to .. lay my heart and hand at your feet, and

"I thought, you were speaking of my, cousin, Miss Meredith," interrupted yt Isabel. "Not for a moment!" replied Auesten. ^^It is you that I love, Isabel will you ^consent to bccome my wife?" "I

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really srery son-y, Mi,*. Austen,

SX^i^-'-ithat we should bave had this inisunderfi^yi ^-Istanding," answered Isabel, "for although I,"?-

%"*J am deeply grateful to you for the honor »ff^rou have done me, I must decline it."

r.711\1*' "Don't say that! fen-^Heaven's sake, idon't say that!" exclaimed Austen, his

•eyes growing dim. "Be my wife, Isabel, .tand I will devote my life to ensure your '-happiness!" "It cannot be. Mr. Austen." l-ertlied Isabel. "I regret having to cause you pain but it is no use my allowing you to indulge in false hopes, so it will be kinder of me to tell you at once. I love another." ,r Austen sank into a chair standing near him, and covered his face with his hands,

There is always something painful in Hvitnessing- a man's grief, An'd especially for a woman when sl)e knows she is "THE CJIUso,

Isabel watched hiin in silence for a few minutes, and then approaching, placed Jher liaiid upon his shoulder and observed: "Do not give way like that, Mr. Austen. 3ear up against your grief like a man. I will promise to forget what has passed during the last half hour, so that nobody shall lie any the wiser, and in the course of time you will no-doubt find somebody who will make you happier than I could ^possibly have done." "Never/-never!" murmured Austen "my future life is a blank. I shall never care for another woman." t"Don't say that," exclaitiied Isabel soothingly. "Compose yourself, and look at it from a sensible mint of view if you give way in this

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make yourseir tne cynosure or all efyes, and possibly |he laughing-stock of ydir Mends.' .Bsa map^ coequ«r the weut•ness, and shdiw me that I ckn still reckcta on Horace Austen as a friend." p* "You can, you canP answered Horace, mastering Us agitation.

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'want a friend, come to me., I will serve you to the death." "I was sure of it," observed Isabel "and now I will leave yoa to recover yourself.'"

And she quietly left the rami Some people, when they have a grie& pet it and nourish it, and seem to take a delight in enlarging and increasing it in every possible way.

Horace Austen was one of th^se, and after Isabel bad quitted the apartment, he s^t with his head in his hands, as thoroughly wretched as he could possibly make himself.

He was so occupied with his affliction that he did not hear the door oped behind him, and his first knowledge of anyone having entered the room was a low sweet voice exclaiming: I -i "Oh, Mr. Austen, what is the matter

And Lucy Meredith, looking charming in her riding-habit, but evidently much discomposed at the sight before her, advanced towards him.

Horace did not reply in fact, he could not. "What is the matter? I)o tell me," cried Lucy, sitting down by his side, and looking as miserable himself. "You are not ill, Horace, are you?" "I am not ill," answered Austen with a sigh. V. "Then what is it ?. Do tell me. Confide in me. It will relieve you to speak about your grief, whatever it is."

And Lucy took his hand with a true woman's sympathy. -. Unhappy as Horace was, he could not help noticing, in a little sidelong glance that he indulged in, how wonderfully pretty Lucy looked, with her soft eyes full of compassion, as she timidly caressed his hand. "I cannot speak of it," replied Horace. **It must descend With me-to my grave." "Oh, do not say so!" exclaimed Lucy. "Trust in me. Your trouble may not be so great as you think it."' "Oh, yes, it is—far. greater," answered Horace, "in fact, it couldnt be greater." "But surely something can be done," said Lucy. Then she oontinued cbaxingly: "Come now, tell me all about it." ..

Horace had another look at her. She was ccrtainly a charming little girl, and was evidently prepossessed in his favor.

Besides Isabel had given him to understand as much, It was very pleasant to be sympathfsed With by a pretty girl, and Horace had always bad a certain regard for Lucy..

When the first bell'rang before dinner, Lucy Meredith'.had promised, with a good deal of blushing, arid a few happy teavs, to become Mrs. Horace. Austen. ,f

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The, next day^Harry St. Albans baa^dden over to "Witherton, ostensibly to look after a favorite horse that he expected down, but in reality to cool his excitement means of a gctod gallop.

Harry had.not quitted"the Hall half an hour, when a footman announced a visitor. "A gentleman wishes to see, you, miss.'' "To see me, James?" ,/ ,!vt "Yes, miss," replied the footman.

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business, I think he said." "Oh, about .some charity, I suppose. Show him in."

Five minutes later, ind Mr. Marcus Barbsly stood before her. "What is the meaning of this, Mr. Barbsly exclaimed Jsabel, drawing herself up as she prepared to leave the room. "The last time I saw you, I desired you never tgfbrce your way into my presence again "J '.f. ,"I know you did." answered Barbsly, "But what is the use of speaking like that to a man who loves you as I do?

You might as well order a starving wretch not to eat food if it was placed before him. Stay a minute. Do not leave me yet. I have something to tell you that will interest you, something about St. Albans. Ah, I thought that would prove the sesame to your attention." "If you have anything to say about" Captain St. Albans, be quick and say it," Exclaimed Isabel, "for I have no time to waste-"-"Before I commence," said Barbsly, "let me ask you once more, is there no chance for me?" "How dare you speak thus?" said Isabel indignantly. "Can you not return ike a little affection for the wealth of- passionate love I feel for you said Barbsly, unheeding her remark. "I will be satisfied with very little, and-— "If you have only calfed this morning to insult me, Mr. Barbsly," cried Isabel, "I will wish you-good day." "Stay a moment," said Barbsly. "By Heaven, if I can't win you, I swear St. Albans shan't.. What I have come about this morning is to show you a little memorandum signed a few months ago by Captain St. Albans for, although 'you will not hearken to my love, I still love you, and would not have your happiness wrecked by a gambling roue." "What, do you mean, sir?" enquired Isabel indignantly. "If Captain St. Albans were present you would not dare to make nse.df such language in connection with his name." "Will you kindly read th'alft"

And he handed her his little bettingbook. Isabel glanced at the page, caught St. Albans' signature, and read the cruel wager that he had made with Barbsly the previous June..

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it is impossiblef-' she cried wildly.

"It cannot be true! You have forced this for your own base purposes. I will not believe it, sir^. It is simply impossible that Captain St. Albans could have behaved in such a manner."

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"ir jjbn a?not^behlive melfedJEhe evi•encewy(«to^ eyes^k C^p|un St. l^ban^anggeiAB^rbsycoolly. «*Hardneartea promgaW^as he is, I don't think hewould stoop to a falsehood." will ask him," said Isabel, "and if you have bee& vilifying him, beware, sir, for his just indignation will 'be terrible." "I can stand all that," replied Barbsly with'a sneer. "By-the-Bye, you had better keep the page the wager is written upon."

And tearing it out" he handed it Oyer to her. "You might have spired yourself all this pain and misery, you know," he reBarked, "if you would but have accepted jny love when- .. -". "Silence! Do not profane t£e. name of love by using it in connection with your vile passion," interrupted Isabel "and now you have accbmplished your object, perhaps you will go there is the door"

She rang the bell as she spoke, and, only half satisfied with his morning's proceedings, Barbsly was shown out.

Lunch was over when St. returned from his ride, and v.ring bis room after chan»i"- i' when a servant met hip"Miss Carlton to bee you in the morainr-r^ ," hen you are disengage^

Wor what Isabel wanted, hasten vnstairs." ."My darling he commented as he entered the room, but he caught sight 6f her pale cheeks and wild staring eyes, and full of unknown fear, he approached her in silence, "Harry, Marcus Barbsly has been here this morning," she exclaimed. 1 in a hard unnatural voice thn' .. scarcely human.' this memorart^"-'. ^ou made .the bet Is it trtief "M* is- replied St. Albans, '••vh. explain:——n -I do noi want any explanation," interrupted Isabel. -'Is it true v' "Do let me relate "Ib it true? Yes or no?" "Let me tell you how "Is it true? That is all 1 want to know. IB

it true?" "It is true, but "Gracious God! And I have been won for a wager! My affections have been trifled with-, and my loving heart gained simply to be played with and then thrown away!" "It is not so, Isabel, I swear," cried Harry. "I acknowledge that I was foolish enough to make this bet, but it was before I knew yon. Directly I became acquainted with you, I learned to love you for yourself—^—"• V, "And What is the amount of the wager —five hundred pounds! Do not forget that. Captain St. Albans," interrupted Isabel, "to say nothing of being abje to boast at your club of another conquest. Oh, Heaven! that I can know how I have been treated and yet livei I wish I were dead or mad, I care not which, so that I should not know the ^jiame a&d disgrace that I am suffering."

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"Dearest Isabel pray' be reasonable and hear my explanation," s&d St. Albans, "I do not wish to hear another word from your lips, Captain St. Albans," anr swered Isabel "you have done me'the greatest wrong it was in your power to do,, and I never wish to see you again. Ob,

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me drown? Better be dead a thousand times tlian live to endure such shame, as this." "But, Isabel, I beseech you to listen to me for one brief minute, while I ". "I shall do nothing of the kind. Fo# once and for eyer understand that it is all over between us. You- are my father's guest, consequently I cannot order you out of the house, but if you have thel smallest remnant of gentlemanly teeling left, you will remove ^your obnoxious presence as quickly as yo"u can." "Is-it possible, Isabel," exclaimed St. Albans, "that your affection for me has vanished so quickly? You never could have loved me at all." "I did love you, St. Albans, and truly, but you bave completely altered my nature, and.now I hate you. Go! Get out of my sight! Every time I look upon you I think of my dishonored name, and if yon remain here much longer, I believe I. shitll lose my senses." "Good-bye, Isabel," cried St. Albans, "you 'are driving from you a man who loves you truly and devotedly. I have been foolish, I acknowledge, but not criminal. Some day. you may see your error and be sorry. When you dp, I only :hope yoti will not feel half the agOny and anguish that I am suffering now. Goodbye, and may God bless you.M

In half an hour* St. Albans was once more riding towards Witherton. He started aWay from the Hall at a wild gallop, but as he neared the town his pace gradually decreased.

It happened to be market-day and the High-street was crowded With farmers and their wives.

A crowd of about' a dozen gentlemen had collected.about "The Swan,'" the hotel par excellence, and as St. Albans pulled ftp. he caught the sound of a sneering laugh.

For a moment all the blood in hiis body seemed to rush to his head'. With an immense exertion of self-con-trol he calmed himself and looked quietly round. As he had expected, the centre of the group was Marcus Barbsly.

He was standing with his hands in liis pockets, and' a malignant cynical' smile upon his evil face, ". -'i

Very calmly St. Albans threw his bridle to the ostler, who had come out to -assist him, and dismounted.

treat you. You Bave haigyoar imstogs, ndw I Bhalfcbave mSpt" 1|| ,' Then tabbing him jroutK^i|i tfoagh he ffiid been a child, he commenced* to' flog him.

Win horsewhip was a stoat one, made of hide, and the arm that wielded it knew how to use it toadvantage.

B&rbsly's coat waa sopn cntio ^bbonfe, and the lashes commenced to mark his back. He howled, shrieked and prayed for mercy, but St. Albans was adamant. "You shall receive the mercy yoa have shown me," he answered between his teeth.

At length, when the wretch's back was striped with long red cote, sod his own arm began to ache, he desisted. "Now, if yoa have the spirit of a man in yoa, and require satisfaction," he exclaimed, "you will find me at my club^ and I shall not refuse yoa. In the meantime, go and rest in your proper spheres— the gutter!"

And lifting him np with one hand, he ^ng him heavily into the filth and debrit that had accumulated by the side of the a a

CHAPTEB VI. RKTBIBDTION.

," And in death they were not divided. About a couple of months after the events related in the last chapter, a number. of gentlemen were seated in the smoking-room of the principal hotel'in a small garrison town. "By-tlie-bye", Jones," efxclairiied jhe, •••who is your new major?" "A fellow, named St. Albans," was the reply. "He was in the Guards, but he exchanged into ours, because we are ordered out to the Cape." •/, "By Jove! that's queer taste." "They say that he's tired of his life," remarked another "and, by Jingo, it looks like it! I never saw a man ride .'cross country as he does, in my life. I believe if there was a house in the way he would go for it." "That reminds there's a meet tomorrow, isn't there?" "Yes, at the Red Gate."

A stranger who had been seated near the door now rose and left the room. Making his way down to the stables, he accosted the ostler. "I want a hunter for to-morrow can you let roe have one?"

Sb Albans' horse wis just getting into $is stride when he perceived a rider coming across the field towards him. A second look, and he recognized Barbsly.. •.'What on earth does he want with me thought St. Albans. "Perhaps he is'gding to try the horsewhip on me. It will be worse for him if he does.,"* "Anyhow I Shan't get out of his way."

In fact, it would have been rather difficult to have done so* The major was riding close to an immense bullfinch, and unless he had pulled in it would have been impossible to have avoided him.

Nearer and nearer approached the two horses, and St. Albans called out "Where are you riding? Look where you are coming!" "I am riding at you, Henry St. Albans," replied Barbsly "and now I' am going to have my revenge, curse you!"

Now St. Albans saw his danger. He was mounted on a delicate, highlybred animal, in comparison to which the other was a dray-horse.

If they met he was bound to be overthrown, and at the pace they Were going the consequences would most likely be fatal.

The major did not fear death—on the contrary, he bad courted it several times in the last few months but he. did not want Marcus Barbsly to have the satisfaction of being the cause of it. vThe only chance he had now was to get ahead'by means of increased speed, atid he encouraged his horse by whip and spur. Bcft Barbsly had well calculated his angle, and in another half minute the collision must occur.

of death ysr, __ er bered fea forth: "Harry!"

"Yes. sir," was the reply. "We have two or three clever fencers. What kind of hoss do you want "I Want weight," answered Barbsly, for it was he.

don't care about his points

so long as he is a heavy horse." The ostler Stared, but led the Way into the stable, and exhibited an animal that looked like a heavy dragoon's charger. •There's the animal you want, sir."

"He'll do," said Barbsly, aitd handing the man half-a-crowc to refresh his memoiy he retired.'

The following morning was anything but an inviting one, misty, damp and drizzling. There was a fair meet, how-ever,-and a fox was soon found.

Suddenjy Barbsly's animal caught his foot in a rabbit burrow,- stumbled, and fell heavily, throwing his rider over his head against the trunk of a tree close to the hedge.

St. Albans immediately pulled up, and one'or two others rode over and dismounted. They raised bim and felt his pulse, but his heart had ceased to beat.

His neck was broken. s*. Our concluding scene is in the Transvaal. For hours our gallant, men had been fighting against a better-aripjd and more numerous body of the enemy.

Their ammunition wan expended, but still they were not conquered. The casualties during the Engagement were enormous, and the Bofrs, with their ufeual good-feeling, not satisfied with the execution-' they had committed, were amusing themselves by firing at the hospital \ent in spite of the red-cross banner that waved above it.

The surgeons were ahnost worn out, and bad it not been for the assistance of

Without the slightest-change of counte- some noble-minded women, who, following ?anee the guardsman walked straight up Nightingales glorious example, had to the man who had wrecked- his earthly jleft country and comfort to attend to the happiness. Barbsly turned -very pale, iT001" soldiers^ .heaven only and seemed fdr a moment to cower,\ but kqpws what they would have done. before he could move, St. Albans seized him by the collar of his coat. "Cowardly, treacherous scoundrel!" he exclaimed. "I warned you bow I should

"Sister Hyacinth." exclaimed one of the medical men, "assist me for a moment hete see if you can get a little brandy down his throat."

Sister Hyacinth atttfoached, arid, rais-

fkce*apon which commenci c*at«*ito his lipe. upon the well-: a spasmodic cry burst

The sound of that sweet snd well-loved .voice recalled the fleeting spirit, and St. Albans opened his eyes. "Isabel," he murmured,, "is it really you? Now I can die hippy." "Do not talk,-of dying,jny darling," cried Isabel. "Live for my love! I was wrong, Harry, to send yoa away I knoW ill .now bat it was my wicked frrid*.

Will you forgive me, Itarry f* "Yes a thousand times yes,* replied Harry. ••This is happiness—to know that you still love me., Now I shaQ go hence content" F- T-

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mast live for me. You mast not—shall not die!" •One kiss, darling!" murmured the dy ing man, opening his arms.

She threw herself upon his breast with bitter sobs, and their lips were pressed together.

Suddenly a well-known whistling sound was audible* and a rifle-bullet, fired from the hill above, entered the tent.

It struck-Isabel behind the shoulder, and penetrated transversely through her lover's left breast.

They were killed by the same hall, locked in each other's arms, &nd they lie in the same grave, in a far-off land.

Mrs. Austen's eldest daughter is christened Isabel, and when Lucy and Horace are engaged-in the delightful occupation of "baby-worship," they frequently speak of her unfortunate namesake, and how she was "WON

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