Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 January 1884 — Page 6

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A. STORY Or

TWO CHBIST1AS DATS.

"i oniy Ki^ea jou unaer *tne ansuetoe," he pleaded with mock humility, holding up a spray of the white-berried plant. "Under the mistletoe 1" she exclaimed with increasing anger. "I wonder you are not ashamed to lpok me in the face. I wonder you dare to come into a room where I am alone." "Well, it is a risky thing to do," he replied recklessly "but I wanted to t:J apeak to you, and may not have another chance." ?Vr,% "That is highly probable. What have K-it: you to say?" "I want to know why you came p^kere?" ':4

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came, because I was invited," was

A: f\ the "haughty reply. "You had some other reason," he 'Persisted "I had, two or three other reasons," ahe replied with a short laugh. "One of them was to make me feel ..-p /what a fool I'd been to think of marry-^V-Jng that waxfen-faced doll while you are free." "Oh dear 110.1 am not so vain besides, you don't know that I am free.

But since you are so curious I don't mind telling you that I came here with the hope of meeting Kate Lilburne tonight."

Kate Lilburne!" he repeated incredulously. "Are you QUI of your mind? There is no such person living -as Kate Lilburne." "Well, perhaps she is married and lias changed her name, still she won't have lost her identity." "And you really came here hoping to meet Kate and not me?" he asked earnestly, as he stepped close to her yiaide. "Wliy should I want to see you?" she fesked defiantly. "lrou are nothing to me."

''And yet you are all the world to me, Miriam—my love, mv life. Only say the word and we wijl fly together, ana .1 will break the hateful bonds that 3ind me to Grace, whom I have never loved."

He caught her in his arms, and •trained her. to his heart but she gently though firmly released herself from his •embrace as she said: "It is too late, Victor too late. I liave no pity for Grace, but I cannot bring such pain and humiliation upon her father. No you must keep your word and marry her but I am sorry for vou and—and—so sorry for myself.'*

She slipped away from liim as she i«aid this, and ran upstairs, but on her way to her own room to dress, she thought, as a species of self-mortifica-"tion, she would go into Grace's room with the other girls and try to be civil to her young hostess.

Many of the bridesmaids had clustered round the expectant bride, and took great interest in the dress she was -going to wear on this, the last evening •when slie would sit at the head of her father's table as the mistress of his household, and they admired over again fjthe very handsome trousseau with

Which she was provided. "Fou don't seem to have much jew«lry," remarked Miriam Ilindman. "I wish I had known it before, for I would liave given you a bracelet as a wedding present instead of the silver-dishes I fnxmght with me. "But I suppose your father will give you Kate's jewels she had a splendid collection, I know." "Kate's jewels will go.with her money to her mother's family, when there is proof that she is really dead but if people talk such stuff to my father as ^rou did this afternoon it is not likely 3hat anything reasonable will convince liim," replied Grace severely. "I don know why you should call it jfcuff," returned Miriam quietly "people don't disappear as your. sister, did runless thev^go awaV toxetufn at some time or other, or unless tlie£ are murdered. Therefore until it is proved that she is dead-we may reasonably hope

She is alive." Grace shrugged her shoulders. She would not discuss the matter, but intimated that it was time they should begin to dress, and her maid came forward to attend to her while the girls all •went off to their own rooms.

They hurried so much that when they •entered the drawing-room they found the room quite empty.

Other people soon trooped in. however, ana very soon the Coulbourne -girls found themselves sufficiently well sought after, despite their plain -attire. 5 The rivals of the evening, however, "were the bride-elect and her chief ^bridesmaid, Miriam Ilindman.

Grace was dressed in pale blue, exiquisitely trimmed with cream lace and

:blush-r6ses,

while her golden hair, her

gold ornaments, and her bright blue eyes made her look bewitching in the extreme.

But her beauty was quite eclipsed •when Miriam appeared. The brunette wore rose-colored satin, ihalf-acovered with costly black lace 'looped with lilies-of-the-valley, while pearls and diamonds were clasped round Iftar throat, and lilies and diamonds thone in her jet-black hair.

Independent of ornament. Miriam Was wonderfully beautiful, but rich v. colors and sparkling gems added great-

Hj to her natural charms, and she used ^laughingly to say that she was thank«ful she had been born too late to be exjpected to wear white muslin gowns, fi/i -short in the waist and tied round with sash, until the time when she should ibe married. f* "It was almost enough to drive a girl ^v-^to marry the first man who asked her, I'ij.v "if only to obtain the privilege of wearing silk and satin, she would say ^laughingly. "Happily in our days we

IVVcan what we like, without caring for the opinion of the male sex or for that of Mrs. Grundy."

She seemed to care for the good opinion of one member of the male sex this evening, however, and he for hers, and though his marriage with his host's daughter was fixed for the following y?morning, Victor seemed to be unable' j| to resist the attraction of Miriam's black eyes. a a a a 1'whenever she thought of them but s*- something more important than the temporary defection of her lover tilled her thoughts. She was planning how

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ana to stay ionj ascertain what dark shaft her sister: "I shall have no opportunity after tonight," she thought gloomily, "for tomorrow I shall have people about me the whole time until I go to church, and after that I shall go away with Victor. "Yes, it must be to-night. When the conjurors engaged come into the hall to play their tricks I will slip away. I shall be less missed then than at any time."

ibe had thrust

She smiled as she came to'this conclusion, and turned to answer a question which a gentleman at-her side had asked. x*.

CTTAPTEB VI.

WHAT

GRACE

SAW AT THE BOTTOM or THE SHAFT. ...

The tables had been cleared away, the guests had returned to the grand old nail, and dancing had been going on for nearly a couple of hours, when the band ceased playing, and a company of conjurors and jugglers, specially engaged for the occasion, made their appearance.

All the lights were lowered, and the large party of guests seated themselves in a half circle round the performers.

The host this evening was more than restless, he was nervous and excited, and as the minutes and the hours went on he seemed to find it difficult to turn his eyes from the door. "Are you expecting anybody, papa?" Grace had asked him more than once as she observed his singular manner. "Yes—I don't know," he had replied impatiently "don't mind me, go and amuse yourself."

And ne turned away as though annoyed at being questioned. Grace was coo much troubled with her own perplexities to pay much heed to her father, and when the jugglers commenced their tricks, and she believed all eyes were fixed upon them, she rose from her seat and quietly left the room.

She had made all her preparations. The previous year she had soiled her delicate dress, and she remembered how Boland Ayre had looked at her as he pointed out the stain.

Now she was more prudent. She hastily buttoned on a dark ulster that completely covered her pale-blue gown, and otherwise protected herself against the cold, for she recollected even now, with a shudder, how the wind, rushing up from the dark aperture, had seemed to strike her with its icy breath and chill her to the very bone.

Theve was no snow on the ground this year it was a green Yule-tiae, and old people talked of there being a full churchyard, while others, more hopeful and "less prone to take a gloomy, view of matters, said there was frost in the air, and before New Year's Day there would be skating on the river ana the lakes.

With her nerves strung by a nameless fear to the horrible task before her, Grace Lilburne went swiftly to the chamber which, a year ago this very night, had been the scene of such a cruel tragedy.

It was not' until she had lighted the lantern and fastened the door behind her. and she felt herself quite alone, with the consciousness that her victim was lying only so many feet below the spot on which she stood, that her courage wavered, and for a few seconds she felt that she could not look upon the face of the dead.

Her courage soon returned and she knelt down on the floor and pressed the hidden spring with all her strength. Slowly the boards moved back, disclosing the large Square aperture, from whence the wind came rushing up with a damp mouldy smell that made her feel sick as it swept over her.

She waited a few seconds, and then she took the lantern and carefully examined the sides of the dark mysteri-ous-looking Well.

Her heart stood still as she discovered that not only were the sides of the shaft formed of solid masonry which-had been scarcely affected by the hand of time, but that on one of tne four perpendicular walls iron clamps were fixed, forming a kind of ladder let into the stone, and clearly intended to be a means of ascending and descending the shaft.

Taking the lantern in her hand she examined the cord attached tc it, to see that it was securely tied, then she slowly lowered the light into the darkness below.

She kept her eyes fixed upon the iron ladder, but every bar of it was intact, and so intent was she on noticing this, that though the lantern had been swayed a good deal by the wind in its descent, she was suddenly startled by finding that it was resting upoil something and seemed to be able to go no further.. And she saw that what she had believed to be a damp and almost bottomless well, was uot in reality more than some twenty or thirty feet* below the false floor that covered it.

Still it is deep enough for the fall to have stunned Kate if it did not instantly kill her and now. witli burning anxiety and breathless terror. Grace leans over to look, as she hopes, upon the corpse of her sister

Can it be true? do her eyes deceive her? or is she the victim of some cunning delusion—some horrible nightmare?

The crushed mass of satin and lace, pearls and flowers, that she had so often pictured to herself as King here was not to be seen, and she might have believed that she had dreamed the events of the last Christmas Day bill for two things which the light of ilw lanteru on being moved about revealed.

One was a pearl necklace, lie other a lace handkerchief, both of which had belonged to her ill-fated sister. The effect of this discovery upon (irace Lilburne was to paralyse her for the time.

She could not act or thiuk: she simply sat on the floor like a creature stunned, and it was only ihe sound of voices in the corridor that ultimately roused her.

Even now she could not move quickly, but she drew up the lantern slowly, pressed the spring that made the floor slide back into its place, then she deliberately divested herself of her ulster, extinguished the light, and walked out into the corridor.

She did not observe .Miriam Hindman and Victor Cayherd standing onlv a few paces from whence she emerged, for she was like a woman walking in her deep and though stunned by the sudden discovery she had made, she had not as yet begun to realise what it meant for her.

There was a strange look in her eyes as she rejoined her father and their guests, and Amy Goulbume asked if the w«s ill. and somebody else susnrest-

ed (bat sue was about to faiat. Bat she smiled absently and declared she was quite well, and she gave the signal that the dance was to recommence, though she herself declined to take part in it. "I am a little tired and I will look on," she said to a gentleman who asked her to dance with him.

She sat and watched them, absently and vacantly, and she safe the looks of love that passed between them.

Grace knew quite well that Victor would never have thought of manrying her if he had not believed her to be her father's only surviving child and sole heiress, and now she wondered if Miriam had persuaded him that Kate was really alive, and if at the last hour he meant to desfert her for his old love.

She knew not what to do nor which way to turn. When her mind became more accustomed to the situation she began to think that she was frightening nerself unnecessarily, for now she remembered that the bottom of the shaft into which Kate had fallen seemed as though it were only a portion of a room or cellar which was probably as large as the chamber above. this were the case, the injured girl might have crawled away into some dark corner, and there remained until death had mercifully ended her sufferings. "I wish I had possessed the courage and the presence of mind to descend by those iron steps and see for myself what is hidden below, and wherff the place reaUy leads. "There may be many secret chambers beneath the old part of the castle, of which neither my father nor I ever heard. I must do it sooner or later: I shall never sleep in peace again until I know that Kate is past troubling me."

And all this time the fun never flagged. The band played, and the guests danced and flirted and talked about the morrow, and whispered among themselves of the great good luck or Victor Gayherd at having won so rich an heiress.

But Mr. Lilburne was not good company this evening. His lost daughter was constantly in his mind, and every now and again he felt as though if he looked round lie should see her.

Miriam was quick to observe his manner, and to divine the cause, .and she at length said:-»

"It was about this hourlast year, was it not, that Kate was lost?" "Very nearly," he replied, his eyes wandering to a clock.

Then he and the girl both sat silentWaiting for they knew not what but with tneir eyes fixed upon the clock as though they had been watching the old year out, and were anxious to welcome the new.

Grace and Victor had been dancing, but th6 band had stopped suddenly, and they had paused very dose to where Mr. Lilburne and Miriam were seated. "What do they mean by breaking off like this?" asked Grace in atone of annovance.

Her question was never answered/ •At that moment, the house-steward, who rarely showed himself except to announce distinguished guests, now came to the open doorway, and announced:

HAUTE WEBKLT GAZE1TE.

"Mr. and Mrs. Roland Ayre!" Mr. Lilburne sprang to his feet and started forward with a cry of welcome, and Grace likewise took a step towards the new comers.

But no sound escaped her lips." For a moment she swayed like a sapling Bhaken by a tempest, then she fell forward on her face, and when they picked her up they thought that she was dead. "•?.•-

CHAPTER VII.

THROUGH THK SNOW.

We must go back to the night when Kate Lilburne so mysteriously disappeared. It will be remembered that the snow began to fall only a Very short time before she was persuaded to go with her sister«nd hide.

The snow might be a very seasonable visitor on Christmas night, but the servants at Silverton Castle took very good care to close every door carefully against it, and there was consequently 110 danger of any solitary watcher outside the mansion being observed.

Indeed, with so much free-handed hospitality inside the mansion, and such a warm welcome extended alike to rich and poor, it would naturally be supposed that no man in his senses would have wandered like an unquiet spirit round the building when he could take Shelter from the cold white flakes of snow, and from the biting blast by the side of a glowing fire, and solace his inner man with an abundance of Christmas cheer.

Despite the folly of such a proceeding, however, a man. wearing a thick ulster, and judging from his appearance well-to-do in the world, certainly was loitering outside the castle on this eventful night.

If you could have looked well at his face, you would have seen that he was young and handsome, and you would probably also have" observed that he was nervous and ill at ease, as though be knew he was doing something of which he was more than half ashamed. He seems doubtful now as to whether he will carrv out the purpose that brought him here, or go awav without accomplishing it.

And yet his object in coming is not to wrong anyone, even though it may increase his' own pain by feeding the flame-of a perfectly hopeless love.

Yes, it was love that had brought Frank Fairfield to this cheerless spot. He felt all-the keen sorrow of hopeless love as h'e wandered outside the nouse that held the jewel h? adored, yet dared not seek to win.

All through this day the demon of unrest has been upon him. and at leugtlt. unable to control his actions, he had left his mothers housed and harnessing the cob lo a phaeton, which he had borrowed for a week from a neighbor, he drove the old vehicle in the direction of Si 1 vert on Castle.

Arrived at the outskirts of the village. he left the horse and carriage iu a shed, and set off to perform the rest of his journey on foot.

He soon got tired of walking, however. and as he came near the deep narrow river, he bethought himself that he could approach the castle iu a boat with very much le%ss chance of being recognised.

So, in spite of the cold, he took a dingy, and then, though the darkuess of night was setting in. lie began to row towards the castle, for he knew every hiding of the stream that flowed beneath its walls.

It w!is ouite dark when he moored

nis boat unaer toe1 uas&e wans, ana went cautiously round the mansion, to inspect it, and to try to catch one gliin|MM q{ gits.

The dogs did not baric athisapproach, farther Knew him, and he had some difiBculty in quietly getting away from their too demonstrative affection.

Bat the object of his fatiguing journey was not attained. He eonld not get into any position where he conid see ,Kate without being observed and recognised.

He did not wish to speak to her. He only wanted to look-epon ber face, and to know that she wag happy.

The hours wait by. and he was becoming sick and nuttjbed, and his heart was heavy, for the sounds of mirth and jojr, of musie and laughter, were in painfully strange contrast to his own desolate condition.

The falling snow warned him that he must soon retrace his steps and make for his mother's cottage, for his practised eye told him that the snow-storm would be both along and a heavy one. "I will see her, come what may," he muttered with sudden resolution, when midnight was approaching, and the sound of music from the hall had ceased.

He approached the disused tower, very close to which his boat was moored, and pulliug aside some low bushes, he felt about in the darkness for some time with his hands.

At length he seemed to find what he wanted, for his hand came in contact With a small grating, and half lifting this he was able to take hold of a handle which, on being turned, enabled him to push inward a portion of the masonry at the foot of me tower as though ft were a door.

This indeed it was, an iron door, with stone so carefully and cunningly fitted upon it that only a person who knew the secret could ever detect the spot, or suspect the existence- of any means of ingress.

Frank passed through this door, but he did not close it, for he had no fear of anyone disturbing him, and he meant to enter the castle without observation and hide himself in some dark corner, so that he might, have one view of the

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in tne ball-room, where the he loved was sure to be the belle, and then he intended to return to the

ounds as he came, leaving no trace of stolen visit behind him. He had not been in this place for many years and he advanced carefully and cautiously, more than once temiptea to strike a light, yet fearful of betraying himself by doing so:

This fear was increased by two or three strange circumstances. In the first place the wind seemed to rush through the vaulted passage in a perfect blast, and he fancied—though of course he could not be sure, as there was no light to guide him—that the false floor of the chamber above must be out of its place.

Fear of detection, and of coming suddenly upon somebody he knew, made him stand and eagerly listen for every sound.

He had just come to the conclusion that Whatever might be the condition of the floor above, the coast for himself was clear, and he was about to take a few steps forward and mount the iron ladder which he had often used before, when the rush of wind increased and the sound of voices overhead became distinct.

There seemed to be words of expostulation and of encouragement, then there was a despairing gasp of terror as something appeared to fall.

Whatever it was its descent was arrested for a moment, but only for a moment, then with a heavy thud the something fell close to his very feet.

He looked up, but there was no light. Whatever it might be that was lying so close to him it utiered no sound, ana he was standing bewildered, not knowing what to do, hesitating whether to go away at once, or strike a light and ascertain what had happened, when, as he was hesitating ana doubting, he heard indistinctly a voice overhead, and then, more plainly, the grating sound of the floor above being forced back into its proper place.

It was only at this moment that the conviction dawned upon his mind that some fearful crime had been committed of which he had been the unintentional and. unsuspected witness.

A low groan close beside him roused him to immediate action, and he took a box of wax-matches from his pocket and struck a light.

The desire that had brought him here this night above all nights was gratified: his eyes rested once more upon the face of Kate Lilburne.

If ever a prayer was granted, and came to the suppliant as a curse, surely it was so now with Frank Fairfield.

He looked upon Kate as" she lay senseless at his feet blood was flowing from a wound on her forehead, and from a second wound on the side of he'r head.

And yet her fall had been slightly broken by her gown having been caught by some projection from tne wall. •The wounds on her head were serious, however, and Frank tried to statfnch the blood with a couple of large handkerchiefs he had in his pocket.

This was no easy matter, as he had to do it in the dark, his ^wax-matches being of no use except for a second or two at a time.

Kate remained senseless, and the young man tried to revive ber by forcing some brandy which he had in his flask down her throat*

But his efforts were in vain, and the dank vault in which they both were chilled the blood in his Veins, while the. girl who was laying on the floor was almost as cold as though she were dead.

His first thought was for Kate, and he took off his thick warm ulster, wrap-

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her in it as well as he could, then, to leave her so that he might rouse the inmates of the castle, and bring them to her assistance.

He had only taken a few steps, however. for this purpose before he paused, suddenly rendered powerless by the difficulties and dangers of the situation, notonlyto himself, but to Kate, until die should be sufficiently recovered to explain what had happened.

What business haa he in the castle? would naturally be the first enquiry, and he was compelled to admit that he had none—that he was a midnight trespasser and might be taken into custody as a suspected person.

Then again, it was evident that a deliberate crime had been committed of which Kate was the victim but who bad planned or executed it, he had not the faintest idea. "No one can nurse her like my mother, who has been the only mother she has ever known," he murmured as he

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A low moan from the sufferer recalled the woman to the necessity of putting Kate to bed, and she went about her difficult .task gently and tenderly, as though the tall graceful girl now hovering between life and death were still the pretty baby whom she had fed from ber own breast and dandled upon her knee in the years gone by.

Mrs. Fairfield had often reproached herself with loving her foster-child Kate Lilburne better even than she loved her own son but that she really did so there could be no doubt, fer Kate had filled the place in her heart which had been made void by the death of her youngest child, a baby-girl, who died when she was but a few weeks old, and the little heiress had been given to her to love and eherish, and had clung to her as her own infant might have done.

But the high-born little maiden, with her beauty and grace and her gentle ways, was like a princess to the woman whose previous experience of children had been among the rough ruddy boys and girls of her own claes, and Nurse Fairfield almost worshipped the child committed to her care.

Frank was a boy for any mother to be proud of, Mrs. Fairfield was told on every sidie, and Mr. Lilburne himself had been heard more than once to express the wish that Frank was -his own. son.

All this was gratifying, no doubt, but thewoman's heart clung most to her nursling, and when, as the years went by, ana Frank's mad infatuation for Kate made Mr. Lilburne decide to purchase a partnership for him and pension off his mother, the latter resented the wellmeant kindness, and blamed her own offspring for the wrong which she considered ne had done her.

She was a little angry with Kate also for parting with her so readily after so many years of faithful service and loving devotion, and she had in conse-

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uence declined more than one invitato the castle since she came to live in this out-of-the-way cottage.

But all her resentment vanished at the sight of the fair girl who looked like a broken lily, and on whose face were stains of blood which had trickled down from the wound on her head.

The situation, was agonising, and but for the anxiety she Kit at Kate's still unconscious condition, and the dread she had of making bad matters worse, she would at once have started for Silverton Castle, and would have entreated its owner to come without a moment's delay to his suffering child.

It seemed along time .before Frank returned with the surgeon, who found the still unconscious girl undressed and in bed. and giving no sign of life beyond an occasional low faint moan.

Her white satin dress and everything she had worn that evening had been carefully put out of sight, and there was nothing about her to indicate she was not Mrs. Fairfield's daughter.

The doctor examined her, believing the story told him that she had been thrown from a gig. "There are no bones broken," he said at length: "but I am afraid that her head has been seriously injured. Apart

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ana earned her out of the'vault into the open air, and to the boat. How he accomplished that journey through the snow-storm lift never right* lyknew, bat when he was obliged to leave the boat as the river would have taken him out of his wav beyond certain point, he bribed a homeless tramp Whom he found taking shelter in the deserted boat-house to help him carry "his brother, who," he said, "had met with an accident," to the shed when he had left his cob and phaeton.

He placed Kate in the carriage, and thus the tramp only saw an inanimate figure wrapped in a brown ulster.

And the man, when the task was completed, went on his way, glad of the handful of silver given Mm for his pains, and, as day after day took him iarther away from this part of the country, he never heard of ihe strange disappearance of Kate Lilburne. and even had he done so, he wotild probably have failed to connect it with the piece of good fortune that had befallen him this bitter night.

Frank roused his mother to attend the unconscious girl. Mrs. Fairfield's face was white and stern as she angrily

"What have you done to her? Is she dead?" "God only knows," he replied deictedly "but I have done her no harm, have saved her from certain death if she is not already dead."

Go for the' doctor and don't come back without him." Her words were brief her son might tell her what story he liked, she had already formed her own conclusion, and she mentally resolved that if Kate Lilburne died die would not in any way shield her son from the consequences of this night's work.

CHAPTER vni.

DOUBTS AND FEARS.

Mrs. Fairfield stood calmly by the side of the girl whom she loved as if she had been her own child, and seemed to show so little emotion, and to be so passionless and so stern, her mind was in truth racked by a thousand nameless fears. "Whatever harm lie has done to you my darling, he shall pay for and pay for dearly, ana until I give you back to your father I will guard you as the apple of my eye. Though Frank is my own son, I will not spare him."

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