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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Daisy Ashford: Her Book + +Author: Daisy Ashford + Angela Ashford + +Release Date: May 31, 2008 [EBook #25658] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DAISY ASHFORD: HER BOOK *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='tnote'><b>Transcriber's Note:</b> This book was written by a young girl. There are many spelling and +punctuation errors that have all been retained with the rare exception +of clear printer's error such as He,en on page 164. These three +corrections are listed at the end of the text. For each story, the title +was written on a separate page and then repeated on the next page. The +second of these was omitted to avoid redundancy for the reader. The +remaining text is intact, for example, on page 335, the chapter MR. HOSE +MAKES ENQUIRIES starts with a small letter, most dialogue has no +punctuation at the end and is often missing at least one quotation mark. +Missing letters in the original are denoted by asterisks in the text.</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 297px;"><br /> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="297" height="500" alt="Cover" title="Cover" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/flyleaves.png" width="600" height="411" alt="Inside Cover" title="Inside Cover" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> +<h1><span class="u">DAISY ASHFORD: HER BOOK</span></h1> + + + +<div class='bbox'> +<h1>DAISY ASHFORD:<br /> +HER BOOK</h1> + + +<div class='center'>A COLLECTION OF THE REMAINING NOVELS<br /> +BY THE AUTHOR OF<br /> + +<big>"THE YOUNG VISITERS,"</big><br /> + +TOGETHER WITH "THE JEALOUS GOVERNES"<br /> + +BY ANGELA ASHFORD<br /> +<br /><br /> +WITH A PREFACE BY<br /> + +<big>IRVIN S. COBB</big><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Publishing information"> +<tr><td align='right' valign='bottom'>NEW</td><td align='center'><img src="images/emblem.png" width="75" height="76" alt="Emblem" title="Emblem" /></td><td align='left' valign='bottom'>YORK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='3'>GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY</td></tr> +</table></div> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p> + +<div class='center'> +<i><small>Copyright, 1920</small>,<br /> +<small>By George H. Doran Company</small></i><br /> +<br /> +<i><small>Printed in the United States of America</small></i><br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> + +<h2>PREFACE</h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">By Irvin S. Cobb</span></h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> rôle of discoverer is pleasing, nearly +always, and more especially in its reactions +is it pleasing. The actual performance of discovery +may be fraught with hardships and +with inconveniences and even with perils; as +witness Christopher Columbus making his +first voyage over this way in a walloping window-blind +of a tub of a ship and his last one +back with chains at his wrists and ankles; as +witness Hendrick Hudson; as witness Dr. +Harvey's unfortunate position in the eye of +constituted authority after he had discovered +the circulation of the blood; as witness the +lamentable consequences to whoever it was +who, probably by the process of eating a mess +of miscellaneous wild fungoids, disclosed to a +bereaved family and a benefited world the +important fact that certain mushrooms +were nourishing and certain toadstools were +fatal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></div> + +<p>To your true discoverer the compensations +of his trade come when he points with pride +to the continent or the great natural fact or +the new author he discovered and cries +aloud before all creation: "See what I have +found!"</p> + +<p>So, aside from the compliment and the +honor of it, I feel added gratification and +added pleasure that I should be invited to +write a foreword for the first American +edition of Miss Daisy Ashford's second book. +You see, I claim the distinction of having been +the first person in America other than its +publisher and my friend Mr. George H. Doran +to read the manuscript of that immortal work +"The Young Visiters." If I did not actually +discover Miss Ashford, at the age of nine when +she wrote "The Young Visiters"—for indeed +no one appears to have discovered her then +excepting perhaps her parents—at least I had +a hand in discovering her on this side of the +Atlantic ocean at a time when mention of +her name, which now is so famous a name, +meant nothing to the casual hearer.</p> + +<p>After the lapse of nearly a year the event +stands in my memory as marking one of those +hours of pure and perfect joy which come but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span> +too rarely to human beings. At the request of +Mr. Doran I read the manuscript which he +had just brought with him from Europe. I +read the story itself first and afterwards the +preface, or foreword. This, I think, was as +it should be. By rights a preface however +sprightly and well done—and a preface by +Sir James Barrie would have to be well done—should +be served with a book as cheese is +served with a dinner: at its finish and not at +the beginning.</p> + +<p>When I had read the story through to the +last delicious sentence of the last delectable +paragraph and when I had caught up with my +breath which I had lost by laughing or rather +when my breath had caught up with me, I +sapiently said to him:</p> + +<p>"Publish it? Of course you ought to publish +it. Aside from such sordid considerations +as the profits which are certain to accrue you +owe it to yourself as a responsible member of +the human race to give this glorious thing +circulation among the reading public of North +America. If I were you I'd print thirty thousand +copies in the first batch before I released +any copies among the reviewers or sent any +copies as samples to the trade. And after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span> +that I'd keep the presses running steadily in +the hope of being able to keep up with the demand +which is sure to follow on the heels of +publication. This is almost the funniest book +that was ever written and it is all the funnier +because the writer was so desperately in earnest, +so tremendously serious all the while she +was writing it."</p> + +<p>"It has made a big hit in England already," +he said. "But over there some people are saying +that the author must have been a grown-up +person—that no child of nine could have +written such a thing. The suggestion is even +being advanced that Barrie himself wrote it. +I know better, because I have seen the original +script in a child's handwriting on old and +faded paper, and I met Miss Ashford some +weeks ago in London and I have had all the +proof one needs that this is the authentic +product of a nine-year-old mind."</p> + +<p>To which I said:</p> + +<p>"No doubt some people will be saying the +same thing over here and they'll be wrong just +as these English skeptics are and if they'll +only stop to think for a moment they'll know +why they're wrong. No grown person, not +even the creator of a Wendy and a Peter Pan,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span> +could have done this thing. It exhales the perfume +of an authoritative genuineness in every +line of it. It had to be a child who wrote it—a +child with a child's imagination and a child's +viewpoint and a child's ignorance of the things +she wrote about. In a way of speaking it is +like those unintentionally humorous obituary +poems which appear in the papers. No professional +humorist can hope to equal them because +when he writes one he does it with +deliberate intent to be funny and invariably he +betrays his hand. It is when some poor mourning +amateur dips a 'prentice pen in the very +blood of his or her heart and writes such a +poem that it becomes so pathetically and so +tragically side-splitting."</p> + +<p>This was what I said. Not in these words +exactly, but to this effect.</p> + +<p>Mind you, I am not proclaiming that I am +the only person who has said this. Between +chuckles thousands and thousands of others +since that day have thought and have said it. +What I am proud of is that I was the first person +in America to say it, and so to this extent +I count myself a discoverer and I feel a sort +of proprietary sense in being permitted here +to introduce "Daisy Ashford: Her Book." I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span> +am mindful of the distinction because of the +reason I have just stated and because also in +a way of speaking it qualifies me for some sort +of literary kinship with Sir James M. Barrie.</p> + +<p>Even so I do not aspire to the presumptuous +hope that any one may say "Well, I see this +man Cobb is doing for Miss Ashford's second +book what Barrie did for her first one." I +have no such ambition. A minnow always errs +when he undertakes to swim in the company +of a whale. If he tries to swim alongside he +is unnoticed; if he swims in the wake he is +swamped. He makes other minnows jealous +or contemptuous as the case may be, and he is +properly ignored by the whale.</p> + +<p>Miss Ashford's own preface, accompanying +this volume, gives the chronological sequences +of its contents. The first story of all, "A +Short Story of Love and Marriage," she wrote +when she was eight years old. "The True +History of Leslie Woodcock" was written +three years later, after "The Young Visiters" +had been written. "Where Love Lies Deepest" +trickled from the busy pen of the young +person when she was twelve years old; and +"The Hangman's Daughter," the most pretentious +of them all and to my way of thinking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span> +the best of her preserved works next only +to "The Young Visiters," was undertaken +when she was about thirteen, she says, and +finished in the following year. Also included +in this book is a story by Miss Ashford's +sister Angela, done at the age of eight and entitled +"The Jealous Governes; <i>or</i> The Granted +Wish." In this we learn the real facts regarding +the coming of babies. Babies are not +fetched by storks. Medical men bring them in +boxes and afterward render bills for the same, +as note the following: (page 330) "Miss +Junick Dr. to doctor Paulin for one baby delivered +as per agreement £1," a low enough +price truly. If a child of eight (who in point +of years is so very much closer to being a baby +than most of the writers on the subject are) +cannot be trusted to recall the circumstances +of this mystery, who can? We can only regret +that a second sister, Vera, the artist of this +talented nursery, did not save her one contribution +to the literary output of the Ashford +family. It was entitled "Little Mary and The +Angle." <i>Angle</i> did not refer to a worm but +to a visitor from a celestial domain; we have +the word of Miss Daisy Ashford for it that +this story was of a pious character. What a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span> +wonderful household the Ashford household +must have been with Daisy and Angela +writing romances and Vera illustrating them +and between times doing a bit of writing herself. +Can't you see the pencils flying? Can't +you see three little pink tongues sticking out +from between three pairs of purposeful lips +and wriggling in time to the pencils? Can't +you see the small brows furrowed with +thought? And the proud parents? And the +startled nursemaid?</p> + +<p>To my mind the very finest thing about Miss +Daisy Ashford's present book is the opportunity +it gives us, reading it, to follow the +growth of her genius for observation. For +surely the faculty to observe and, having observed, +to set down in words the results of +that observation is a genius. It is more than +that, it is two phases of genius harmoniously +coupled.</p> + +<p>At the age of eight, as we shall note, she +begins her career as a writer by knowing very +little of certain phases of life largely dealt +with by older writers; and this little she +knows by reason of what she has read or by +reason of what she has heard read. Rapidly, +though, she progresses to the point where,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span> +along with these borrowed second-hand impressions, +she incorporates impressions which +are all her own. Reading what she wrote in +the first year of her authorship, we can figure, +approximately, when she learned her first +French word; when to her there came those +vague appreciations of the Roman Catholic +faith which are so fascinating to the children +of non-Catholics—or perhaps the Ashford +family were Romanists. Influenced by these +alluring ecclesiastical mysteries, we find her +causing a prospective bridegroom to address +the Rev. Father Fanty as "your kindness" +and begging the reverend gentleman "to excuse +my craving for matrimony." Through +these pages one sees how travel broadened the +young person's fund of experience, which in +her favored case meant her fund of material, +for unlike many writers, old enough to know +better, little Miss Ashford was, by the virtue +of a miraculous intuition, inspired to write, +sometimes at least, of things that she actually +knew about, rather than to deal exclusively +with topics which other writers before her +had professed to know about. Early in her +opening story she speaks of "Cracknels." +Reading this word, my memory ran back to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span> +my own childhood when we knew but three +standard varieties of crackers—soda-crackers, +animal crackers and cracknels which last were +round, slickish objects rather like glazed oak-galls, +somewhat dusty to the taste and warranted +to create a tremendous thirst for +licorice water and lemonade. I had entirely +forgotten cracknels until Miss Ashford came +along yesterday and reminded me of them.</p> + +<p>In "A Short History of Love and Marriage"—and +how woefully short sometimes is the +history of a love and how short too, perhaps, +the history of a marriage!—she shows to us +that for all its admitted shortness the narrative +is properly rounded out. For on page 24 +we learn that the happy couple went on a +bridal tour to India and "seven hours after +they got there had two twin babies." Seven +hours and two twin babies, a magnificent +showing surely and the prevalent rage for +shortness maintained to the very end! Page +24 is one of the very best pages in this book, +containing, as it also does, a painstaking +description of perhaps the most striking and +interesting marriage-morn costume worn by +any bridegroom in the Christian era.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span></p> + +<p>It is not my intention to quote over-liberally +from the contents of this volume. To +my way of thinking the trick of inserting +copious extracts from a novel into the foreword +of that novel is as great a mistake as +though I invited you to my house for dinner +and before dinner gave you tidbits and choice +bites from each course. I should merely be +dulling your appetite, without satisfying your +hunger.</p> + +<p>My aim is to direct your attention, if I may +make so bold, to certain pages, specifying them +by their numbers and trusting that when you +have progressed so far you will, in the reading +of them, find the same joy and the same zest +that I have found there. For example, on +page 46 I respectfully invite your consideration +to the pains taken in enumerating the +various articles of one Sylvia's running-away +or elopement trousseau. There was a thorough +young woman for you, and a provident.</p> + +<p>On page 87 occurs mention of two sisters +and here, despite my promise of two paragraphs +ago, I cannot resist the temptation to +quote one short but tremendously illuminating +line. The author is speaking now of two sisters<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span> +and of the elder she says, she "was by no +means beautiful but she was intensely good." +How often it happens that those who are by no +means beautiful are intensely good—how often +and sometimes oh, how easy for them to be so +good. But most of us, even those who educate +our faculties of observation the better to +earn a living thereby, are very much older +than eleven years before we discern this great +truth.</p> + +<p>I think the brightest gems of all this collection +are to be found, in the greatest profusion, +in "The Hangman's Daughter." The +ill-fated gentleman hangman, Mr. Winston, +who moved to Kenelham "where only about +two people were hung a year" is in my opinion +worthy to be rated with the deathless and +ever-to-be glorious Mr. Salteena. Miss Ashford +says she was shocked when her brothers +on hearing the trial scene read (pages 150, +151, 152) laughed at what she had conceived +to be a tragic and dramatic passage in the +action of her tale. Later, no doubt, she has +come to realize how dangerous a thing it is for +one to acquire, either intentfully or otherwise, +the reputation of being a humorist; for when +he who has been branded as a humorist says a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span> +thing with desire to be serious his friends +laugh at it as a most rare whimsicality and +when, on the other hand, he deliberately sets +out to be humorous, his enemies very likely +will declare that never before in all his life +was he quite so serious. And had her brothers +been older, had they been of an age to appreciate +the unconscious comedy that marked +the Dreyfus trial, say, or had they ever had +opportunity to hear the proceedings in sundry +murder trials in America, when learned counsel +was asking questions and learned alienists +were making answers, they would have been +able to appreciate the fact that no burlesque +description of a murder trial can ever be quite +so utterly comic as a real murder trial sometimes +is.</p> + +<p>A flashing jewel of dramatic intensity +awaits you (pages 229 to 234 inclusive) when +you come to read of the rescue of Gladys and +Helen from the grasp of the murderer of +Helen's own dear father and of the method +employed by Gladys' heroic brother for detaining +the miscreant Likewise, I pray you, +reader dear, that you linger on page 257 +wherein the "menu of the table d'hote" which +was "of nightly recurrence" at Lord Beaufort's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</a></span> +castle, is printed in full. In my mind's +eye I see little Miss Daisy Ashford, twelve +years old going on thirteen, carefully bearing +away with her the card of the first meal she +ever ate in a regular restaurant and taking it +home and treasuring it up against the time +when she might insert it into her greatest +story, then in process of incubation, at exactly +the appointed spot to create the most telling +effect, under the most appropriate possible +circumstances. Could a proper respect and a +proper instinct for local color rise to greater +heights? I deny it. So too will you deny it +when you arrive at page 258 and read the +words emphasized by being displayed in +capitals that are on that page at the end of +the menu.</p> + +<p>Personally I do not think that as a whole +this book is equal to "The Young Visiters." +Only once in a decade or so is it vouchsafed +the writing craft that one among us shall +create a masterpiece, destined in time to become +a classic and a thing immortal. Only +once in an eon or so is it vouchsafed a writer +to write a masterpiece at the age of nine years. +Very few among us ever produce a second perfect +work on top of a first one. But this I will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[xix]</a></span> +say—every line in this book is worthy to have +been written by the same hand that wrote +"The Young Visiters" and that, I think, is +praise enough for any writer.</p> + +<p> +<i>New York, April, 1920.</i><br /></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[xxi]</a></span></p> +<h2>AUTHOR'S FOREWORD</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> publication of these stories gives me an +opportunity of expressing my thanks for the +very cordial reception which was given to +"The Young Visiters." I only hope that +those who have been amused at the adventures +of Ethel and Mr. Salteena will not be disappointed +in those of Helen Winston, Leslie +Woodcock, and the others whose histories +now appear.</div> + +<p>"A Short Story of Love and Marriage," I +wrote at eight years old. It was dictated to my +father, who took it down faithfully word for +word. My very first story, "Mr. Chapmer's +Bride," which was also dictated, is among +those that have been lost. "The True History +of Leslie Woodcock" was a later production, +and was written at about the age of +eleven as a surprise for my mother on her +birthday—it was originally entitled "The +Q. I. B." (our family word for a secret)—but +after the secret was out I changed the title. +"Where Love Lies Deepest" was written<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[xxii]</a></span> +when I was twelve, and dedicated to our governess +of whom I was very fond.</p> + +<p>"The Hangman's Daughter," started at the +age of about thirteen and finished the following +year, I always consider the greatest literary +achievement of my youth, for the reason +that I put so much more effort into it than +any of the others. By this time I had really +determined to become an authoress (an ambition +which entirely left me after my school +days), and I put solid work into "The Hangman's +Daughter" and really tried to write +well. I shall never forget my feeling of shock +when I read it aloud to my brothers and they +laughed at the trial scene! A great friend of +mine whose Christian name was Helen, was +the heroine (Helen Winston) of this story. +She was really a little younger than I was, +but was far more "grown-up" in every way, +a fact of which I was secretly rather "jellus," +and it did not require much imagination on +my part to picture what she would be at +nineteen. I told her she was to be the heroine +of my new novel, which I truly thought would +thrill <i>anyone</i>, and I must say she was as excited +as I could have wished. She will be +amused now when she reads this book!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[xxiii]</a></span></p> + +<p>My sister Angela's story, which she wrote +at the age of eight, will certainly be voted the +most amusing of this collection. It was the +first she ever wrote, and it was followed by +"Treacherous Mr. Campbell"—another lost +manuscript. A great deal of "The Jealous +Governes" she wrote herself, as will be noticed +by the spelling. Other portions were dictated +to my father and mother, and I think the nurse +had a hand at it too.</p> + +<p>My second sister, Vera, was the artist of the +nursery, and drew a wonderful poster to the +only play I ever wrote, "A Woman's Crime." +She wrote one story, however. It was of a +pious nature, profusely illustrated, and entitled +"Little Mary and the Angle."</p> + +<p>Since the publication of "The Young Visiters," +I have often been asked if I don't myself +think it funny. When I first discovered it—not +having seen it since it was written—I certainly +did. That is one of the most curious +things about it—to be able to laugh at what +one wrote in such solemn seriousness—and +that is why I can never feel all the nice things +that have been said about "The Young Visiters," +are really due to me at all, but to a +Daisy Ashford of so long ago that she seems<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[xxiv]</a></span> +almost another person. It has all been like +a fairy tale, from the accidental finding of +the original note book to the day when, at her +request, I left a copy with my friend Miss +Margaret Mackenzie, for it is to her I really +owe the publication of the book. She showed +it to Mr. Frank Swinnerton, and thus I was +lucky enough to have it brought to the notice +of my present publishers in England and +America.</p> + +<p>But the real success of the book I owe to +the great kindness of Sir James Barrie in writing +such a wonderful preface, and I am glad +to have this opportunity of thanking him publicly. +His name gave "The Young Visiters" +a send-off and a reading which it could not +have gained on its own account and of this +fact I am most deeply appreciative.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +DAISY ASHFORD.<br /> +</div> +<p><i>March, 1920.</i><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[xxv]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Preface by Irvin S. Cobb</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br /><span class="smcap">By</span> DAISY ASHFORD</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Author's Foreword</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Short Story of Love and Marriage</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The True History of Leslie Woodcock</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Where Love Lies Deepest</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Hangman's Daughter</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br /><span class="smcap">By</span> ANGELA ASHFORD</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Jealous Governes, or the Granted Wish</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> +<h2>A SHORT STORY OF LOVE<br /> +AND MARRIAGE</h2> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2> + +<h3>LOVE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> house in which Mr. and Mrs. Molvern +lived was one of the usual kind, with its red +painted door and small garden looking out on +a very dreamy park. The bed-room windows +which all looked out on the front, had half +dirty white curtains in them, above which +could be seen dark red silk sashes of the same +dirtiness.</div> + +<p>Mr. Molvern was a red haired quick tempered +gentleman, with very small grey eyes +and a clever looking pink face. He would always +wear brown suits, but as everybody said +he looked much better in black. Mrs. Molvern +was quite on the contrary. She had indeed +a quiet temper, with a pale delicate looking +face with large brown eyes that looked +at people with great interest, and her fair hair<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +glistened in the sun. She usually wore half +dirty white dresses, and in going out she wore +a dark blue velvet jacket with black fur and +a brown hat with red poppies. She never +wore gloves except on Sundays and then she +wore yellow cotton ones.</p> + +<p>At the present time they had a young gentleman +staying with them, who lived in the +neighbourhood. He was sitting in his room +waiting for the town clock to strike four, +because when it did he had to go out and +meet his truelove, whose name was Edith +Plush. His own name was Thomas Henrick, +but he was known as Burke in that family. +At last hearing the hour strike, he snatched +up a felt hat, and putting it on his greasy +head started off to meet his truelove.</p> + +<p>When he reached Mionge Lane he met his +pretty truelove skipping along most lady-like +and primly. She was dressed in a light blue +dress with a white sash tied at the side in +two knots. Her long fair hair hung down her +back tied with a pink ribbon, and her fringe +was fluttering in the breeze. Behind her +fringe she wore a wreath of green ivy. In +one hand she carried a leghorn hat with red +and blue ribbon, and in the other a silken<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +bag filled with a threepenny bit and two biscuits, +and her age was nineteen.</p> + +<p>"Well my pretty bird," she said as she approached +Burke, "I hope you will like to +'manger' a biscuit with me," (I may add that +she was fond of French).</p> + +<p>"Thank you Edith," he said, "I will have +one if it is a cracknell."</p> + +<p>Then Edith burst into a fit of tears and +howled out, "Oh but they are Osbornes."</p> + +<p>"Well to dry up those moist tears, I will +eat one," said Burke.</p> + +<p>"You dear!" said Edith like sunshine after +rain, for the smiles had come on her face, +as she opened her silken bag and popped one +into his blistered hand. After this Burk and +Edith walked along down the lane, which I +forgot to say was shaded by trees all along.</p> + +<p>"Burke," said Edith after a long pause, +"you have talked often enough and said we +shall be married one day, but when it is going +to come off I am sure I don't know."</p> + +<p>"Well my dear Edith you must recollect I +am not a good dancer and have no nice suits, +and you must recollect my people are not in +this neighbourhood and I can't write marriage +letters, and to begin with I don't think my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +people would like me to be married just yet as +I am not quite twenty nine."</p> + +<p>"Well it is silly of you," said Edith, "after +having talked to me so often about it, and +bothered to come into my house, and sat on +the drawing room sofa to make arrangements, +and now you seem not to care for it a bit, +just because your people are not in the neighbourhood; +and besides I was getting quite +excited about it!"</p> + +<p>"If you had only a little more reason in +you," said Burke, "you might take it all in +and understand a bit, but you are such a great +stupid, so I must leave it alone and wait till +I get a chance to speak to Mrs. Molvern about +it—she has got a bit of sense in her if you +haven't," and his revengeful face made poor +little Edith shudder. Indeed she was now too +frightened to answer, and she kept on trying +to go home every time she got a chance, +but Burke's quick eye caught her every time.</p> + +<p>Edith walked on slowly in front thinking +what was the best way to cheer Burke out of +his most moodful mind. At last she hit on +a plan. "Burke," she said "I have painted +such a pretty little tray, it will just hold a +cup of tea and a plate of toast and the paint<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +is quite dry now, if you will come in and have +a cup of tea with me to-day, I will gladly show +it to you."</p> + +<p>This short but cheerful conversation of +Edith's, made Burke quite forget their quarrel, +and he turned round and said, "I will +willingly come Edith, I know your good painting,—hark, +there is four o'clock striking now."</p> + +<p>"So it is," said Edith pulling her hat more +over her fringe.</p> + +<p>Burke and Edith walked down the quiet +little village in which both their houses stood. +At last they arrived at Edith's house which +was much prettier than Mrs. Molvern's.</p> + +<p>"Don't you think," said Burke as he advanced +to it with firm stride, "that you had +better ring the bell, as you have a visitor with +you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," said Edith "my mother would be +sure to say if she knew it was I, that I was +never to ring again, giving all that trouble +to the servants; it isn't as if you were alone."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Burke, "I only thought +perhaps it was best."</p> + +<p>Edith smiled at him as she went up the +front door steps. She led him into her pretty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +little bed-room to take off his things while +she took off hers.</p> + +<p>"How very comfortable all looks" said +Burke, "I feel quite inclined to write a note +at that pretty little table there."</p> + +<p>"Oh indeed but you shan't," said Edith just +beginning her snappy temper, but Burke forgot +to reply to her.</p> + +<p>They then went down and had some tea and +Burke much admired the pretty tray of +Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the +remainder of the luncheon) some toasted buns, +a sago pudding, a dried bloater and a couple +of shrimps.</p> + +<p>After this Edith threatened to hate Burke +if he would not arrange about the marriage.</p> + +<p>"Look here, I wish you would talk of something +else," said Burke, "I have a good mind +not to marry you at all."</p> + +<p>But at this Edith clung so wretchedly to his +knees that he had to say, "well, to-morrow +morning."</p> + +<p>So that next morning Burke walked along +down the village trying to make out where +his own dear Edith could be.</p> + +<p>Just as he was thinking of going up to her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +house he saw Norah Mackie and Evelyn +Slattery coming along together.</p> + +<p>"Your friend," they said chaffingly, "is +picking some old geraniums in the front garden."</p> + +<p>Burke stared at them straight and putting +out his tongue once or twice, walked on to +find his darling pet.</p> + +<p>"I wish my sister Mary was here," echoed +Evelyn, "she would soon strike out at you." +And they walked on grumbling at his impudence.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2> + +<h3>MARRIAGE</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Well</span> pretty dear," said Burke as he approached +Edith's garden.</p> + +<p>"Angel! I have been waiting for you to +come and talk about the wedding."</p> + +<p>"Yes I am perfectly settled," said Burke, +and he began: "I have written to my people +and they have written back to say yes I may +marry you, and kind Mrs. Molvern is having +such a nice wedding suit made for me, and I +think we will be prepared to receive the Sacrament +of Matrimony next Thursday."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Thank you so much," said Edith "suppose +we talk about it now here on this sunny +bench."</p> + +<p>Burke lifted up his coat tails and squatted +himself down. "The first thing to find out +about," he said, "is about asking Father Fanty +to marry us."</p> + +<p>"Yes, now I have hit upon a plan this very +minute," said Edith, "you will write a letter +to him. I have got a rather crumpled bit of +paper in my pocket, and as most men have got +a pen in their pockets most likely you have +got one."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I have," said Burke, "and a threepenny +blotter too."</p> + +<p>As for ink, Edith had a halfpenny bottle +in her pocket. So Burke began like this:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Rev. Father Fanty</span>,</p> + +<p>I hope your kindness does not mind +marrying us Miss Edith Plush and myself. +We are both capable of receiving the Sacrament +of Matrimony on Thursday next if quite +convenient to you. Hoping you will excuse +my craving for Matrimony,</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Your sincerely,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Thomas Henrick.</span>"<br /> +</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> + +<p>Burke told Edith's maid to run to the Presbytery +with the letter and wait for an answer. +About a quarter of an hour afterwards this +exquisite and most graceful letter came from +Father Fanty.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Most dear T. Henrick</span>,</p> + +<p>On Thursday I am free from all engagement +and am most willing to marry you, and +give a charming wedding breakfast in my +lovely harmonium room. So with my best +congratulations on your coming marriage,</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 8em;">I am,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Your affectionate priest,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Father Fanty.</span>"<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>So on the following Thursday Burke and +Edith were dressed as I shall mention now. +The timid darling lady had on a most lovely +sky blue coloured dress with a high bustle, +and it was blossomed over with sham daisies +tied on with green ribbon. On her head she +wore a wreath of yellow roses, and her white +veil reached down to the top of her stays. +White kid gloves, and as the sleeves of her +dress were rather short, her red beef coloured +hands showed between. She had pretty white<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +velvet boots with grass green buttons, and +washed out red stockings. In her hand she +held a bunch of green ivy.</p> + +<p>The strong and bold bridegroom wore a red +swallow tailed coat, with a green silk sash tied +in front. He had black knickerbockers and +white woollen socks, and black dressing slippers, +and he carried a bowler in his hand.</p> + +<p>When they arrived at the church the marriage +was splendid, but the bare legs of Burke +were not much appreciated.</p> + +<p>For the wedding breakfast they had several +cups of Bouillon Fleet, and eight of Bovril. +They had six Vanilla cream puddings and +strawberry ices by the score; but they kept +the blinds drawn down in case vulgar little +boys should loom in and say "give us a slice," +while the leg of pork was being cut.</p> + +<p>For their honeymoon, they went to the south +of India, and seven hours after they got there +they had two twin babies, a boy and a girl +which they called Abraham and Sarah, because +they were fond of those holy saints.</p> + +<p>So we will say goodbye to this two chaptered +story.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE TRUE HISTORY OF<br /> +LESLIE WOODCOCK</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> +<div class='center'><b>To<br /> + +<big>DEAREST MOTHER</big><br /> + +<small>FROM</small><br /> + +<big>DAISY ON HER BIRTHDAY</big></b></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> + +<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2> + +<h3>INTRODUCING THE FAMILY</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Sylvia</span> Sylvia" cried a man's voice in the +hall. "Where is that child?"</div> + +<p>"Coming" answered the child for so she was +always called by her Uncle Richard although +in years she was close on 19.</p> + +<p>And she turned to obey the summons, a deep +flush mounted to her usually too pale cheeks, +and lighted up her whole countenance.</p> + +<p>Sylvia Monton was little more than a baby +when her parents were both drowned whilst +on their way to India where Captain Monton +was to join his regiment. So little Sylvia was +left an orphan and her mothers only brother +Richard Earlsdown came forward to take +charge of her being a bachelor and possessing +no children of his own.</p> + +<p>At the time our history opens Sylvia was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +tall thin girl with a fair and saddened face, +which was only enlivened by the sky blue of +her eyes—she had golden hair which she wore +combed back from her white and noble forehead +and arranged in heavy waves round her +small and shapely head—a small rosebud +mouth which when wide open displayed 2 +rows of pearly white teeth. Small white hands +adorned by 3 golden rings and a tiny round +nose which she daintily touched now and +again with a lace hankerchief.</p> + +<p>It was 3 oclock on a dismal afternoon late +in February and the place was on the boarders +of the Sussex downs.</p> + +<p>"What a rainy day for our walk Uncle" +sighed Sylvia as she approached her uncle who +was still waiting in the hall.</p> + +<p>"I wish it were finer my dear" said Mr. +Earlsdown opening a large unbrella manfully.</p> + +<p>Mr. Earlsdown was an elderly man between +50 and 60, he had iron grey hair and a long +bushy beard to corrospond, sharp grey eyes +and a would be handsome face but for a stern +forbidding expression it habitually wore. He +was broad and stout and had a manfull way +of carelessly swinging his arms that gave him +many friends. Not only this but he had a loud<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +hearty voice that he knew how to use with a +will.</p> + +<p>Here Mr. Earlsdown proceeded to turn up +his trouser tips and offering his large umbrella +to his niece cried in his hearty voice +"let us brave the storm."</p> + +<p>Just then a gust of wind blew Sylvia's +dainty toque down a side street. "Oh uncle" +she gasped dropping the gingham in her dismay +"do go and fetch it," but ere she uttered +the words a tall handsome fellow approached +bearing his head and displaying the lost hat +in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Oh thank you" cried Sylvia a beautiful +blush mounting her fair cheeks "I am so very +grateful to you."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid it is rather dusty" said the +newcomer taking out a lovely silk hankerchief +and preparing to wipe the charming object</p> + +<p>"Don't trouble sir" said Mr. Earlsdown and +taking out a large red kerchief he seized the +hat in his huge hand and pounded it vigorously. +"Oh uncle gently" cried Sylvia "you +will spoil my feathers</p> + +<p>"I know what I am about my dear" said +Mr. Earlsdown "and you sir come and see us<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +to-morrow, my child will be glad of a caller."</p> + +<p>"Oh indeed I shall" cried Sylvia blushing.</p> + +<p>And Leslie Woodcock, for that was the +handsome fellows name raised his hat and +bowed low saying "I shall be delighted my dear +sir, but might I ask what your address is.</p> + +<p>"Certainly my man" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown +as with a hearty laugh he produced a +little card on which was written</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;"><span class="smcap">R. Earlsdown Esq</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Yellowflower Hall</span><br /> +Mayfield Sussex<br /> +</div> + +<p>Leslie bowed once more and taking the +card moved gently away. What took place +after this will be reserved for our next chapter.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2> + +<h3>LESLIE WOODCOCK</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> hero of my story I will now describe.</div> + +<p>Leslie Woodcock was about 6 feet in his +stockings and fine and well built. He had +very dark brown hair neatly parted at one +side, a curly moustache of the same shade and +deep brown eyes always half shut. He had a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +large straight nose and mouth to correspond +and white well shaped hands and feet, that +set off this good looking young man.</p> + +<p>It was about half past 3 oclock on the following +afternoon when Leslie Woodcock +dressed in a light grey suit and crimson tie, +black felt bowler and fur lined overcoat, +started for Yellowflower Hall.</p> + +<p>Sylvia who had been expecting him all the +morning was pleased to hear the front door +bell ring, and hurried to the window to wave +her hand, as she knew it <i>must</i> be the good looking +stranger.</p> + +<p>Just then the drawing room door was flung +open and the butler announced Mr. Woodcock +"Oh good afternoon" said Sylvia rushing from +the window to greet the visitor "how good of +you to come in all this pouring rain."</p> + +<p>"It was a bad day to come, but I was true +to my word" answered our hero warmly shaking +hands.</p> + +<p>"Yes indeed how wet you must be" said +Sylvia and then turning to the butler she +added "Johnson inform Mr. Earlsdown that +Mr. Woodcock is here."</p> + +<p>In about 3 minutes a heavy step was heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +and Mr. Earlsdown came bounding into the +room laughing loudly.</p> + +<p>"How do Mr. Woodcock" he gasped between +his peals of laughter "I didn't at all expect +you, in fact I forgot all about you" and here +he sank into a chair and offered a snuff box +to his friend.</p> + +<p>"Thanks" said Leslie streching out his long +thin fingers and taking a small pinch which he +silently dropped on the floor as being so young +he was afraid it would make him sick.</p> + +<p>"You'll stop to tea wont you?" asked Sylvia +arranging the folds of her green silk dress.</p> + +<p>"Thank you I will if it is no trouble" said +Leslie and a smile passed over his thin lips.</p> + +<p>In a few moments Johnson and another footman +brought in tea from the conservatory on +a silver tray.</p> + +<p>"Now Mr. Woodcock please to help yourself" +said Mr. Earlsdown offering him three +or four plates of sugar and other cakes. Leslie +took a small jam wafer and proceeded to nibble +it quietly. "How far did you come?" asked +the girl as she was busy pouring out tea.</p> + +<p>"Not very far" responded Leslie lifting his +full brown eyes to her face. "I live in Astma +House upon the high road.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh I see" replied Sylvia with a nod of her +fair head, "you have sisters and brothers then? +for I have seen them coming in and out."</p> + +<p>"I have two sisters and a cousin" replied +Leslie.</p> + +<p>"<i>Oh</i> what are their names? asked Sylvia +who had a very curious nature.</p> + +<p>"My sisters are Violet and Hilda and my +cousin is Albert Morris."</p> + +<p>"Oh what sweet names" cried the girl "I +wish you would bring them here some day."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I will" said Leslie "but Albert +does not care for calling he is a very quiet +fellow.</p> + +<p>"I am sure I should like him. I love boys" +said Sylvia.</p> + +<p>Here Leslie thought he had better be going +so taking his hat and gloves he shook hands +after first promising to bring his family the +next time he came.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2> + +<h3>THE BALL</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">About</span> 3 months after the events recorded in +our last chapter Mr. Woodcock decided to give<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +a ball in honour of his daughter Violets coming +of age. So he sent out about 20 invitations +and Leslie made quite sure that Sylvia was +amongst the list of invited people.</div> + +<p>At last the happy day arrived and as the +carriages drew up in front of Astma House +Leslie's form might be seen standing on the +door step looking out for when Sylvia would +arrive. At last she came and Leslie offered +his hand to help her up the steps.</p> + +<p>Sylvia was attired in costly white satin with +an edging of beaver round the skirt. The body +was trimmed with real Venetian Point. Upon +her hands she wore pink kid gloves and in her +hair a pink may blossom. Her small well +formed feet were clad in white high heeled +shoes and silk stockings.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid I am late Leslie" she said as +she entered the hall "but I had such a bother +to fix my hair, my maid was out you see" she +added blushing</p> + +<p>"Oh never mind" said Leslie taking Sylvia's +cloak and hanging it up "let us come into the +drawing room and join in this walse.</p> + +<p>Sylvia's programme was soon filled and she +danced till she was tired and at last while resting +in an arm chair she was not sorry to see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +Hilda Woodcock approaching her with a +strawberry ice.</p> + +<p>"Leslie is going to bring you some jelly or +cream pudding in a minute" she said handing +Sylvia the tray.</p> + +<p>In an instant Leslie came up to her and +handing her a jelly retired quickly saying he +would be back soon.</p> + +<p>At that moment Sylvia felt a touch on her +arm and looking round found herself face to +face with Albert Morris, a short red haired +young man about 22.</p> + +<p>"Oh what is it?" cried Sylvia jumping up +from her seat.</p> + +<p>"Nothing much" replied Albert quietly +"only as you are disingaged will you have a +valse with me."</p> + +<p>"I really can't" answered Sylvia hotly "I +<i>am</i> so tired. I have been dancing all the evening."</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Albert and he went away +and Sylvia turning round saw Leslie sitting +beside a young lady gently fanning her and +talking to her.</p> + +<p>An angry flush mounted to her fair cheeks +and for a moment she could barely keep her +temper, then without a minutes hesitation she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +walked boldly towards Leslie and his friend. +Leslie jumped up when he saw her approach +"I was just coming to look for you Sylvia" +he said and getting up he followed her to the +end of the room.</p> + +<p>"Who was that person I saw you talking to +so lovingly?" asked Sylvia.</p> + +<p>"Oh that was Isobel May Saunders, a great +friend of mine" replied Leslie with a short +laugh.</p> + +<p>"So I should think a <i>great</i> friend" answered +Sylvia angrily "and by the way you were talking +to her I should think you were engaged +to her."</p> + +<p>"Look here Sylvia don't be angry" said Leslie +slowly "but I <i>was</i> going to have made her +my wife once but since I met you I have +thought better of it—please don't say any +more about it."</p> + +<p>"Oh Leslie" cried Sylvia in surprise "but +does the poor girl believe that you love her</p> + +<p>"To tell you the truth Sylvia" replied Leslie +getting very red as he spoke "my belief is +that Isobel thinks I love her and as I can not +throw her over altogether that is why you saw +me speaking to her just then."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But what is your reason for not marrying +her?" cried Sylvia.</p> + +<p>"Well because I thought I would rather +marry someone else" said Leslie blushing and +looking straight into her face.</p> + +<p>"But who do you want to marry?" said Sylvia +blushing in her turn.</p> + +<p>"You dearest" he replied in an undertone +"ever since the day I came to call upon your +uncle I have set my heart on making you my +wife. Do you think you love me enough to +marry me?"</p> + +<p>"I think I do Leslie" said Sylvia getting +very hot "but I must speak to uncle about it +first."</p> + +<p>"Don't forget" said Leslie in a beseeching +tone "and let me know as soon as possible."</p> + +<p>So the whole of that evening Leslie and +Sylvia kept together but as Leslie was helping +Sylvia on with her cloak, Sylvia saw Isobel +Saunders gazing at Leslie with a look +which went straight to her heart.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2> + +<h3>AFTER THE BALL</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Before</span> we go on any further we had better +say a word about Isobel Saunders.</div> + +<p>She was the only daughter of Colonel Saunders +of the 159th who having lost a lot of +money in the army was now in very poor circumstances. +His wife had died five years previously +and left him with three sons and a +daughter. The eldest son William was a tall +stout elderly man of about 25 who followed +his father's profession. Robert the next was +fair and delicate looking taking after his +mother and lived very much at home and was +just 21 years of age. The youngest son Frederick +who was Isobel's junior by 4 years was +still at school.</p> + +<p>Isobel, who at the time my story opens had +just attained the age of 20 years was 5 feet +3 inches in height, she had thick dark hair +fashionably dressed and a massive fringe over +her stately forehead. She had bewitching +brown eyes from which long lashes swept +her cheeks. She had an aqueline nose and a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +bright complextion. She had nice feet and +was fairly podgy.</p> + +<p>It was 10 o'clock on the morning after the +ball, when Colonel Saunders came into the +breakfast room with an open letter in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Here is some news for you Isobel" he said +"Your aunt Miss Vickers intends favouring us +with one of her weekly visits she will arrive +this afternoon by the 3 o'clock train, so mind +and have everything ready or there will be a +fine fuss."</p> + +<p>"Oh dear" exclaimed Isobel preparing to +pour out the whisky for her father. "I always +dread Aunt Sophia's visits."</p> + +<p>"Yes indeed she is an old nuisance but we +must make the best of her and after all a week +is not long."</p> + +<p>"That is true" replied Isobel "but still it +adds to my other troubles." and with a sigh +she ran up to prepare the bedroom.</p> + +<p>The town clock was striking 4 when a cab +drew up at Vebena Villa and Isobel flew to +open the front door.</p> + +<p>"How are you dear Aunt! she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Well my dear I am not as well as might be +expected. I have had a severe cold and my +servants have worried me so much I thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +a week's rest might do me good" answered +the fidgety dame hastening into the drawing +room and taking a seat she proceeded to give +Isobel a list of all her complaints and when +she had come to an end of them she turned to +her niece saying "Please tell Jane to take my +box up and then after I have had some tea +I will go to bed, I have had a long and fatiging +journey."</p> + +<p>Here will be a good time to explain Miss +Vickers, she was tall and angular and thin +with black hair slightly grey which she wore +in an untidy nob behind, she had dark piercing +eyes that always seemed to find out other +people's business.</p> + +<p>Isobel smiled as the door closed on the tall +and portly frame of her aunt and she began +to re-arrange the room which already in 10 +minutes Miss Vickers had turned upside down.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2> + +<h3>AFTER THE BALL (<i>continued</i>)</h3> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Whilst</span> this scene was taking place at Vebena +Villa, a very different one was going on at +Yellowflower Hall.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> + +<p>While sitting at the breakfast table Sylvia +Monton was wondering how to ask her uncle +if she might come to terms with Leslie Woodcock.</p> + +<p>Presently Mr. Earlsdown rose from his chair +and seizing his pipe he entered his study roaring +'Private Tommy Atkins' at the top of his +loud voice.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid my uncle is in one of his +boisterous moods" sighed Sylvia finishing her +coffee, "but he does get so excited poor uncle +especially when he has been out the night before. +I don't remember seeing much of him at +the ball. I was so taken up with Leslie. I am +rather glad I did not see him though for nothing +would induce him to wear evening clothes +or a shirt front and he insisted on going in his +bicycling suit and such a soiled red tie and <i>oh</i> +his hair it was really like a crows nest, I don't +know what Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock would +have said if he had suddenly burst out with +that dreadful 'Tommy Atkins.' but there poor +uncle he <i>has</i> such spirits."</p> + +<p>So saying Sylvia skipped into her uncle's +study.</p> + +<p>"Hullo hullo my lassie" he cried tossing +down last week's 'Pick me up.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I wanted to speak to you Uncle" said Sylvia +putting her trembling hand on Mr. Earlsdown's +shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Talk away then" said Mr. Earlsdown "I +am prepared for the very worst news."</p> + +<p>"It's nothing much" said the girl "only—</p> + +<p>"Wake up wake up my child" said her uncle +"only what?"</p> + +<p>"Only that Leslie Woodcock has asked me +to marry him and with your permission I will +accept."</p> + +<p>"I dare say you will" said Mr. Earlsdown +"but I am not going to give my consent" replied +the excitable gentleman "I am not going +to see you marry a begger."</p> + +<p>"But uncle he is not a begger" cried Sylvia +"he is well off, honest and dependable"</p> + +<p>"I dare say he is all that" said Mr. Earlsdown +"dependable indeed! why ten to one +when you have been married to him a month +he will devoice you for some other girl he is +silly enough to prefer; no no you shall marry a +lord, that is what I want for my money, so +next time you see young Woodcock just send +him about his business, impudent young fellow!!"</p> + +<p>"Uncle have <i>some</i> mercy" here burst from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +Sylvia's pale lips "I'll never marry any one +else" and with a cry of "Leslie <i>my</i> Leslie" she +fled from the room and flinging herself on her +own bed gave way to bitter tears.</p> + +<p>But finally taking heart of grace she siezed +her blotting book and poured forth these heart +rending words.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">My own,</span></p> + +<p>Owing to my merciless uncle I am forced +to give you up as he thinks to marry a lord, +but <i>no never!</i> my Leslie and although I may +never see you again think of me always as I +shall of you and believe me to be</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Yours and yours alone</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Sylvia</span>.<br /> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2> + +<h3>THE ELOPEMENT</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was past 2 o'clock before Leslie received +Sylvia's wretched appeal.</div> + +<p>It was brought to him in his room whilst +dressing for an afternoon party. Leslie read +it carefully through and then throwing it on +the floor seezed his head in his hands and +thought it over.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> + +<p>Presently he looked up with, a determined +expression on his face "I must marry her" +he cried, and then sitting down he picked up +a sheet of writing paper and prepared to answer +the note and this was what he said.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">My best loved</span></p> + +<p>If you will agree to this plan I will marry +you yet. Have all your wants packed up this +evening by 6 o'clock and we will elope together +dearest and when we are one, we will +go to America and make our fortunes.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Ever dearest</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Your own Leslie</span>.<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>He then told one of the servants to take the +above to Yellowflower Hall and give it into +Miss Monton's hands, and wait for her answer.</p> + +<p>The servant soon returned to say that the +young lady would agree to the plan.</p> + +<p>Leslie then began to collect his stockings +and under garments and whilst rummaging in +his wardrobe he heard something drop on the +floor. He stooped to pick it up, it was a photograph +of Isobel Saunders.</p> + +<p>"Poor Isobel" murmured Leslie and wrapping +the photo up he put it in his pocket. "I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +wonder what she will think of me when she +knows."</p> + +<p>At 5 o'clock the housemaid came to tell tea +was ready.</p> + +<p>"Oh bring me a cup of tea up here, "I am +not feeling very well" said Leslie as she closed +the door.</p> + +<p>At 1/4 to 6 Leslie slipped out by the back +door. He was attired in a long old fashioned +ulster, a deer stalking cap, large golosha boots, +and a hunting suit as he had gone to hunt for +Sylvia. On his right arm he carried a bag +containing clean under linen and other odds +and ends also his money consisting of £40 in +ready gold. He entered the garden of Yellowflower +Hall and stole up unseen to Sylvia's +room. He found her standing by the table buttoning +her jacket with nervous trembling +fingers.</p> + +<p>"Oh Leslie!" she cried as he entered the +room "I am so glad you have come" and saying +this she fell back in a chair and fainted +dead away.</p> + +<p>Leslie caught hold of the water jug and +wetting a sponge applied it to her white face, +and by this and the aid of smelling saults, Sylvia +soon revived.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am so nervous" she said "Oh Leslie shall +we ever get away in safety?"</p> + +<p>"Yes dearest yes" whispered the lover, +"trust me darling and you will be alright."</p> + +<p>"I am ready now" said Sylvia in a weak +voice as she put a packet of biscuits into her +bundle.</p> + +<p>"I'll carry your luggage" said Leslie picking +up her bundle which was tied in a white tablecloth.</p> + +<p>Sylvia had been more particular than Leslie +as to her luggage. Besides all her under-linen +she had with her two pairs of clean +sheets and pillow cases, some bath towels and +soap, likewise a sponge and a yard of flannel +(in case she lost any) a flask of brandy, some +new potatoes and a tooth brush.</p> + +<p>Sylvia's window opened into the lawn so it +was easy to escape and once off the high road +she and Leslie felt safe.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2> + +<h3>THE LODGINGS</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Leslie</span> and Sylvia having tramped until midnight +found themselves weary and footsore at +London.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></div> + +<p>"I can't afford very good lodgings" said Leslie +"my money must last until I get employment.</p> + +<p>"Where shall we go then?" said Sylvia.</p> + +<p>"To some common lodging house" said Leslie +"you see <i>you</i> have clean sheets if they are +needful—ah there is the lodging house."</p> + +<p>So he and Sylvia approached a filthy house +at the end of a narrow street, Leslie knocked +at the door and after waiting 10 minutes a +dirty old woman with a candle in her hand, +opened the door.</p> + +<p>"What is it you want? she said, "disturbing +me this time of night!"</p> + +<p>"We have come for a lodging" said our hero +"how much would it be?"</p> + +<p>"4d a night single" said the old woman "and +2d extra if you want a drop of water to wash +with."</p> + +<p>Leslie's heart sank within him at these +words but he felt bound to accept saying "I +hope the beds and the water are clean."</p> + +<p>"Clean enough I'm sure" said the old woman +"considering they have only been used a few +times." so saying she led them up a rickety +stair case into a shabby little room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The bed ain't made yet said Old Nan pointing +to a heap of rags in the corner.</p> + +<p>"Thank you" said Leslie and locking the +door he turned to Sylvia who by this time was +wandering hopelessly about the filthy garret.</p> + +<p>"We'll make the bed anyhow" said Leslie +"get out your sheets Sylvia."</p> + +<p>She obeyed and Leslie kneeling on the floor +began to sort out the rags. He found an old +blanket which being a shade cleaner than the +others he laid upon the floor covering it with a +clean sheet; then stuffing his jacket inside the +pillow case he made it into a pillow, he then +laid another sheet over that and covered it +with his and Sylvia's overcoats, he pronounced +the bed made.</p> + +<p>"How very dreadful!" gasped Sylvia "I can +not sleep upon that bed."</p> + +<p>"You must" said Leslie throwing open the +window to air the room.</p> + +<p>The next morning Leslie, who had sat by +the open window all night began to collect +the bed clothes and turning to Sylvia said "we +will get out of this as soon as ever we can."</p> + +<p>Then finding a drop of filthy water in a +cracked basin he proceeded to wash his face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +and hands, though Sylvia said she would +rather go dirty than use such water.</p> + +<p>Just then Old Nan entred and looking +round said "well now I hope you have had a +pleasant night."</p> + +<p>"Oh very" stammered poor Leslie.</p> + +<p>"I think we are going now, if you will tell +me what it comes to."</p> + +<p>"Well let me see" said Old Nan</p> + +<p>"2 beds and 2 washes—</p> + +<p>"But I didn't wash" said Sylvia</p> + +<p>"And <i>I</i> didn't go to bed" said Leslie</p> + +<p>"Then it will be 6d growled Old Nan. and +after paying their landlady Leslie and Sylvia +fled for their lives.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2> + +<h3>THE MARRIAGE</h3> + + +<p>"I <span class="smcap">wonder</span> where we can find a church to be +married in" said Sylvia.</p> + +<p>"We dont look as though we were <i>going</i> to +be married" said Leslie "and I feel so soiled +after sleeping in that lodging house."</p> + +<p>"I should think you do" said Sylvia "I never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +felt so dirty in my life—why there is a church +Leslie"</p> + +<p>"Yes I know but I mean to buy you a white +veil and a piece of lace" said Leslie "here is +a shilling get what you can"</p> + +<p>Sylvia hurried across the road and soon returned +with a yard of book muslin for a veil +and 1/2 a yard of furniture lace.</p> + +<p>"That will do" said Leslie and they entered +the church.</p> + +<p>A middle aged man was busy lighting the +church lamps and stared hopelessly as the +couple entered.</p> + +<p>"Please are you the clergyman?" asked +Leslie.</p> + +<p>"No" said the man "Mr. Roberts who is +sorting surplices in the vestry is the parson."</p> + +<p>"Can we speak to him" said Leslie quietly</p> + +<p>"Yes sir" replied the man opening the vestry +door.</p> + +<p>"Oh are you the clergyman?" said Leslie to +a tall dark man who was just folding up some +clean linen.</p> + +<p>"Yes I am" replied the said gentleman "can +I do anything for you?"</p> + +<p>"Well we wanted to be married" said Leslie +bashfully "if this young lady may put her veil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +on in the vestry we could then wait in the +church till you are at leisure."</p> + +<p>"Yes I think I have time" said Mr. Roberts +glancing at his watch "please sign your names +in this book and I will ring the bell for the +acolyte"</p> + +<p>So saying he touched a spring bell and very +soon a small fair-haired boy appeared in the +door way.</p> + +<p>"Take two lighted candles into the church +Tommy" said Mr. Roberts "and place two +kneeling chairs in the aisle."</p> + +<p>Tommy obeyed and very soon Sylvia and +Leslie were kneeling side by side in the church.</p> + +<p>About 5 minutes afterwards our hero and +heroine walked out husband and wife!!</p> + +<p>"Let us have our wedding breakfast at the +Gaiety restaurant" said Leslie and hailing a +handsom the married couple stepped in.</p> + +<p>"What would you like my dear" said Leslie +sitting down at a ready laid table.</p> + +<p>"I'd like rabbit pie and apple fritters and +a cup of coffee please" said Sylvia throwing off +her gloves and displaying her newly put on +wedding ring.</p> + +<p>"Very good my dear" said Leslie "and I will +have a slice of roast pork and suet pudding<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +and treacle and beer and soda mixed that is +a mild B and S my dear"</p> + +<p>Half way through his pork Leslie pulled out +a letter from his pocket and after piercing at +it for two or three minutes he read as follows.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class='right'> +Homer Villa, Margate.<br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p> + +<p>I shall be very please to acomodate you +for a fortnight. You can have a good sized +bedroom, parlour and dining room for 3 +guineas per week including everything else. +I shall expect you tonight so</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 6em;">Believe me to be</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours very truly</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Mary Mason</span>.<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>"This <i>is</i> good news my dear" said Leslie "if +you have done your pie we will take the first +train to Margate, hand me your bundle and we +will start."</p> + +<p>It was not a very long journey but Sylvia +who was very tired was not sorry to hear the +porters screaming "Margate station."</p> + +<p>A pony cart from Homer Villa was waiting +for them and Leslie and Sylvia were soon at +their lodgings.</p> + +<p>A fat good tempered looking woman showed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +them into a comfortable parlour where a lovely +tea consisting of ham sandwiches, poached +eggs, tea and bread and butter was waiting +for them. And here we will leave them to enjoy +it while we take the train back to Mayfield.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2> + +<h3>THE CONFUSION</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">About</span> 1/4 to 8 o'clock the dressing bell at Yellowflower +Hall pealed forth its usual summons.</div> + +<p>"I am glad dinner is so nearly ready" said +untidy Mr. Earlsdown straightening his tie +and running a comb through his hair "I'll go +and have a quiet glass of claret while I am +waiting—perhaps Sylvia will appear by then."</p> + +<p>Mr. Earlsdown had just drained his glass +when Johnson brought in some pea soup, bacon +and green cabbage, merangues and chocolate +pudding.</p> + +<p>"Don't trouble about ringing the second bell +Johnson" said Mr. Earlsdown "just call Miss +Monton and I will begin."</p> + +<p>So saying he began to serve out the bacon +on a golden plate.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Where is that child" said Mr. Earlsdown +after having 3 serves of the bacon.</p> + +<p>Just then Johnson entered with a very long +face "If you please sir" he said "Miss Monton +is nowhere in the house and her room Mary +says is <i>that</i> untidy, you'd think a wild menagerie +had been there."</p> + +<p>"Bless my life" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown +throwing down his fork and tossing his table +napkin to the butler.</p> + +<p>Forthwith he rushed upstairs to his niece's +room and the sight which met his eyes was +enough to astonish even Mr. Earlsdown. A +pile of linen stood in a corner of the room, +hats, jackets and various articles of clothing +were scattered in every direction and at last +on the bed a letter adressed in Sylvia's hand +to himself and this is what it said.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Uncle</span>,</p> + +<p>Please do not worry yourself about me. I +am quite safe under the charge of Leslie Woodcock. +We shall be in London to-night but from +that day forth I dont know where we shall be. +My name from now is</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Sylvia Woodcock</span>.<br /> +</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>As Mr. Earlsdown read this coldly worded +epistle he flashed his eyes and stamped heavily +on the floor.</p> + +<p>"Why bless the girl" he screamed "I'll have +her back within an inch of her life" so saying +he tore out of the bedroom and called for +Johnson.</p> + +<p>The butler came running upstairs to receive +his orders.</p> + +<p>Johnson take the first train to London and +search everywhere for traces of Mr. and Mrs. +Woodcock" and handing the butler 2/6 he sent +him off by the 8.8 to London.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile there was also great confusion +at Astmer House. On the summons to dinner +Leslie was found missing.</p> + +<p>"Dear me" exclaimed Mrs. Woodcock jumping +up and knocking over a soup tureen "Albert +go and look for your cousin."</p> + +<p>"Oh <i>he</i> is alright" answered Albert "there +is no need to fuss."</p> + +<p>"Yes there is you heartless boy, go and look +for my son at once."</p> + +<p>"Oh bother" said Albert flinging down his +book.</p> + +<p>"Dont snap" said Mrs. Woodcock as Albert +dashed furiously out of the room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>He returned within 1/4 of an hour to say he +could find no traces of Leslie except his tooth-brush +in the back garden and a pocket handkerchief +on the stairs.</p> + +<p>"Oh I hope he is not lost" cried Mrs. Woodcock +"my dear son, where can he be?"</p> + +<p>"Oh but you have me" said Albert with a +faint smile.</p> + +<p>"What do I care for you?" said Mrs. Woodcock +bitterly.</p> + +<p>Albert immediately began shuffling about +and took a drink of water to hide his blushes.</p> + +<p>"As you are so <i>very</i> stupid" continued Mrs. +Woodcock "perhaps you can <i>manage</i> to walk +** far as Yellowflower Hall and see if you +find any traces of Leslie."</p> + +<p>Albert pushed on his hat and stamped out +and returned in 1/2 hour in a rather more excited +mood than he went out.</p> + +<p>"I say Aunt" he cried running into the dining +room "would you believe it just by that +railing near Yellowflower Hall I found Miss +Monton's shoe and Leslie's watch key, I +brought both back to show it is true."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Woodcock uttered a terrified "Oh" and +sank nearly unconscious on the sofa.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 11</h2> + +<h3>JOHNSON'S SEARCH</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Johnson</span> arrived in London at 25 minutes to +ten. It was a dark foggy night and the air +was cold. Johnson gave a shiver as he +wrapped his ulster round him.</div> + +<p>He wandered hopelessly about for an hour +or two and oddly enough he took the very same +lodgings as Sylvia and Leslie had spent their +first night in London; being in that part of the +city and too tired to look for better apartments.</p> + +<p>Towards noon on the following day Johnson +encountered a friend, Thomas Bench by name, +and forgetting all about his errand he turned +into a public house close by to enjoy a quiet +drink with his friend.</p> + +<p>"What are you up here for Jim?" said +Thomas Bench.</p> + +<p>"Well" said Johnson stirring up his hot +whisky and water "its rather a serious matter, +my master's niece has gone and run away +with her young man and I am on the look out +for her."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Aye aye" answered Bench scratching his +oily head "what sort of a young miss is she +eh?"</p> + +<p>"Well she's a pretty sort of girl with plenty +of fair hair and blue eyes there is no mistaking +she belongs to the upper ten my man"</p> + +<p>"Oh indeed" replied Bench taking a piece +of blue paper from his pocket "what is the +young lady's name?"</p> + +<p>"Miss Morton by your leave" roared the +butler.</p> + +<p>"Well" replied Bench "look here." Johnson +snatched the bit of crumpled paper and +read it through. On the paper was written</p> + +<div class='center'> +<span class="smcap">Miss Sylvia Monton.</span><br /> +Homer Villa, Margate.<br /> +</div> + +<p>"Mercy" screamed Johnson "wherever did +you find it?"</p> + +<p>"Well" replied Thomas Bench "I was walking +in Orange Alley where old Nan lives and +outside the door I found this scrap of paper, +what do you think it means old pal?"</p> + +<p>"I should say" said Johnson biting his lips +"it looks as though it meant that our young +lady had taken up her abode there."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> + +<p>"So should I" said Bench with a broad grin +and so saying the two men walked out arm +in arm. Outside they parted and Johnson took +the first train for Margate and whilst waiting +at the station a telegram was brought to +him by dirty old Nan.</p> + +<p>Tearing it open he found it was from Mayfield +saying Mr. Earlsdown was dying and he +was wanted at once.</p> + +<p>"Oh lor!" ejaculated the butler making a +rush for the ticket office. Johnson did not arrive +at Mayfield till 4.0 o'clock, then he instantly +made his way to Mr. Earlsdown's bedroom.</p> + +<p>All the servants in the household were standing +round the bed and on it lay the unconscious +figure of Mr. Earlsdown.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" cried Johnson pushing his +way through the crowd.</p> + +<p>"Appoplexy" answered Susan the housemaid +holding her apron to her streaming eyes +"the poor dear master was so excited thinking +about Miss Monton and then all of a sudden +he received a note telling of the engagement +of Mr. Albert Morris with Miss Saunders +and then that sent him off because he +always wanted Mr. Albert to marry Miss Monton,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +and when Mary went into the drawing +room, there he was in a fit."</p> + +<p>Just then the door opened and in walked +Doctor Mason. The result of his visit will +be seen later on.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 12</h2> + +<h3>SYLVIA'S RETURN</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was a beautiful morning about 3 or 4 days +after our hero and heroine's arrival at Margate. +Leslie was just finishing his coffee and +toast and Sylvia was sitting near the window +glancing over the morning paper.</div> + +<p>Suddenly her rosy face turned deadly pale +and the paper nearly dropped from her trembling +fingers.</p> + +<p>"What is <a name="is_is" id="is_is"></a><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'is'">it</ins> dearest?" asked Leslie placing +his arm around her waist and kissing her +pallid forehead "has anything in the paper +shaken your nerves?"</p> + +<p>"Oh Leslie Leslie" shrieked Sylvia falling +into his arms "read this and be satisfied that +my nerves <i>are</i> shaken."</p> + +<p>Leslie siezed the paper and read as follows:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Mayfield Sussex. Last Tuesday Mr. Richard +George Earlsdown of Yellowflower Hall +was siezed with appoplexy. On that same day +he had prevented his neice from marrying a +certain gentleman of the neighbourhood and +<i>she</i> has run away with her intended, viz Mr. +Leslie Alexander Woodcock.</p> + +<p>Mr. Earlsdown is now repenting that his +consent was not given to his heartless niece +and that if she comes back before he dies, +married or unmarried, she will receive his love +and forgiveness for ever; he is now in a dying +state and we fear that unless his niece soon +returns he will decidedly expire."</p></div> + +<p>"Shall you go home" asked Leslie quietly.</p> + +<p>"Yes yes" exclaimed Sylvia "Oh Leslie help +me to pack, I feel too weak."</p> + +<p>The trunks were soon packed and the heart +broken couple were on their way to Mayfield. +Arriving at the Hall Sylvia flew up to her uncle's +room and throwing herself on the floor +shook the room with ear piercing sobs.</p> + +<p>"Who is crying?" presently asked Mr. Earlsdown.</p> + +<p>"It is me uncle—your repentant niece."</p> + +<p>Mr. Earlsdown gave a contented smile and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +turned away his head. Presently he turned +round and his eyes fell upon Sylvia's white +hand on the counterpane.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Woodcock I see" he said with a smile +looking at the golden wedding ring on Sylvia's +third finger.</p> + +<p>"Yes Uncle" said Sylvia in a low tone "But +you wont leave me till I am better will you +child" said her uncle.</p> + +<p>"Never uncle" said Sylvia "never to your +dying day."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 13</h2> + +<h3>HOW IT ENDED</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Seven</span> years have elapsed since the events told +in our last chapter and our scene once more +changes to the ball room at Asmer House. +Leslie and Sylvia no longer newly married +people are sitting by the piano and opposite +to them on the sofa are Isobel Saunders and +Albert Woodcock. Presently Albert advances +to the piano and asks Sylvia to sing a song.</div> + +<p>"Yes if I can get anyone to play my accompaniment" +says Sylvia.</p> + +<p>"I only wish I could play" said Albert rubbing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +his face and looking with sad eyes at +Mrs. Woodcock. Immediately Isobel seated +herself at the piano and ran her fairy like +fingers over the notes while Sylvia's melodious +voice kept time to the music; and as the beautiful +words of "See the conquering hero +comes" rang out like a peal of thunder, Mr. +Earlsdown come bounding in.</p> + +<p>Here the band struck up God save the Queen +and everybody stood up in respectful silence; +and as the last notes of the German band died +away Mrs. Woodcock took leave of her friends +as we will do of the characters of this book.</p> + + +<h3>THE END</h3> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<h2>WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST</h2> + + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> silvery moon rises slowly above the mountains +of white clouds and sheds its quiet light +upon one of the most beautiful scenes of the +sheltered nooks in the picturesque county of +Devonshire. The tall green hills, so thickly +covered with wild thyme rise clear and high +against the blue sky above. The rippling +waters of a little streamlet glide softly upon +its way through lovely banks of sweet green +moss. Presently a white cloud envelopes the +pale moon and all is darkness!</div> + +<p>Only for a moment, the cloud passes away +and the bright light pours down upon two figures. +The one the tall slim figure of a young +girl, the other the broad well built figure of a +richly dressed man. He wore a beautifully +made blue serge suit and a white tie fastened +with a gold and diamond pin. His felt hat +fitted as though it had been made for him and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +his light overcoat and kid gloves were like the +rest of his toilet well made and of a rich material. +His black hair grew thickly on his +head and his brown eyes glared fiercely, his +brown skin was red with rage and his white +teeth were clenched.</p> + +<p>The girl on the contrary was poorly dressed +and did not seem at home in the presence of +the rich man. She wore a pale grey dress +trimmed with green velvet. It had seen its +best days for it was worn in many places. +She wore a straw hat and a white scarf round +her neck. She was a lovely girl!! Her plentiful +golden hair was coiled into a knob behind +and cut in a small fringe in front. Her +large blue eyes spoke of many mysteries and +were fringed by golden lashes. Her cherry +coloured lips were small and pressed together +in her nervous state. Her white teeth were +clenched and she trembled under the viscious +glare of her companion.</p> + +<p>"I tell you Beatrice you are out of your +senses, you must be, there is no doubt of it, +how can you refuse such an offer?" said the +man fiercely.</p> + +<p>"Oh Lawrence do listen to me," said the +unhappy girl, "it is impossible, it cannot be.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +You are very kind, and I always had and always +shall have a very great respect for you, +but I cannot marry you, indeed I cannot! we +are no match, I am poor and you are rich. Besides +I have a reason for not accepting you for +my husband. Oh Lawrence you make me so +unhappy!" and here the poor girl stopped +short, gave a hurried look round and pressed +her hand to her heart.</p> + +<p>"Beatrice Langton you are a lunatic" cried +the man, "give me an answer straight out—yes +or no. Will you be my wife? Speak out +and dont go jibbering on in that sentimental +fashion; say yes and you will live in luxury +and riches for the rest of your life, say no and +you go home poor and degraded. Now give me +an answer Yes or No!"</p> + +<p>The girl raised her head and spoke thus—"Lawrence +I am very sorry to say it but my +answer is No! Goodbye Mr. Cathcart, goodbye +Lawrence, perhaps we shall never meet +again. What? you will not even shake hands! +Very well, goodnight Lawrence, goodnight."</p> + +<p>She turned and went away leaving him in +the darkness.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2> + +<h3>BEATRICE LANGTON'S HOME</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">When</span> Beatrice went away she made straight +for her home for it was close on nine and her +mother would be anxious. Her heart was +heavy and her eyelids were wet with fast +falling tears as she made her way accross the +desolate moor. Presently she came to the +stream and after crossing the bridge she made +for the common. On the outskirts of the village +stood her home. A little brown cottage +with carefully trimmed roses and jasmine +creeping up the porch and a neat little garden +in front. She opened the gate, walked up the +path and opened the door.</div> + +<p>What a pleasant scene was there before her! +A bright fire was burning in the well kept +hearth and an old lady sat beside it knitting +stockings for the coming winter. Many pictures +adorned the walls. A gentleman was +writing at a table in the window. Three little +girls all in red frocks and white pinnafores +were employed in different ways. The eldest +was some ten years old with curly hair and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +blue eyes and was busy with some corn-flowers +and poppies in a glass vase. The other two +who looked about eight and six had brown eyes +and very fair hair (and) were looking at a +book at the middle table. They all jumped up +as Beatrice entered.</p> + +<p>"Why Beatrice dear how late you are!" said +Mrs. Langton "I sent your supper down. +"Mary, ring the bell, Beatrice must be +hungry."</p> + +<p>"No I am not," answered Beatrice smiling +wearily and seating herself in the chair her +sister had placed for her, "I am only very +tired and would like to go to bed."</p> + +<p>"Oh you must have something," said Mr. +Langton, "Cook made some lovely cheese cakes +for supper, and you shall have some wine to +drink."</p> + +<p>Just then the maid entered, and in spite of +herself Beatrice was soon enjoying a hearty +meal.</p> + +<p>"Oh there is half past nine!" cried Mrs. +Langton, "Lily and Tina go to bed at once, +Mary can wait up for Beatrice if she likes."</p> + +<p>The two little children ran off hand in hand +murmering "lucky Mary."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was eight o'clock next morning when Beatrice +opened her weary eyes and look round +her little room. She jumped up immediately +and ran down to breakfast.</div> + +<p>Her father had just gone off to his farming, +but her mother was sitting in her accustomed +place by the fireside reading a letter which was +evidently causing her some anxiety.</p> + +<p>"Well Mother" cried Beatrice, "what is the +matter?"</p> + +<p>"Well dear" replied Mrs. Langton, sipping +her tea as she spoke, "I have had a letter from +Mrs. Vindsor who went abroad last year, and +she wants you to go and spend the winter with +her in Paris. I would like you to go dear, but +you are my eldest child and you are by no +means strong."</p> + +<p>"Oh Mother do let me go, I should enjoy it, +and you know I am much stronger since I took +to eating Mother Segul's Syrup."</p> + +<p>"I know my love" said Mrs. Langton, "I will +speak to your father about it, and in the meantime +pour me out another cup of tea please."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> + +<p>Beatrice caught hold of the teapot smiling +happily as she did so; her father was not the +man to say no, and what he said her mother +seldom differed from; so she cut her bread and +carved her bacon singing a merry song through +it all. After breakfast Beatrice dusted the +room, got the children ready for school, and +then adjusting a straw hat upon her golden +tresses she prepared herself for a saunter through +the beautiful fields fresh with the +smell of new mown hay and Alderny cows. +She gathered flowers as she went and though +she felt bright and happy by the news the +post had brought there was a sore corner in +her heart—she had quarrelled with Lawrence +Cathcart, and there was not a man in Senbury +Glen who did not know his temper! As she +strolled along she caught sight of Mr. Langton +who was discussing the subject of Welsh +sheep with a tradesman. He saw Beatrice and +walked towards her.</p> + +<p>"Well Bia," he cried, "looking at my cows? +aren't they lovely?"</p> + +<p>"Beautiful Father," cried Beatrice, "but do +you know Mrs. Vindsor wants me to go to +Paris and spend the winter with her family, +and may I go?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes certainly," said Mr. Langton, "and I +suppose that means you would like a pound +or two to buy dresses and hats?"</p> + +<p>Beatrice bit her lip and smiled, "I suppose +so father," she said gazing placidly at her +worn elbows.</p> + +<p>"Very well," said her father, "I will give +you £10, I should advice a blue serge dress and +a yellow hat."</p> + +<p>"Oh no father!" shrieked Beatrice, "I will +get a green dress and a hat trimmed with +roses."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Mr Langton kicking the +hay with his feet "do as you please my dear, +by the bye when are you expected in Paris?"</p> + +<p>"Tomorrow week father," said Beatrice, "at +least so Mother says."</p> + +<p>Mr Langton whistled and then turning to +his daughter he said, "I tell you what Bia, you +had better call at the dressmaker on your way +home, I hate a bustle at the last moment." so +saying Mr Langton gave his daughter £10 in +ready gold! Beatrice took them home and put +them in her purse till the afternoon when she +paid a long visit to the dressmaker. She invested +in a lovely green silk dress trimmed +with a delicate shade of rose pink, and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +dainty little hat was of the same picturesque +colours. She likewise bought a costly diamond +brooch and two silver bangles to make up +the £10.</p> + +<p>On coming out of the shop she turned on +to the moors for a last walk before going to +Paris, for there would be plenty to do at home +such as darning stockings, mending clothes, +etc: She called for Nelly Reeves (a friend of +hers); it would be a good chance to outdo her +thought Beatrice, for Nelly had been to Italy +the year before and did nothing but boast of +it all day. So the two girls arm in arm started +for the moors. Nelly Reeves was a tall good +looking girl, slightly pretty, but with none of +the wistful beauty about her that was so +clearly stamped on all Beatrice Langton's features. +She had black hair and what she considered +beautiful eyes, though they really were +small and vacant in their perpetual stare.</p> + +<p>"Well I hope you will enjoy yourself" she +remarked briskly when Beatrice told her of +the invitation to Paris.</p> + +<p>"I am sure I shall," said Beatrice, gently +feeling her hair behind, "only think of the delights +of it! The Vindsors live in a Chateau +you know!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose it will be jolly for you," said +Nelly "who are the Vindsors?"</p> + +<p>"Oh dont you remember Clara Vindsor?" +said Beatrice, "she was so very pretty and +polite in her ways."</p> + +<p>"I recollect her," said Nelly gazing on the +far away blue hills, "oh Beatrice how lovely +that view is!"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Beatrice sadly, "I came up here +last night for a walk."</p> + +<p>"Alone?" asked Nelly.</p> + +<p>Beatrice wished she had not spoken then, +but being frank and straightforward she replied +"no I was not alone."</p> + +<p>"Who with?" enquired Nelly.</p> + +<p>"Never mind," retorted Beatrice.</p> + +<p>"Oh Beatrice do tell me" coaxed Nelly, I'll +not tell a soul."</p> + +<p>"I dont care if you do," said Beatrice coldly.</p> + +<p>"Well let me see if I can guess" said Nelly +artfully "was it Mr Cathcart?"</p> + +<p>"What makes you guess him?" asked Beatrice +angrily.</p> + +<p>"Why because he has been paying attentions +to you lately, and I thought he might have +come up here to propose" said Nelly.</p> + +<p>"You have most silly ideas!" retorted Beatrice,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +"if you dont leave off please to go home, +what if he did propose?"</p> + +<p>"Oh nothing at all," replied Nelly, "if you +are so disagreeable I <i>will</i> go home," so saying +Miss Reeves tucked up her dress and walked +home.</p> + +<p>"Life is hard!" sighed Beatrice, "nothing +seems to go right, first I quarrel with Lawrence +and then with Nelly—why what is +that?" she cried as she caught sight of something +gold glittering in the pathway.</p> + +<p>She stooped to pick it up; it was a gentleman's +gold link, beautifully carved and engraved +with the initials L. C.</p> + +<p>"L. C." repeated Beatrice handling the link +pensively "why they are his initials, can it be +his I wonder? why yes" she continued, "here +is the name Lawrence Cathcart; His Links! +yes they are his, I will keep them and I may +some day have occasion to return them to +him," so saying she put the articles in her +leather purse and turned towards home.</p> + +<p>In some unaccountable way Beatrice turned +into the High Street and had to pass Lawrence +Cathcart's house, a splendid white stone +building standing apart from the other houses +in a beautiful garden of well tended blooms.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What riches!" sighed Beatrice pausing at +the iron gates, and as her blue eyes searched +the lovely grounds her glance fell upon Lawrence +Cathcart. He was standing under a tree +with an open book in his hands. He wore a +light fawn suit and his black curly hair was +exposed to the Autumn sun; and as Beatrice +gazed on this good looking young man she +wondered why she had not noticed before how +exquisitely curly his hair and moustache was, +how fine his nose and eyes, and how beautifully +his mouth was curved.</p> + +<p>But she did not talk to him or try to attract +his attention, and sad and disheartened +she walked home.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Tea</span> was ready when Beatrice returned home +and she drew in her chair and clustered round +the table.</div> + +<p>"Well, what is your dress like?" asked Mrs +Langton as she passed the butter to her husband.</p> + +<p>"Oh it is lovely Mother" answered Beatrice,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +"and oh Father" she continued, "I bought +some jewellry too!"</p> + +<p>"Jewellry" cried Mr. Langton stirring his +tea very hard, "with my money?"</p> + +<p>"Well yes father," sighed Beatrice, "I hope +you are not angry?"</p> + +<p>"What did you buy" enquired Mr Langton.</p> + +<p>"Two bracelets and a brooch" said Beatrice +sadly.</p> + +<p>Mr. Langton coughed and helped himself +to some strawberry jam.</p> + +<p>"I have been very busy putting some embroidery +on your white petticoat all the afternoon," +said Mrs Langton trying to change the +subject, "you know I had a telegram to say you +are expected on Thursday instead of next +week."</p> + +<p>"Oh Mother" said Beatrice, "I must begin to +pack at once!" so saying she flew up to her +bedroom, and ten minutes later the floor was +littered with as many articles of clothing as +you could wish to see, and when Mrs Langton +came up after tea she found her daughter +seated on the bed amid stockings of every +shade, curling some crimson feathers.</p> + +<p>"My dear Beatrice!" cried that good lady +in astonishment, "what are you doing?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well I was trying to pack mother" answered +Beatrice calmly.</p> + +<p>"I see" said Mrs Langton folding up a blue +skirt as she spoke, "if you will allow me to +help you I think you will manage better."</p> + +<p>"Very well," replied Beatrice, "there are the +trunks."</p> + +<p>"Yes I see them" said Mrs Langton, "I think +your new dress and hat had better go in the +basket trunk dont you?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps so" said Beatrice gathering the +stockings off the bed, "Oh mother, to think +that the day after tomorrow I shall be going to +Paris!"</p> + +<p>"Yes indeed dear" replied Mrs Langton +glancing round the littered room, "you have +plenty of work to do, just darn these stockings +will you, while I collect your hats."</p> + +<p>Beatrice threaded her needle and once she +was seated in the big arm-chair, her busy +tongue began to go.</p> + +<p>"What time do you suppose I shall arrive +at Paris mother?" was the first question.</p> + +<p>"Let me see, the boat starts from Newhaven +at 11 in the morning," said Mrs Langton +slowly, "I think you get to Paris about ten +in the evening though I wont be sure."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How nice!" said Beatrice, "is the Vindsor's +house very grand?"</p> + +<p>"I believe so" replied her mother "at least +they keep fifty servants and nearly everything +is either gold or silver!"</p> + +<p>"Gracious!" exclaimed Beatrice.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mrs Langton, "now Beatrice +bring that darning downstairs, we must finish +packing tomorrow, I will mend that skirt for +you," and so saying Mrs Langton left the +room.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">At</span> last the eventful day came and found Beatrice +up at six o'clock, putting the last articles +in her hand bag. By eight o'clock she was at +the station taking the last farewells.</div> + +<p>The little ones crowded round her, giving +her chocolate and various sweets to eat on the +way. Mrs Langton sobbed copiously, and Mr +Langton as he kissed his daughter pressed a +sovereign into her hand. But at last the guard +waved his flag, the porters slammed the doors, +and Beatrice found herself spinning away +through fields of every shade, fast leaving Senbury<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +Glen behind and approaching Newhaven +Harbour. Beatrice gave a little sigh half of +joy and half of fear, and then subsided into +her novel and refreshments till the train +stopped and she found herself in the aforesaid +harbour. There were a great many passengers +going by the Dieppe boat, and Beatrice had +some difficulty to declare her luggage and +smuggle the packet of coffee her thoughtful +mother had put in the sponge bag. But at last +she got on the boat and once she was seated +in her deck chair gazing on the rough sea, she +could not help shedding a few tears as she +thought of the little brown cottage standing +alone on the outskirts of Senbury Glen. But +she soon cheered up and asked the stewardess +to show her to her cabin. The woman obeyed +and walked along the deck till she came to a +battered looking door, which she opened saying—"Here +is your cabin miss, your berth is +number 10 and you will find some water to +wash in."</p> + +<p>Beatrice thanked her and entered the room. +A woman five children and a nurse were seated +round the room. The nurse had two small +babies on her knee which she was trying to +hush to sleep in vain. The mother was attempting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +to comb the hair of a very frantic little +boy and scolding two girls who would insist +on unfastening all the trunks and scattering +the contents on the floor. Beatrice took no notice +of the noisy party, but went to her corner +of the cabin and did her hair and washed her +face in some hard salt water. The stewardess +then brought her some tea and a bit of cake +and Beatrice took the opportunity to ask her +if she was to share the same cabin as the children +and their elders.</p> + +<p>"Well," whispered the stewardess, "I'm +sorry to say you must, but I expect they will +go on deck soon and then you will be alright +miss."</p> + +<p>Beatrice smiled and tried to read her book +amidst the deafening roars of the babies. But +in a little while the nurse marched them all up +on deck, and the mother soon followed with +one fat baby and a basket of refreshments in +her arms. Then there was peace and Beatrice +quite enjoyed her little dinner of ham sandwiches +and a cold custard. But about 2 o'clock +she began to feel drowsy and enjoyed a pleasant +sleep, and at the end of half an hour was +surprised to find she was in Dieppe.</p> + +<p>She gathered her luggage together and a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +good natured sailor helped her off the steamer. +She again declared her luggage and went to +the station where she awaited the arrival of +the train to Paris. At last it came up, and +Beatrice found a comfortable carriage well +padded with cushions and rugs, and a fat sulky +looking girl in one corner who was busily engaged +sucking lemons and studying Bradshaw.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was close on ten when the train stopped +at Paris, and Beatrice and the fat girl alighted +to the platform.</div> + +<p>"Do you reside here?" asked the girl in +broken English.</p> + +<p>"I am here on a visit," replied Beatrice.</p> + +<p>"I see; is it not cold mademoiselle?" said +this friendly girl.</p> + +<p>"Very," answered Beatrice buttoning the +collar of her coat.</p> + +<p>"Yes very," continued the girl, "ah Mademoiselle +you have no wraps; take my shawl," +and without another word the girl pulled off +her shawl and flung it round the shoulders of +the astonished Beatrice, and then disappeared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +into the refreshment room from which she did +not reappear again in a hurry. Beatrice was +too astonished to speak and hardly liked the +coarse woollen shawl which had been so hospitably +flung on to her shoulders.</p> + +<p>Just as she had with some difficulty found +her luggage a very grand footman dressed in +green plush came up, and touching his hat +said "Pour le Chateau?"</p> + +<p>Beatrice said "Oui" in a very vague manner, +and soon found herself rumbling along the +streets of Paris in a very comfortable carriage +with her luggage piled round her in a kind of +pyramid and the friendly girl's shawl still +clinging to her shoulders.</p> + +<p>Soon the vehicle reduced speed and all at +once Beatrice found herself at the great entrance +porch of "Le Chateau!"</p> + +<p>The footman rang the bell and then went +away leaving Beatrice in a transport of fear +and joy on the steps. Soon the door was +opened by a very fat butler with powdered +hair and a green plush uniform.</p> + +<p>"What can I do for you?" he asked with the +air of a king.</p> + +<p>"Oh please I have come to stay" said Beatrice +nervously.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Step inside," said the courtly butler.</p> + +<p>Beatrice did as she was bid and found herself +in a most magnificent hall hung with rich +velvet curtains and paved with Turkish carpets, +and supported by gold and silver pillars.</p> + +<p>"What name?" enquired the butler.</p> + +<p>"Miss Langton," said Beatrice.</p> + +<p>The butler then lead her along costly corridoors +and majestic looking passages and at +last stopped at a door which he flung open and +called in a powerful voice "Miss Langton!"</p> + +<p>A murmur arose at this announcement and +in less than a minute Beatrice was in Mrs. +Vindsor's arms being hugged to death almost. +"My dear Beatrice!" she gasped when her +kisses were exhausted "how pleased I am to +see you! the steak has just gone down to be +kept hot, come and see Clara."</p> + +<p>These comforting words soothed Beatrice, +and then Clara came forward to greet her +friend.</p> + +<p>Clara was a slight thin girl about 19 with +very fair hair and blue eyes, she wore a blue +satin dress trimmed with real Brussels lace in +keeping with Le Chateau, and a spray of blue +flowers in her hair.</p> + +<p>"My sisters will be down in one minute"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +she said kindly "their maids are doing their +hairs."</p> + +<p>"Oh I see," said Beatrice rapidly taking off +her gloves and displaying with some pride her +white smooth hands.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you are very tired," said Mrs. +Vindsor giving the fire a poke with the toe of +her shoe.</p> + +<p>"Yes I am," said Beatrice "it was very rough +crossing."</p> + +<p>Just then the door opened and two girls entered +about 22 and 24 in age. The eldest was +by no means beautiful but she was intensely +good. She had small black eyes and black hair +which she wore in a most peculiar manner, it +was cut in a fringe in front and gathered into +a huge knob behind all except one piece which +hung down her back and on the end of which +a single red rose was attached. She was attired +in yellow silk and was by no means courteous +to Beatrice, her name was Honoria.</p> + +<p>The other girl was the most beautiful of the +three. She had lovely brown hair and soft +blue eyes fringed by sweet long lashes. Her +nose and mouth were enough to attract an +artist towards her; she was dressed in a lovely +pink silk dress and her knob was arrayed by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +a pink feather. Her name was Margaret and +she was known through all Paris as the "sweet +young lady with the pathetic blue eyes!" and +on the 20th of August (her birthday) not a +single person omitted to give her a present. +Beatrice thought her lovely and kissed her on +both cheeks with hearty good cheer.</p> + +<p>And so ended Beatrice's first night at Le +Chateau.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> next morning Beatrice had a slight headache +and did not rise till the breakfast gong +sounded through the walls of the great castle.</div> + +<p>Just as she was ready her bedroom was +opened and Margaret appeared.</p> + +<p>"Oh Beatrice," she cried, "isn't it a lovely +morning? Mama has just had a note asking +us all to Mrs. Middle's garden party this +afternoon, there will be a lot of English people +there just arrived like yourself."</p> + +<p>"Yes very nice," said Beatrice and the two +went down to breakfast together.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Vindsor and Honoria were already +seated at the table enjoying the fragrant meal, +but Clara had not yet come down.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How late you are Margaret" protested Mrs. +Vindsor.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry Mother" said Margaret cracking +her egg.</p> + +<p>"So I should hope" said Honoria shaking +her head so that the rose at the end of her +tail swayed to and fro also.</p> + +<p>After the meal was over Clara proposed to +take Beatrice for a walk in the gay town as +Margaret was going to trim a hat for Mrs. +Middle's garden party, and Honoria always +did the housekeeping.</p> + +<p>Beatrice was delighted at the offer and soon +joined Clara in the spacious hall.</p> + +<p>"We must go this way" said Clara "as I +have to go the Bank for Mother."</p> + +<p>"Oh alright" said Beatrice taking Clara's +arm.</p> + +<p>Then followed a little conversation about +nothing in particular, and by the time they +reached the Bank Beatrice had quite decided +that though Clara was very pleasant and +cheery she was not as nice as Margaret who +was kindness itself to the strange English +girl.</p> + +<p>"Would you like to walk up and down while +I go into the Bank?" asked Clara.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes please," said Beatrice who by no means +appreciated Banks, and so saying she left +Clara in the office and walked along the gay +street. She seemed very strange as she +walked through the strange streets and was +so taken with the fancy shops that she forgot +all about Clara in the bank.</p> + +<p>"Dear me! what lovely gloves" she said as +she stopped outside a large drapers shop "we +dont have such things in England!"</p> + +<p>Just then somebody passed behind her and +in so doing brushed against her dress. Beatrice +at once looked round and there walking +quietly in front as though nothing had happened +was a man!</p> + +<p>Beatrice looked in amazement at the gentleman +calmly receding up the road, and as she +looked the form seemed to grow familiar in +front of her eyes. Surely she had seen that +navy blue suit before, that brown hat and +those boots! Yes! the very walk was familiar +to her. She knew that black curly hair and +that well formed back again!—it was Lawrence +Cathcart!</p> + +<p>Beatrice gave a low cry and covered her +face with her hands.</p> + +<p>The man looked round and his eyes fell upon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +the figure of the unhappy Beatrice. He evidently +recognized her for with a little hesitation +he advanced towards her and taking her +arm said not unkindly—"Come with me."</p> + +<p>"I can't" groaned Beatrice.</p> + +<p>"You must," said Lawrence.</p> + +<p>Beatrice could do no more but slowly and +sadly she followed her enemy.</p> + +<p>Many thoughts flashed through her mind +during that walk, thoughts that Beatrice will +never forget.</p> + +<p>At last Lawrence stopped at an Inn door +and he mounted the steps and walked in. Beatrice +followed in silence.</p> + +<p>Presently Lawrence opened a door and the +two went into a small but pretty bedroom.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Lawrence, turning the key in +the door and looking kindly at Beatrice, "have +you changed your mind since we last met?"</p> + +<p>The tears welled into Beatrice's blue eyes +and rolled down her now death-like cheeks. +"Lawrence," she sobbed at length, "I wish I +could say I had, I almost love you Lawrence +but I cannot marry you."</p> + +<p>"Very well" answered Lawrence drawing +his lips tightly together, "I see my journey +to France has been made in vain; I may add,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +he continued "that I came here purposely to +encounter you but all in vain! You have no +real reason for not wishing to become my wife—it +is not possible; but I will now flee from +you and perhaps when I am laid upon my bed +for the last time and Death has siezed me in +its jaws you will repent of your past wrongs!!"</p> + +<p>"Oh Lawrence!" Beatrice almost screamed +in her agony "just one word before you go!"</p> + +<p>"Not one," replied Lawrence, and with these +words upon his lips he left the unhappy Beatrice +in a swoon upon his floor.</p> + +<p>Beatrice had given one hoarse scream as she +fell to the floor, and it brought a couple of +waiters to the room.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" asked one.</p> + +<p>"A young lady has fainted" said the other +"run for the doctor quick."</p> + +<p>The next instant there was a regular crowd +round Beatrice all intensely interested, and +in less time than it takes to tell old Doctor +Holden was bending over Beatrice's white +rigid face.</p> + +<p>"She has had some shock I fear" said he feeling +the thin white hand "can anyone in the +crowd tell me where this lady lives?"</p> + +<p>There was no sound of a reply for the first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +few seconds and then came a faint "yes" from +the back of the throng.</p> + +<p>"Come forward" cried the doctor. A rustling +and a murmering of voices ensued and +then the figure of a young girl rushed forward. +It was Margaret Vindsor who had come out in +search of Clara and fearing her to be lost had +set out to find her.</p> + +<p>"Now" said Dr. Holden giving Margaret a +chair, "are you any relation to this young +lady, and where does she live?"</p> + +<p>"Oh Dr. Holden!" cried Margaret "she is +a friend of ours and is on a visit to us—oh +what shall I do? Oh poor Beatrice!!"</p> + +<p>"Why Miss Vindsor is it you?" Asked Dr. +Holden in surprise "Waiter run for a cab, +we must take these ladies back to Le Chateau."</p> + +<p>It was not long before the cab stopped at the +Inn door and Dr. Holden assisted by two +waiters lifted Beatrice into the cab and laid +her gingerly on the seat, while Margaret speedily +followed, and then the doctor himself +jumped in and the downcast party drove back +to Le Chateau.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 8</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Mrs. Vindsor</span> together with Honoria and +Clara were waiting breathlessly in the hall +when the cab drove up. Honoria flew to the +door and the minute she caught sight of the +unconscious Beatrice and her sister's pale face +she gave a loud scream and tore rapidly to her +bedroom. Beatrice was carried to her bedroom +at once and the doctor soon left after +leaving his directions.</div> + +<p>Margaret was in a great state of anxiety, +but possessing more self control than the rest +of the family she was appointed nurse. Beatrice +with the aid of salts and mustard plasters +soon came to herself, but Lawrence Cathcart +had done his work—rheumatic fever set +in and for many days Beatrice hung between +life and death. Mr. and Mrs. Langton were +sent for and duly arrived but to no one would +Beatrice confide the mystery of her illness. +The more she thought of it the more ill she became +and Honoria prayed a good deal. By +the time she was able to get up her mind was +made up. She would look for Lawrence Cathcart,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +ask his pardon and become his wife. Life +offered naught else.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Ten</span> years have passed since the events recorded +in my last chapter took place, and +Beatrice now a woman of 28, is fair and blooming +as ever but with an anxious care-worn expression +round her face. She no longer lives +in the pretty cottage in Senbury Glen for Mr. +Langton has lost a great deal of money farming, +and he and his family have changed their +quarters and live in a dingy little house in a +London back street. It would take too long +to relate all that has happened in the last +years, so I will describe the events as briefly +as possible. To begin with little Tina who +was always a delicate child has died within +the last four years and rests in the churchyard +at Senbury Glen. Mary and Lily have had +to leave school early and Mary, a girl of +twenty is taking lessons in painting while Lily +stays at home.</div> + +<p>One thing I must not omit to mention is that +Beatrice is still on the look out for Lawrence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +Cathcart but fears she will never find him.</p> + +<p>One Spring morning Beatrice comes down +to breakfast and finds Mrs. Langton busy with +some papers.</p> + +<p>"Well mother" she says sadly for her merry +tone has completely deserted her, "have you +heard of anything I can do to earn my living?"</p> + +<p>"Yes dear I think so" replies Mrs. Langton +glancing nervously at the manuscript in her +hand, "you were always fond of nursing were +you not Beatrice?"</p> + +<p>"Yes mother, ever since I had that illness" +answeres Beatrice "it was poor Margaret +Vindsor who put the idea in my head."</p> + +<p>"Poor Margaret" says Mrs. Langton, for +Margaret may be numbered among the dead.</p> + +<p>"Well mother what about me?" asks Beatrice +presently.</p> + +<p>"Oh I was forgetting" answers Mrs. Langton +"I have heard from Captain Harsh and +he says if I care to let you go to India he has +a capital place for you as a military hospital +nurse."</p> + +<p>"To attend to the soldiers wounded in battle?" +asks Beatrice.</p> + +<p>"Yes dear" replies Mrs. Langton, "I will +read you the letter—"Madam; Hearing of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +your daughter's wish to become a hospital +nurse, I beg to offer my services. If you do +not object to soldiers I have a lovely place out +here in India where her only work will be to +attend to the soldiers in their bungalows +either in the night or day as her turn comes +round. She will live with the other nurses +in a comfortable house not far from the battle +field. She will be expected to bring her own +clothes, cups, plates and knives etc: She must +be cheerful and kind and must make herself +obliging to the soldiers. I will expect her by +the next mail.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 6em;">Believe me, Madam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours very sincerely,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">George Harsh</span> (Captain of<br />the 109th Regiment.)<br /> +</div> + +<p>"That sounds very nice mother" answers +Beatrice "I think I will go."</p> + +<p>"What about the character you are expected +to have?" says Mrs. Langton artfully.</p> + +<p>"I think I am both cheerful and kind" says +Beatrice hotly "and as to being obliging to the +soldiers, anybody could do that."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps so," smiles Mrs. Langton, "then I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +will write to Captain Harsh and say you will +go by the next mail."</p> + +<p>For many days after this Beatrice is busy +preparing for the voyage. And at last the +eventful day arrives and Beatrice clad for the +first time in her nurse's costume steps on +board the Victory which is to take her to the +wonderful city of Calcutta.</p> + +<p>"Poor Mr. Langton gets quite frantic as he +waves his red pocket handkerchief wildly to +his beloved daughter for the last time, and +Mrs. Langton faints on the pier and has to be +carried away, which sets the helpless Beatrice +sobbing as though her heart would break and +she shouts messages till she is hoarse and then +sheds many tears which continue on and off +till she reaches Calcutta, when the sight of +two pleasant nurses dressed like herself, quite +cheers her up.</p> + +<p>She advances bashfully towards them and +says in meek submissive tones "if you please +are you military hospital nurses?"</p> + +<p>"We are," replies the tallest of the two "our +names are Nurse Elsie and Nurse Brandon; +of course there is no need to say that I am +Nurse Brandon."</p> + +<p>"Of course not" say Beatrice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And you are Nurse Mildred I presume" +asks Nurse Brandon, gently nudging Nurse +Elsie to join in the conversation.</p> + +<p>"No my name is Beatrice Langton" replies +Beatrice.</p> + +<p>"I know" says Nurse Brandon, "but you will +be known as Nurse Mildred in the wards."</p> + +<p>"Oh I see" answers Beatrice glancing at +Nurse Elsie whom she thinks she will like +better than the former.</p> + +<p>"And now" says Nurse Brandon "we will +take you to the Residency; Nurse Elsie kindly +lead the way."</p> + +<p>The nurse does as she is told and the three +walk on together. At last they reach a large +building of yellow brick with a placcard on +the door on which is engraved "Nurses' Residence." +Nurse Elsie opens the door and leads +the way to a large airy room in which some +dozen nurses are having tea.</p> + +<p>"This is Nurse Mildred," announces Nurse +Brandon in loud tones, and then seating herself +at the table she continues "Nurse Mildred +you will sit next Nurse Helen tonight."</p> + +<p>Beatrice gazes vaguely round the room wondering +which is Nurse Helen, when suddenly +a pretty nurse with chestnut hair and blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +eyes jumps up and announces that she is Nurse +Helen and takes Beatrice to her place. The +tea is good and there is plenty of it, and together +with thick bread and butter and coffee +if preferred to tea, Beatrice thinks it is not a +bad meal. After tea Nurse Brandon shows +Beatrice to her room and tells her she need +not begin work till to-morrow.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> time speeds rapidly on and Beatrice is +now counted as quite an old nurse. She finds +her work in the bungalows very pleasant and +the soldiers find her most obliging. She works +hard and is never tempted to grumble.</div> + +<p>One day just as she is settling down to write +after tea, after a hard day's work, Nurse Helen +looks in at the door. "Nurse Mildred," she +exclaims "you are to go at once to Bungalow +number 5; a wounded soldier has just been +taken there and is very ill I fear."</p> + +<p>Beatrice jumps up and putting on her bonnet +walks quickly to the 5th bungalow. It is +a little white one on the outskirts of the +jungle and close to the battle field, and in it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +there is a bed, two chairs, a jug, basin and +table. Beatrice takes hold of a small cup +and measures some ointment into it, and then +taking a sponge bathes the man's wounds. He +is a very thin man with long slender hands +and black hair and eyes, and at a first glance +Beatrice sees that he is on the point of death. +She does all she can for him and then at his +wish reads some Holy Scriptures to him. +Then seeing his eyes droop she goes to the +other end of the bungalow and waits.</p> + +<p>Presently she hears a weak voice say "Beatrice!"</p> + +<p>She starts, it is a long time since that name +has fallen on her ears. "Beatrice, dont you +know me?" says the voice once more.</p> + +<p>In a minute Beatrice is at his side clasping +his hand in hers. "Oh Lawrence, Lawrence!" +she cries.</p> + +<p>Then there is silence. "Lawrence can you +ever forgive me?" moans Beatrice at last.</p> + +<p>"Forgive you my darling? It is the one +thing I have lived for" says Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Accept me as your lawful wife," cries Beatrice +bending over him.</p> + +<p>"Yes darling, yes," says Lawrence faintly. +He then tells her in a few words how in despair<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +he had given up everything and gone +into the Army and lived only long enough to +forgive Beatrice, for that day he had received +his death wound in a sharp battle with the +enemy.</p> + +<p>"And now," he adds, "I shall die happy, and +will you remember in after years (for I shall +not live to) how here it was our hearts were +re-united—once more joined together, here it +was I accepted you for my wife, and here it is +therefore that Love lies Deepest!"</p> + +<p>"Oh my dear!" groans Beatrice heavily, +"Lawrence, here is what I was going to have +given you at the French Inn," and she presses +a pair of gold links into his dying hand.</p> + +<p>He smiles back at her and says "keep them +darling as a remembrance of me."</p> + +<p>Beatrice's only answer is a wild kiss, the +last Lawrence will ever receive, the memory of +which follows him to Eternity, the next minute +he falls back with a groan.</p> + +<p>Beatrice stands for a rigid moment and then +falls prone beside the bed.</p> + +<p>And there is only one in all this wide world +who knows for certain if Lawrence Cathcart +died a happy death.</p> + + +<h3>THE END</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER</h2> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>PART I</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2> + +<h3>PROLOGUE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">John Winston</span> had entered into manhood with +every prospect of a bright and brilliant future.</div> + +<p>His parents had died leaving him a nice little +legacy and a great deal of land for farming +But with all this good fortune, things did not +seem to go right with him.</p> + +<p>To begin with, he was idle and did not care +for farming, so he let land waste away till it +was good for nothing, and was forced to sell it. +He then encountered a severe loss of money, +and by degrees sank lower and lower in the +world till he at last found himself a penniless +man with barely enough to keep a roof over +his head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> + +<p>His only resourse then was marriage. +There were plenty of rich girls about whose +parents would be glad to find a suitable husband +for them. John Winston was suitable +enough, for he was good looking, witty, and +had a certain amount of good sense; but his +kind heart would not allow him to fall in love +with these girls merely on account of their +riches, so had to look out for someone he really +loved.</p> + +<p>During these explorations he met Helen +Carline, a young girl, poor, and with no relations +in the world. She was wondrously +pretty with a profusion of fluffy golden hair +and sad blue eyes which spoke all their +thoughts.</p> + +<p>Of course John Winston fell in love with +her at once and proposed accordingly. After +a little hesitation she accepted and John Winston's +joy was beautiful to witness.</p> + +<p>The married couple took a little cottage on +the outskirts of the Malvern Hills and engaged +one servant Jane Marshland, by name, about +whom we shall hear more later on.</p> + +<p>In the spring of the following year a little +girl was born as a crowning joy to the young +husband and wife.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> + +<p>But three months afterwards Mrs. Winston +died of fever, which she caught when visiting +a gipsy encampment near her home. So at +an early age, little Helen, (for that was the +child's name) was left without a mother, but +she lacked no love or tenderness, for Mr. Winston's +only care was for his beloved child, +and Jane Marshland now the nurse, did every +thing she could for the child's health and +comfort.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston had to give up his dear little +home, and retire with Jane and his baby to +lodgings in London till he heard of some employment.</p> + +<p>At last he found something not very satisfactory, +but as nothing else offered he decided +to take it. It was to perform the office of +hangman in a small country town in Hants by +the name of Kenalham.</p> + +<p>It was not a nice position to be in certainly, +and Mr. Winston's nerves were not strong, but +the payment was good, and after all only about +two people were hung a year at Kenalham.</p> + +<p>So with a sinking heart Mr. Winston packed +up his goods and departed with his child and +servant to the little cottage in Kenalham, already +furnished for him. It was a nice little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +house and Mr. Winston smiled as he entered +the drawing room, "after all" he said to Jane, +"so few people are hung here that nearly all +my time will be devoted to my darling Helen," +and he kissed the rosy face of the child.</p> + +<p>So, now having explained the position of my +story I will skip over a few years and go on +again at the time when Helen had grown up +into a charming sweet mannered girl.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2> + +<h3>THE COTTAGE BY THE HILL</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> little village of Kenalham was situated in +the south of Hants and lay at the bottom of +some picturesquely grouped hills.</div> + +<p>No river watered the little town, but a broad +stream wound through the neighbouring +medows giving a rich green shade to the grass +on its banks; the high green hills stood out +clear and tall against the blue sky, and the +ruins of an old castle on the top of one of the +heights gave a strange weird appearance. To +add to the strangeness of this little scene, at +the bottom of the very hill on which the ruins +stood was a villa of the modern kind nestling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +amidst a woody dell of beach trees. This was +no other than the residence of Mr. John Winston +and his daughter Helen, and it went by +the name of "Beach Dale."</p> + +<p>It was a charming little house and had the +preveleage of possessing a beautiful view both +back and front. The front looked out across +miles of woodland scenery with no sign of human +inhabetance any where safe a single cottage +which stood out like a white speck among +the greenness which surrounded it.</p> + +<p>The back looked out on the lovely blue hills, +and far away in the distant loomed the white +cliffs of Portsmouth.</p> + +<p>Having now given the reader a correct idea +of the surroundings of "Beach Dale" I will +endevour to describe Helen Winston.</p> + +<p>At the time my story opens, our heroine was +a charming young lady of nineteen years. She +had an abundance of dark brown, almost black +hair, curling gracefully over her forehead. +Her beautiful brown eyes were headed by +well marked eye brows of a lovely black; her +complexion was like that of a blush rose and +her pretty little nose and mouth added to the +charm of her features.</p> + +<p>Here character I will leave to be found out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +and only say that she was passionately fond +of her father and devoted all her life solely to +him.</p> + +<p>Trouble and care had made Mr. Winston +look old before his time. He was only 54, yet +his hair and beard were completely grey. He +had a kind quiet face and blue eyes, he had +a rather wide mouth with a nervous twitch at +each corner. He fully returned his daughter's +love and considering he had taught her entirely +himself she was comparatively cleaver +girl.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2> + +<h3>THE SECRET SAFE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">During</span> all the years Mr. Winston had lived in +Kenalham he had only made one friend a Mr. +Cyril Sheen. He was thirty years of age and +a bachelor. He too had no friends in the village +but Mr. Winston, so he was constantly at +"Beach Dale." He was very fond of Helen +and had often attempted to make love to her, +but she was so completely innocent of his intentions +that he felt quite bashful and dare +not begin.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></div> + +<p>One morning, early in May, Mr. Winston +and his daughter were just finishing their +breakfast when Marshland came in with a +letter which she handed to her master.</p> + +<p>"A letter?" said Mr. Winston opening his +eyes, "who can it be from?"</p> + +<p>"Business, father I'm sure" replied Helen +with a smile.</p> + +<p>"I think not" said Mr. Winston wisely and +he proceeded to tear open the envelope and +persue its contents.</p> + +<p>As he read the letter his face became first +thoughtful, then puzzled and then it broke +into a smile and lastly Mr. Winston burst into +a fit of laughter and took a sip of his untasted +tea. He then turned to his daughter for the +first time.</p> + +<p>"Do you know who this is from, Helen?" +he said.</p> + +<p>"No father I don't" answered Helen.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it will need a little explanation" +replied Mr. Winston. "You have heard me +speak of your cousins the Lincarrols haven't +you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes I know" said Helen "they are very +rich aren't they?"</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Mr. Winston slowly, "very."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well father what about them?" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"Did I ever mention Gladys to you," enquired +Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Helen, "she is the pretty one +isn't she?"</p> + +<p>"Yes she is quite the "flower of the flock" +I belive" replied Mr. Winston; "the others are +decidedly plain."</p> + +<p>"Well what about Gladys?" enquired +Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well she is going to be married shortly, +and so she proposes coming here next week +for a little while and bring her future husband +with her. What do you say to that?" asked +Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>Helen's pretty face was beaming with novelty +and pleasure.</p> + +<p>"How lovely father" she gasped; I do hope +she will be nice."</p> + +<p>"What about a bedroom for her?" said Mr. +Winston.</p> + +<p>"Oh! there's the little attic in the loft" replied +Helen. "I'm sure that is good enough."</p> + +<p>"What about the furniture for it? at present +it is completely bare and full of cobwebs," +said Mr. Winston.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I forgot about that," said Helen. "Well +she can Have the best bedroom."</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Mr. Winston "but where is the +young man to go?"</p> + +<p>"What young man?" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"James Palsey" said Mr. Winston referring +to the letter in his hand.</p> + +<p>Helen's face fell and her eyes filled with +tears. "I'm afraid father" she said "we shall +have to refuse them, for if the attic has to +be used I certainly have no money to furnish +it with and I know you have not."</p> + +<p>"Don't make too sure my lass" said her +father, "wait a little."</p> + +<p>He got up as he spoke and taking a small +key from his pocket went towards the left +hand corner of the mantlepiece.</p> + +<p>"Come closer Helen, come closer," he said +keeping his eyes on his daughter.</p> + +<p>Helen followed her father closely, her eyes +with a startled expression in them and her +lips quivering with emotion. Mr. Winston +lifted a portion of the red velvit curtain which +screaned the fire place, and then to Helen +said:</p> + +<p>"Do you notice anything peculiar about this +part of the wall, my child."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No father, except that there is a little hole +just in the middle," replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Ah! you notice that?" said Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Helen under her breath.</p> + +<p>"Now watch me" said Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>Helen needed no second bidding; her eyes +seemed riveted to the little hole.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston placed the key into the hole +and turned it twice round. Immeadiately a +little spring door flew open displaying two well +constructed shelves of solid oak.</p> + +<p>"This is my secret safe," said Mr. Winston, +"known to no one but myself."</p> + +<p>"Father!" cried Helen catching hold of his +arm.</p> + +<p>"Don't get excited, Helen" said her father. +"I am going to disclose all the secrets of this +safe to you. Do you perceive that the top +shelf is faced in by a thin wire gauze with a +handle to the left hand side?"</p> + +<p>"Yes father" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well, nobody can get at the contents of +that shelf without my knowing it."</p> + +<p>"Why father?" asked Helen.</p> + +<p>"Because there are two ways of opening it. +Try to open it yourself and then I will explain +it to you" said Mr. Winston.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> + +<p>Helen with nervous fingers took hold of the +handle and turned it; the gauze door flew open +and at the same time a bell began to ring loud +and furiously.</p> + +<p>Helen drew back in amazement.</p> + +<p>Cant Marshland hear it. "Why doesn't she +come up" asked Helen.</p> + +<p>"She would not trouble to come up for she +knows my secret" said Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I see" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well to proceed" said Mr. Winston. "If +Marshland or I heard that bell we should know +the safe was being robbed and come up at +once."</p> + +<p>"Of course" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"But there is another way of opening the +safe known only to me" said Mr. Winston closing +the gauze door; try any way you like to +open that door I don't think you will find the +right way."</p> + +<p>Helen pushed and banged at the door trying +every way, but in vain, the door would not move.</p> + +<p>"Now I will show the right way," said Mr. +Winston, as he spoke he placed his thumb on +a brass nail and the gauze door rose, instead of +opening, and without any noise displayed the +contents of the secret safe.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How wonderfull" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"Would you like to see the contents?" said +Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Oh! yes father" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston put his hand on the shelf and +brought out a leather bag.</p> + +<p>"It is full of gold" he said weighing it in his +hand, "the savings of a life time."</p> + +<p>"Oh father" gasped Helen.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston took out 10 gold peices and the +rest he left in the bag "this will pay for the +furnishing of the attic" he said.</p> + +<p>"So it will" said Helen brightly.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston put the bag back and took out +a little ivory box and displayed some magnificent +jewilery to his daughter's dazzled eyes, +"this was all all left to you by your mother's +will," he said.</p> + +<p>"Really!" said Helen, "I can't belive it."</p> + +<p>The jewils consisted of two broachs, one set +entirely in diamonds, the other a horseshow set +in rubies; a gold watch, chain and seals; a +nexlet of pearls and a gold bracelet fastenned +with a ruby heart.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston placed the bracelet on Helen's +slender arm; "this" he said "was to be given +you in your nineteenth year, the other jewils<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +by your mother's will will be given to you +when you come of age.</p> + +<p>"How lovely" cried Helen glancing at the +circlet of gold on her wrist.</p> + +<p>"I will now lock up the rest of the things" +said Mr. Winston "and mind Helen, not a +word of this is ever to be revealed."</p> + +<p>"Never father" said Helen kissing him.</p> + +<p>Mr. Winston had barely shut the safe and +closed the curtain when the door opened and +in came Cyril Sheene.</p> + +<p>"Good morning Winston" he cried hastily, +"I thought I'd just pop in and see if Helen +would come out with me."</p> + +<p>"Why Cyril we didn't expect you half so +early" said Helen blushing.</p> + +<p>"No I'm sure you didn't replied Cyril, "but +you will come out wont you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh certainly" said Helen and she ran up +to get her hat.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2> + +<h3>THE PROPOSAL</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril Sheene</span>, as I have already said was +thirty years of age and a bachelor.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></div> + +<p>He was short and fat and had fair sleek +hair parted in the middle, mild blue eyes and +a silly sort of expression all over his face.</p> + +<p>In ten minutes Helen came down again in +a neatly fitting grey jacket and a large straw +hat with a few scarlet poppies trailing over +the brim. She looked very pretty and Cyril's +face shone with pleasure as he regarded her.</p> + +<p>"Wont you come out father?" asked Helen, +"I suppose we are going on the hills are'nt we +Cyril?"</p> + +<p>"I thought we might go and sit by the old +castle, it is such a glorious day" responded +Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Do come father" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I can" said Mr. Winston +"I must go to the town this morning"</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Helen; and then while +Cyril Sheene was looking for his stick, she +seized an opportunity to ask her father "shall +I tell Cyril about Gladys coming?" "Yes" replied +Mr. Winston "but mind not a word about +the safe." "Oh no" answered Helen, and then +with a lively little jump she ran after Cyril +who was already walking down the garden +path.</p> + +<p>It was a perfect morning, the sun shone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +brightly, lighting up all the scenery around; +the birds were singing in the beach trees close +by and the rippling of the little stream was as +sweet music to the ear.</p> + +<p>"Do you know Helen, I had an engagement +in London today, but I put it off to come out +with you" said Cyril, as they commenced to +climb the hill.</p> + +<p>"Oh indeed!" replied Helen "that was very +kind of you."</p> + +<p>"Oh no" answered Cyril "I would far rather +be out here than in London."</p> + +<p>"I quite agree with you there" said Helen +"it would be horrid to be in smoky London +today."</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Cyril "especially without you."</p> + +<p>"Oh rubbish" laughed Helen and she +stooped down to pick a buttercup.</p> + +<p>"Indeed it is not rubbish" replied Cyril +"when a man loves, he finds it hard to be away +from the object of his love."</p> + +<p>"Oh does he?" said Helen "but then I am +not the object of your love."</p> + +<p>"Yes you are Helen," said Cyril, making an +attempt to squeaze her hand.</p> + +<p>"My dear boy" said Helen, "I do wish you +would not talk such nonsense."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Excuse me" answered Cyril, getting rather +red "I am a man."</p> + +<p>"Are you really?" said Helen carelessly.</p> + +<p>"Now look here Helen, don't be aggrivating" +said the lover "you know quite well I love +you and why I have come up here."</p> + +<p>They had reached the castle now and sat +down by the ruined walls.</p> + +<p>"Why have I come up here?" asked Cyril +again.</p> + +<p>"I suppose because it is more breezy than +the town" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Don't be silly Helen" said Cyril pulling up +a tuft of grass.</p> + +<p>"I am not the least silly" said Helen smiling +beneath her handkerchief.</p> + +<p>"No of course you're not darling" cried +Cyril putting his arm round her waist.</p> + +<p>"You mustn't call me "darling" Cyril" replied +the girl shyly.</p> + +<p>"Yes I must" said Cyril getting a little +closer.</p> + +<p>"Oh well for once in a way perhaps it does'nt +matter" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well the long and the short of it is Helen" +said Cyril "I want to marry you?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Really" said Helen "you've been long +enough getting to the point."</p> + +<p>"Have I?" said Cyril shyly "well now that +I have come to it, do you love me enough to +marry me?"</p> + +<p>"Ye-es" replied Helen slowly.</p> + +<p>"You seem rather doubtful" said Cyril.</p> + +<p>"It's best to be so at first" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Not in my case surely" answered Cyril, "oh +Helen do say yes and make me a happy man."</p> + +<p>"Yes" murmered Helen softly.</p> + +<p>"Oh you angel" gasped Cyril "do you really +mean it?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do" said Helen, "and I <i>do</i> love +you Cyril."</p> + +<p>"Thank you so much" said Cyril "well now +let's hurry home and ask your father I'm in +such a terrific hurry."</p> + +<p>"Don't be absurd" said Helen "I want to +stay in the sunshine."</p> + +<p>"Anything to please you dear" said Cyril re-seating +himself on the grass.</p> + +<p>"Cyril, I think you'll make a model husband" +said Helen.</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I will" laughed Cyril and with +that they got up to walk home.</p> + +<p>At the bottom of the hill they spied Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +Winston. He looked up as he saw them coming +and waved his hand furiously.</p> + +<p>When they met Mr. Winston he turned directly +to Helen, "what do you think Helen, +I've furnished the attic all by myself, the only +thing Marshland did was to scrub the floor and +nail up the curtains."</p> + +<p>"How nice" said Helen "but father I've +something far more important to tell you."</p> + +<p>"Dont say it my child" said the old man +"your faces tell me what it is and I give my +consent on the spot."</p> + +<p>And he plunged his stick into the ground to +mark the vehemance of his words.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2> + +<h3>GLADYS LINCARROL</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> week that followed that day was a happy +one indeed. Helen and Cyril were more together +than ever and then too each day +brought it nearer to when Gladys was to +come.</div> + +<p>At last Monday morning came, and Helen +was so excited she could hardly eat her dinner, +and Mr. Winston got quite cross when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +she refused some beautiful cherry pie.</p> + +<p>"Do hurry up father" exclaimed Helen at +last, "I want to have the room nice and tidy +for Gladys and Mr. Palsey."</p> + +<p>"My dear I wont starve for any amount of +grand ladies" replied Mr. Winston heartily.</p> + +<p>Helen smiled languidly and began to arrange +the flower stand by the window.</p> + +<p>At 4 o'clock precisely a dainty little dog cart +drew up at Beach Dale. Helen, peeping from +behind the drawing room curtains, saw, first +a tall man dressed in a blue suit and black +hat and gloves, jump down from the cart and +hold out his hand to a young lady who tripped +lightly down and tossed a silver coin to the +coachman.</p> + +<p>The next moment the drawing room door +was flung open and Marshland's clear voice +was heard announcing, "Miss Lincarrol—Mr. +Palsey."</p> + +<p>"Oh dear Gladys, I am so delighted to see +you" cried Helen in her sweetest tones.</p> + +<p>"And I am equally glad to meet you" cried +Gladys, "and allow me to introduce my future +husband James Palsey."</p> + +<p>"How do you do" said Mr. Palsey gravely as +he held out his well gloved hand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> + +<p>At that minute Mr. Winston entered the +room dressed in his best things.</p> + +<p>"Well Gladys my dear and how are you he +cried cheerfully "what a big person you are +to be sure, quite half a head taller than Helen +I declare."</p> + +<p>Gladys laughed affectedly and held out her +small hand; she then introduced Mr. Palsey, +who, during all this merriment had stood as +grave as a judge.</p> + +<p>"Do come and have some food pleaded +Helen pointing to the dainty little equipage +already set out on a bamboo table by the +open window.</p> + +<p>"Oh thank you" said Gladys and she began +to take off her gloves and turn up her veil +preparatory to eating.</p> + +<p>"Wont you take a seat Mr. Palsey?" asked +Helen as she poured out the tea.</p> + +<p>"Thanks" replied the gentleman and he sat +down on the edge of a whicker chair. Here +will be a good opportunity to describe Gladys +Lincarrol and her young man.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey was a tall broad shouldered man +about 37, with a solemn face and large hands. +His black hair was curly and plentiful and his +small green eyes twinkled queerly if he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +at all pleased. He was attired in blue, as I +said before and in addition to this he wore patent +leather boots and a crimson tie.</p> + +<p>Gladys was also tall, but very slim. She +had golden hair with a reddish tinge and blue +eyes. She was very pale and her mouth had +a peculiar twitch of conciet. She wore a lovely +pink muslin dress and kid gloves to match. A +large white hat adorned her pretty head, and +she wore a bunch of violets at her neck.</p> + +<p>Tea over, Helen proposed a stroll around +the village.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, that will be very nice, dont you +think so Jim?" asked Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Yes I do, thanks" replied Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>So the trio linked arms and walked slowly +down the garden path, and Mr. Winston settled +himself comfortably once more and prepared +to read the "Star."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2> + +<h3>A DISSOPOINTING LETTER</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">He</span> had barely got through the first paragraph +when Marshland entered with a letter.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></div> + +<p>"For you sir" she said placing it on her +master's lap.</p> + +<p>"Thanks" said Mr. Winston opening the envelope +as he spoke.</p> + +<p>The letter ran thus:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class='right'> +H. M. Prison,<br /> +Warwick.<br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p> + +<p>You are requested to come up here by the +first train tomorrow morning to hang Mr. +Smith, who has lately murdered his wife and +three children. It is a serious case, and I am +sure you will sympathize.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 8em;">Belive me dear sir</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 8em;">Yours etc</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">C. L. Porter</span> (head warder of the<br />county prison).<br /> +</div> + +<p>To. J. Winston Esq: Beach Dale, Kenalham +Hants.</p></div> + +<p>Mr. Winston sighed as he closed the letter.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear oh dear" he cried, "here I have to +leave my happy home, just when Gladys and +James have arrived, Marshland" he added.</p> + +<p>"Yes sir" said the servant coming forward.</p> + +<p>"I shall have to leave home early tomorrow"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +said Mr. Winston "how will you get on +with out me?"</p> + +<p>"Oh sir, I think we shall get on all right" +responded Marshland "I'll keep an eye on the +young ladies and Mr. Palsey will cheer them +up I know."</p> + +<p>"I dont know that" said Mr. Winston "he +seems a very dull gentleman."</p> + +<p>"Do he really sir" said Marshland "well I'm +sure I'm very sad."</p> + +<p>"But do you think you can mannage without +me? I shall not be away more than three +days" asked Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes sir, dont you fret" replied Marshland +and now is there anything I can do for +you?"</p> + +<p>"No nothing thank you" said Mr. Winston +"but when the young ladies and Mr. Palsey +come in, send Miss Helen to me."</p> + +<p>"Yes sir" said Marshland quitting the room.</p> + +<p>Barely had the door closed on Marshlands +comely figure, when it opened again and Cyril +Sheene came bounding in.</p> + +<p>"Hullo Winston" he cried "I heard you had +some friends down, so I thought I'd just drop +in and be introduced."</p> + +<p>"They're all out at present" said Mr. Winston<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +with a vain attempt at a smile, "sit down +wont you they'll be in soon."</p> + +<p>Cyril flung himself down in an arm chair +and then glanced at Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Why Winston old fellow" he cried, you +dont look yourself, is anything up?"</p> + +<p>"Oh nothing said Mr. Winston tapping the +table nervously."</p> + +<p>"Now look here" said Cyril "you cant get +round me like that, I know something is +wrong, you might as well tell me."</p> + +<p>"Very well Cyril I'll tell you" said Mr. Winston +and he handed the letter to Cyril, who +read it carefully through. As he did so a +marked change came over his face, a change +from a pleasant faced young man to that of +a stern, cold, yet pleased person.</p> + +<p>"So you're off tomorrow?" remarked he as +he folded the paper.</p> + +<p>"Yes I suppose so" said Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"How you must feel leaving the girls all +alone" said Cyril.</p> + +<p>"I do" said Mr. Winston, "but I know +Marshland will take good care of them and +you'll look in wont you?"</p> + +<p>"Well I was about to suggest going up with +you" said Cyril "I know a few friends in Warwick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +and you'd be all the better for a companion."</p> + +<p>"It is kind of you Cyril" said Mr. Winston +"but I'd rather you stopped to take care of +Helen."</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen will be all right with Marshland +and Mr. Palsey in the house" said Cyril "I +think you need me more."</p> + +<p>"I suppose I do" replied Mr. Winston "but +my poor little Helen."</p> + +<p>"Well I'll stay if you like, but you wont +be away more than three days and what Helen +wants with me hanging about I dont know." +said Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Well I'll take your advice and accept you +as a companion, and thanks a thousand times +Cyril" replied Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>At that moment the door opened and Helen +came running in.</p> + +<p>"Well father dear" she said, "I was told you +wanted me, so I just came down while Gladys +changes her dress."</p> + +<p>"Yes dear" said Mr. Winston I am afraid +I have some rather bad news for you."</p> + +<p>"Oh dear father what is it?" exclaimed +Helen kneeling down by the chair.</p> + +<p>"I must go to Warwick early to-morrow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +dear on a hanging matter" replied Mr. Winston +"I shall be back in three days."</p> + +<p>"Oh father" cried Helen "just when Gladys +and Mr. Palsey have come down Oh I am +sorry" and her pretty eyes filled with tears.</p> + +<p>"Yes dear I am sorry too" remarked Mr. +Winston slowly, "but you'll be all right wont +you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes father" said Helen "I was not +thinking of myself, but it always knocks you +up so, and just when we're all so happy."</p> + +<p>"Well Cyril has offered to go with me and +keep me company" said Mr. Winston "you +wont miss him much will you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh Cyril I am glad" exclaimed Helen. "I +feel far easier now, you'll take such care of +father I know."</p> + +<p>"Yes Helen I will" said Cyril folding Helen +in his arms and kissing her forehead.</p> + +<p>"Thank you Cyril" said Helen returning her +lover's kiss.</p> + +<p>Soon after Gladys and Mr. Palsey came in, +and a merry farewell evening was spent, Cyril +at the head of the fun.</p> + +<p>Next morning Helen was up early toasting +some bread for her father's breakfast; she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +made the table and room as cosy as she could +and then waited her fathers coming down.</p> + +<p>He came at last looking worn and pale but +he enjoyed his meal and cheered up a little +as he ate it.</p> + +<p>"Now dear, is your portmanteau ready?" enquired +Helen trying hard to keep back her +tears.</p> + +<p>"Yes dear quite" returned the father "and +Cyril will meet me at the station you know."</p> + +<p>"Yes he told me so" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well goodbye darling, keep a good heart +and I'll be back on Thursday at the latest" +said Mr. Winston.</p> + +<p>"Goodbye dear father" rejoined the girl +"I'll try and be cheerful but it is hard you +know."</p> + +<p>"I know it dear" said Mr. Winston and +then turning to Marshland he added "goodbye +Marshland, take good care of the young +ladies and keep an eye on Mr. Palsey."</p> + +<p>"I will sir" returned Marshland and then +she and Helen stood at the door the latter +waving her handkerchief to the dear father +who was never more to enter his happy home +in Kenalham.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2> + +<h3>THE ALARM</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen Winston</span> found it very hard to be +merry without her father, but she did her best +and Gladys took her little attentions very +kindly.</div> + +<p>"What do you propose doing now? she asked +when breakfast was cleared away.</p> + +<p>"I must attend to the housekeeping first +and then I thought a walk on the hills would +be nice" answered Helen.</p> + +<p>"Very good" said Gladys "we can go and +visit the old castle you talk so much about."</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Helen, and she tripped down +stairs, more for the pleasure of a comforting +talk with Marshland than to order the dinner.</p> + +<p>In an hour's time they were all ready and +started on their breezy walk.</p> + +<p>"How lovely it is up here," remarked +Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Yes is'nt it beautiful" replied Helen thinking +of the last time she was up there."</p> + +<p>The little promenade quite cheered Helen +up, and she and Gladys did some shopping in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +the afternoon while Mr. Falsey stayed at home +to smoke his pipe.</p> + +<p>The next day passed pretty much the same +as the first and by Thursday morning Helen +was all smiles again, knowing that by tea-time +her dear father would be home again.</p> + +<p>In the afternoon she went out and bought +a tea cake for tea. She had tea laid out on the +best bamboo table with the blue and gold tea +cups and she also put fresh flowers in all the +vases and all together the little drawing room +had a truly home-like aspect.</p> + +<p>At 4 o'clock a ring was heard at the front +door.</p> + +<p>"How funny of father to ring" cried Helen +"I thought he would be sure to come in and +supprise me."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he thought it would supprise you +more if he rung," replied Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Ah perhaps so" responded Helen giving a +last touch to the pink rose-buds which drooped +prettily over the china vases.</p> + +<p>At that moment Marshland entered the +room with a frightened look on her face.</p> + +<p>Coming up she handed a telegram to Helen +"its given me such a turn miss" she explained<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +"them telegrams always seem to carry bad +news."</p> + +<p>Helens face grew pale and she hastily +opened the envelope.</p> + +<p>The moment her eyes rested on the words, +she uttered a cry of anguish and flung the +telegram away from her. "Oh I know its +father" she cried.</p> + +<p>"Hush hush miss" said Marshland soothingly +and picking up the telegram she too read +the fatel words. The telegram ran as follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Come at once, a terrible thing has +happened. Sheene.</p></div> + +<p>Marshland's honest face grew ashy as she +read the words, but she tried to control her +feelings for Helens sake.</p> + +<p>"Well miss it is a terrible thing" she said +"but we can but hope for the best, what train +will you go by miss."</p> + +<p>"Oh I dont know, dont ask me," cried poor +Helen.</p> + +<p>"Dont cry so Helen dear" said Gladys "after +all it may not be as bad as Mr. Sheene thinks."</p> + +<p>"Wont you allow me to come to Warwick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +with you Miss Winston?" asked Mr. Palsey +kindly.</p> + +<p>"You're very kind" sobbed Helen, "but +Gladys wont like it."</p> + +<p>"Dont think of me for one instant" said +Gladys, patting Helen's head "of course you'll +go with her James and Marshland and I will +keep house till you come back."</p> + +<p>"I had better go tonight" said Helen getting +up from the sofa and glancing at the +pretty little tea table, which five minutes ago +she had arranged with such love and care.</p> + +<p>"Yes miss, the telegram says at once" replied +Marshland, "I wonder when the next +train is."</p> + +<p>"I can tell you" cried Mr. Palsey producing +a time table from his pocket and running +his finger down the column.</p> + +<p>"Poor Helen" said Gladys kissing her +fondly.</p> + +<p>"Seven fifteen is the next" said Mr. Palsey, +"that'll give you nice time to get ready," and +it gets to Warwick at 11-30.</p> + +<p>"That will do" replied Helen "will you put +my things together for me, I feel so faint."</p> + +<p>"Yes dearie" replied Marshland. Now +Helen dear you rest on the sofa and I'll bring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +you some tea" said Gladys. Helen flung herself +down, quite worn out.</p> + +<p>Gladys gave her a cup of strong tea and +bathed her hot head with eau de cologne.</p> + +<p>"I'll go and order the dog-cart, to drive us +to the station" said Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"Yes be quick James, you must not be late" +replied Gladys.</p> + +<p>For in an hour's time all was ready. Helen, +with a white shawl over her face was standing +at the door while Mr. Palsey put the bags into +the dog cart.</p> + +<p>"Goodbye Helen dear" cried Gladys "keep +up a good heart and James will take every +care of you."</p> + +<p>"Goodbye Gladys" said Helen "and thanks +so much for sparing him to me."</p> + +<p>"Goodbye Miss Helen my love" cried poor +old Marshland wiping her eyes on her apron, +"write as soon as you can and let me know +how the master is."</p> + +<p>"Yes of course I will" cried Helen, jumping +into the dog cart, "goodbye all, goodbye +and in an other minute the dog cart was out +of sight, and Marshland returned to her work, +and Gladys to the deserted drawing room.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 8</h2> + +<h3>BAD NEWS</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> journey on which Helen and Mr. Palsey +had set out was a very long one indeed and +May though it was the night was very chilly.</div> + +<p>Helen shivered as she got into the train and +drew her shawl round her. Mr. Palsey had +taken first class tickets, and so soothing was +the motion of the train and so comfortable the +seat in which she found herself that Helen +soon dropped asleep.</p> + +<p>"Now I can think over things a bit," said +Mr. Palsey taking some papers from a black +bag by his side, "jolly nice of Gladys to suggest +me coming up here, though she didn't +know why I wanted to come poor girl; odd +that I didn't hear from Sheene today, I quite +expected a line or a telegram to say how +matters stand. It may here be mentioned that +Mr. Palsey and Cyril Sheene were by no means +new acquaintances and had met many times +in London and even once or twice before in +Kenalham.</p> + +<p>"Odd how Cyril found out about that secret<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +shelf mused Mr. Palsey "a whole bag of gold +he said, how Winston saved it I dont know, ah +he was a rich man with all his poor living and +scanty furniture. I think there were some +jewils in the safe too but of course it is the +money, the gold I'm putting myself to this +for and with a cold laugh, he drew out some +closely written papers and read them eagerly, +putting pencil marks by certain paragraphs +in the document.</p> + +<p>The train flew on nearing Warwick rapidly.</p> + +<p>At last Helen awoke with a start and found +Mr. Palsey taking forty winks opposite her.</p> + +<p>She rubbed her eyes and looked out of the +window, "how dark it is" she thought and its +raining too, how horrible and she nestled under +her fluffy shawl. Presently the train +stopped with a jerk and Mr. Palsey woke up.</p> + +<p>"This is Warwick" he said picking up his +bag "train's late and it is twenty to twelve.</p> + +<p>"How late" quoth Helen and with a sigh +she followed Mr. Palsey on to the crowded +platform.</p> + +<p>It was a dreary sight which met the weary +girl's eyes. The rain was pouring heavily and +the whole station looked wet and miserable. +The gas lights flickered in the wind making<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +hideous shadows on the walls. The porters, +cold and cross looking, poor things, were +bustling about, crying the name of the station +at the tops of their voices, and a thin +shaggy dog, evidently lost, was howling pitiably, +tending by no means to cheer poor +Helen's quaking heart.</p> + +<p>"I thought Cyril would be sure to meet +you" said Mr. Palsey suddenly "you go into +the waiting room and warm yourself and I'll +walk up the road a bit and see if I see him, for +I dont know what house to go to do you?"</p> + +<p>"No" said Helen, "oh Mr. Palsey I'm so +unhappy and with a faint cry she turned away +and buried her face in her shawl.</p> + +<p>"Poor thing" thought Mr. Palsey "she cant +guess the worst yet," out loud he added "hush +Miss Winston, you are over fatigued, that is +all, would you like a cup of coffee? the refreshment +room is not yet closed."</p> + +<p>"I could'nt drink or eat" replied Helen +sadly "I'll go and sit by the fire while you +look for Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Mr. Palsey, and he turned +round and went off in an opposite direction.</p> + +<p>Helen entered the waiting room and sat by +the fire her tired eyes covered with her hands.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +Presently she raised her white face and +glanced at the clock. Two old ladies sitting +near, noticed her pale frightened face.</p> + +<p>"Have you come a long journey" asked one +"you look very tired."</p> + +<p>"I am very tired, and miserable too" broke +forth Helen in the fullness of her heart "oh +why am I dragged up here in this cruel fashion, +oh what has happened to father?" she +burst into heart broken sobbing.</p> + +<p>The old ladies looked very much alarmed +and after bidding Helen a kind good night, +gathered up their wraps and departed.</p> + +<p>The time sped on and still nether Cyril nor +Mr. Palsey arrived.</p> + +<p>Helen grew terrified and was on the point +of going out on to the platform when the +door opened and the two men appeared.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey looked much the same, Cyril was +clad in a heavy ulster and his face was white +and scared.</p> + +<p>Cyril was speaking as the two entered and +Helen caught the last words, "just as we +could have wished" he was saying. "Oh Cyril +Cyril" cried Helen and she flung herself into +his arms.</p> + +<p>"My darling" gasped Cyril and a queer gurgle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +sounded in his throat. "What is it Cyril, +what has happened?" cried Helen, clutching +hold of his coat.</p> + +<p>"Hush darling" said Cyril, "come outside.</p> + +<p>Helen was quite overcome by now and she +allowed herself to be led out by Cyril and +Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"Shall you tell her tonight" whispered Mr. +Palsey.</p> + +<p>"It is better to get it over" replied Cyril, +"Helen dear, be prepared for bad news."</p> + +<p>"Yes yes anything" gasped Helen nervously +"father is ill I know very ill, oh Cyril tell +me quickly."</p> + +<p>"Worse than that" said Cyril and he clasped +her tightly to him.</p> + +<p>"Not dying moaned Helen, "oh Cyril not +dying.</p> + +<p>Cyril said nothing, but Mr. Palsey whispered +"out with it Sheene, she must know +soon."</p> + +<p>"He is dead" cried Helen wildly, "say the +words Cyril say them."</p> + +<p>Cyril bowed his head "yes" he murmured +"dead—murd——</p> + +<p>"Hush" whispered Mr. Palsey striking him +on the arm, "you idiot, keep quiet."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> + +<p>With a shriek, Helen tore herself from +Cyril's grasp and ran like the wind, she herself +knew not wither; at the station gate her +strength failed her, she turned, she tottered, +she tried to scream and fell insensible at the +feet of the villians.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2> + +<h3>HELEN'S ACCTIDENT</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril</span> and Mr. Palsey lost no time in conveying +Helen to a cab which was waiting outside. +They placed her on one of the seats and +bade the cabman drive directly to number 2 +Medina Road, where Cyril was lodging.</div> + +<p>"How will you manage about the money +Cyril?" presently asked Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"Dont speak to me of money?" cried Cyril +bitterly, "oh Helen Helen" and he bent over +his unconcious sweetheart.</p> + +<p>"Pon me word Cyril" cried Mr. Palsey +"you're a born idiot, the girl will soon recover, +you'll marry her and we'll go halfs with +the money, its simply ridiculous the way you +mople and mumble over her, let her alone I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +say and tell me how the murd—the bussiness +went off."</p> + +<p>"I've told you twice it was very successful" +replied Cyril impatiantly.</p> + +<p>"You're trying to hide something I can +see" cried Mr. Palsey passionately, "you'd +best tell me, or not a farthing of the money +shall be yours."</p> + +<p>"I dont see that" said Cyril cooly, "you +dont even know where the safe is." Mr. Palsey +bit his lips in suppressed anger. Cyril's +words were stiningly true and made him boil +with passion. "Here we are" said Cyril, as +the cab stopped at a dimly lighted street corner.</p> + +<p>"Hi cabman, get down and open the door" +screamed Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>The man shuffled down from the box and +opened the door.</p> + +<p>"Any luggage" he asked roughly.</p> + +<p>"No" replied Mr. Palsey "there is a young +lady fainted and we are going to carry her in +to this house."</p> + +<p>"Right" responded the man and he stood +aside while Cyril and Mr. Palsey came gingerly +out carrying Helen between them.</p> + +<p>As they were ascending the steps a rough<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +looking man in a torn red shirt and battered +hat came up and addressed himself to Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Hi sir" he cried out "what about that £10 +you promised; I'm a poor starving man and I +cant wait much longer.</p> + +<p>"Bother" muttered Cyril "here man will a +shilling suffice for this evening, I'll pay the +rest tomorrow."</p> + +<p>"All right" grumbled the man, "unless you +pay up tomorrow it'll be the last job I do +for you," and with an oath the man departed.</p> + +<p>Cyril lead the way into a dimly lighted parlour +and with Mr. Palseys help Helen was +soon arranged on the sofa.</p> + +<p>Some supper consisting of cold mutton, vegitables +and a jug of ale was laid out on a +round table in the centre of the room, and +small parrifin lamp burnt on the mantleshelf. +Going over to this last object Cyril screwed it +up, so that its glare fell, full on Helen's face.</p> + +<p>"Why she's hurt herself terribly" cried +Cyril in alarm, pointing to a wound in her +forehead from which blood had been streaming +down her face.</p> + +<p>"Is your landlady up?" enquired Mr. Palsey +seriously.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I should rather doubt it, why?" asked +Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Because Miss Winston should be taken to +her bedroom at once, I'm afraid it is a bad +cut" replied Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"I'll ring" responded Cyril and he acted accordingly.</p> + +<p>In ten minutes or so an oldish woman entered +holding a candle and her garments had +evidently been flung on in a hurry.</p> + +<p>"What now sir?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Sorry for disturbing you Mrs. Pollard but +this young lady of mine has had a terrible +fall and must be taken to her bedroom at once, +we thought it was only a faint said Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Lardy dardy" exclaimed Mrs. Pollard +"poor young lady, I'll see to her at once sir."</p> + +<p>She left the room and soon returned with +an other servant and the two carried Helen to +her bedroom where they bathed her face with +cold water and put her to bed as carefully as +possible.</p> + +<p>"You'd best go for the doctor Mary" said +Mrs. Pollard "say nothing to the young gentleman +and be as quick as you can.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Cyril and Mr. Palsey sat down +to their supper.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Poor Helen" cried Cyril at last.</p> + +<p>"Oh stop that tune do" cried Mr. Palsey +"tell us what happened."</p> + +<p>"It was all done as pre-arranged. I waited +till the man was hanged and the yard emptied +of people and while Mr. Winston was putting +away the scaffold the blow was struck" +said Cyril.</p> + +<p>"By you?"</p> + +<p>"No"</p> + +<p>"Who then?"</p> + +<p>"Oh that lout you saw at the door just now, +he decided to do the job for £10, I had hard +work to make him do it just at first" replied +Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Indeed" said Mr. Palsey "what was his +name?"</p> + +<p>"Jack Jenkins" replied Cyril a terrific beggar +and drunkard too I belive."</p> + +<p>"Oh" laughed Mr. Palsey "and what plan +did you adopt about the gun?"</p> + +<p>"I did'nt do that" responded Cyril "when +Jenkins had done his part of the bussiness, +I got a knife, steeped it in red ink and laid +it by Mr. Winston's side, as he was prostrated +on the ground."</p> + +<p>"And that will lead the police to belive it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +was suicide you think?" asked Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"I think so" replied Cyril with a groan "at +last that seemed to be the general opinion +when the poor fellow was taken to the mortuary."</p> + +<p>"Why do you say "poor fellow?" asked Mr. +Palsey.</p> + +<p>"Because I do think he is a poor fellow and +I'm sorry I ever did the thing" cried Cyril and +he brought his fist down on the table with +such force that the jug of beer toppled over +and fell on the floor.</p> + +<p>At that moment the door opened and Mrs. +Pollard poked her head in "if you please sir" +she said "we've thought fit to send for Dr. +Poppet, and he's waiting in the hall."</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Cyril with dignity "show +him upstairs and when he has seen Miss Winston +let him come and have a word with me."</p> + +<p>"Miss Winston" cried Mrs. Pollard "why sir +is she any relation to the poor hangman as +was killed after the affair."</p> + +<p>"Yes woman" cried Cyril hotly "she is his +daughter, now go for pity's sake"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Pollard hastily withdrew and commanded +Dr. Poppet to follow her.</p> + +<p>"Its a serious case sir" she said cheerily<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +opening Helen's door "step this way please."</p> + +<p>Dr. Poppet stepped that way and went over +to Helens bed, where Mary the under servant +was putting ointment on the wound.</p> + +<p>"Hem" grunted the doctor seriously "not +as bad as I feared, but very dangerous for +all that, she must be kept very quiet Mrs. Pollard +and must only take liquid food, she will +probably awake by 5 or 6 o'clock and you +may give her a little milk, "I'll call again +tomorrow on my rounds, keep her head cool or +fever of some kind may set in and effect the +brain."</p> + +<p>"Your instructions shall be carried out to +the letter" said Mrs. Pollard and with that +she led him down to talk with Cyril Sheene.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2> + +<h3>IN THE COURT OF JUSTICE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> next morning Helen was sadly feverish, +though quite sensible.</div> + +<p>From the time she woke up 11-30 a.m. she +never opened her lips.</p> + +<p>She was very feverish and her brain very +much upset.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey decided not to tell Helen the +fearful news till she was better and indeed +it was a wise thing to do. Helen smiled and +looked pleased when Cyril went to see her, +but turned away in disgust when Mr. Palsey +went near her.</p> + +<p>"Helen dear" said Cyril "I am going out +now, is there anything you would like me to +buy for you?"</p> + +<p>"No nothing" replied Helen "let me be alone, +I want no one near me."</p> + +<p>Cyril sighed, took up his hat and departed.</p> + +<p>Entering the sitting room he found Mr. +Palsey busy writing.</p> + +<p>"James" said Cyril "I must go out now, will +you come."</p> + +<p>"No I cant" replied Mr. Palsey "I am very +busy."</p> + +<p>Cyril again gave a sigh of relief, and opening +the front door went out.</p> + +<p>The storm of the night before had quite subsided +and the sun was shining brightly.</p> + +<p>To tell the truth, Cyril was very glad to +hear that Mr. Palsey could not go out, for he +himself was going to the court of Justice to +appear as witness concerning the death of Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +Winston, which some of the detectives suspected +to be murder and some suicide.</p> + +<p>The court was densely crowded and in consequence +very hot and stuffy.</p> + +<p>Cyril forced his way through the crowd and +seated himself in the witness box, where sat +two other men, Mr. Porter the head warder +of the prison and Dr. Slyn, both of whom had +held conversation with Mr. Winston, an hour +or so before his death.</p> + +<p>"Not many witnesses for so serious a case" +cried the judge in loud tones as he eyed the +three desolate looking men.</p> + +<p>Cyril was the first witness as he knew more +of the deceased than either of the other two. +He had to relate all he knew of Mr. Winston's +past life and in conclusion the judge asked +him if he thought Mr. Winston looked like +commiting suicide when he went to hang Mr. +Smith.</p> + +<p>Cyril replied that Mr. Winston looked +rather morbid on the day of the execution and +otherwise no other change was visible.</p> + +<p>The judge coughed, "summon the detectives" +he cried.</p> + +<p>The detectives (three in number) advanced.</p> + +<p>"Now Mr. Slag" said the judge, addressing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +the leader of the three men, "what is your +opinion of this terrible case, murder or suicide?"</p> + +<p>Cyril waited open mouthed for the reply, +his whole life depended on Mr. Slag's reply.</p> + +<p>Mr. Slag evidently did not like giving his +opinion in public and he hesitated before +speaking.</p> + +<p>"I say it was murder" cried one of the other +detectives.</p> + +<p>Cyril could have screamed with vexation.</p> + +<p>"Are you aware Mr. Tix that your opinion +was not asked" enquired the judge dryly "Mr. +Slag if you please" he added authoritivly.</p> + +<p>"I say suicide most decidedly replied Mr. +Slag "I am a trained detective my lord and +am not likely to make a mistake, Mr. Rennet +is also of my opinion."</p> + +<p>"Very well" said the judge writing in his +note book.</p> + +<p>"I am convinced it is suicide and so is the +jury and you may go Mr. Slag, the case is with +drawn where are Mr. Winston's relations who +will bury the deceased?"</p> + +<p>A stir in the witness box and Cyril came +forward "I will undertake to pay for the +burial" he said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You?" cried the astonished judge "who are +you pray?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Cyril Sheene" replied Cyril +getting very red "and I am the greatest friend +poor Mr. Winston had, besides his daughter +who I know is penniless.</p> + +<p>"Very well" said the judge "you are a good +benevolent man.</p> + +<p>Little did the simple minded judge know, +that the innocent looking person he addressed +in such kind tones was the real murderer of +Mr. Winston.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 12</h2> + +<h3>HELEN'S RESOLVE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril Sheene</span> returned home to his lodgings +quite satisfied with the conclusion the case had +come to. Entering the sitting room, he found +Mr. Palsey still busy writing, though the dinner +was ready and fast getting cold.</div> + +<p>"Still busy?" cried Cyril, pulling off his +gloves and sitting down to a tempting looking +dinner of juicy well cooked mutton chops, arranged +against a mountain of frothy mashed +potatoes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes I'm terrificly busy" responded Mr. +Palsey tearing up a large sheet of foolscap +as he spoke.</p> + +<p>"Well lets have dinner now" responded Cyril +sitting down as he spoke.</p> + +<p>"Oh all right" replied Mr. Palsey, who was +not the least hungry, "where have you been +all the morning?"</p> + +<p>"In court" responded Cyril absently gazing +at the mutton chops.</p> + +<p>"In court man!" cried Mr. Palsey "what do +you mean?"</p> + +<p>"I mean what I say" replied Cyril. "I was +in court, acting witness in Mr. Winston's +case."</p> + +<p>"Really?" gasped Mr. Palsey "what is the +result?"</p> + +<p>"The case is withdrawn" replied Cyril +feverishly, "they are convinced it is suicide."</p> + +<p>"Thank goodness" ejaculated Mr. Palsey +"then we are well out of the mess."</p> + +<p>"Yes" answered Cyril and then vouchsafing +no more the two men sat down to their dinner.</p> + +<p>Half way through ***y were interupted by +Mrs. Pollard, who came in in a great fluster.</p> + +<p>"Please sir" she said in a hurry "Miss Winston +seems so queer, she has got up and dressed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +herself and wishes to see you at once."</p> + +<p>"My stars" screamed Cyril, forgetting in his +excitement what a gentleman he was and with +that he rushed upstairs to Helen's bedroom.</p> + +<p>He found Helen standing by the bed, her +hands beating wildly against her heart and a +hectic spot burning on her cheek.</p> + +<p>She was completely dressed even to her grey +travelling cloak which hung limply on her +shoulders.</p> + +<p>"Cyril," she cried wildly, "I am going home, +I can bare this imprisonment no longer."</p> + +<p>"Helen, my darling cried Cyril astounded +by her words.</p> + +<p>"Yes it is true" cried Helen again. "I shall +go home now now—this instant why am I kept +in ignorance of my father's death? I know +who murdered him in spite of secrecy," she +screamed," it was Mr. Palsey, that false villain +below," "Helen cried Cyril," "how could +it be Mr. Palsey, why I should know it if it +was he, dont be absurd dear, get into bed again +do you know you are very ill, and to go out +would be madness."</p> + +<p>"I dont care" screamed Helen, her eyes +dilating and her cheeks burning.</p> + +<p>"I shall go home, I tell you it was Mr. Palsey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +who murdered my father if you dont know +it Cyril, I do so there,"</p> + +<p>"Helen" said Cyril firmly "be calm and I +will tell you about your poor father's death."</p> + +<p>"Tell me" cried Helen and she sank exhausted +into a chair.</p> + +<p>"I fear" began Cyril "I greatly fear that +your poor dear father commited—had reasons +for depriving himself of life."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Helen, starting to her feet, +"you Cyril Sheene dare to insult me to my +face, will you too turn, false, oh how dare you +say my father commited suicide."</p> + +<p>"I dare Helen because I know it" replied +Cyril.</p> + +<p>"You dont know it" screached Helen, "oh +Cyril," and the poor un nerved girl sank sobbing +on the bed.</p> + +<p>"Hush Helen," cried Cyril stroking her ruffled +hair, "we wont talk about it any more, +but indeed you can not go home today, it is +impossible."</p> + +<p>"I must I must" moaned Helen "oh Cyril +let me go, I want to see Marshland."</p> + +<p>"Helen, you cant go" replied Cyril "why +do you want Marshland?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Because she is my only true friend" cried +Helen.</p> + +<p>"Helen am I not a true friend" asked Cyril +reproachfully.</p> + +<p>"Yes Cyril you are" said Helen, "but do let +me go."</p> + +<p>Cyril remembering the doctors directions +that Helen was to have everything she wanted, +replied "very well Helen, you may go to-morrow, +and now get back to bed and rest."</p> + +<p>"No, no" said Helen "I must go tonight."</p> + +<p>"But your father is to be burried today," replied +Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Never mind" cried Helen shaking her aching +head, "It would break my heart to attend +the funeral, I must go tonight."</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Cyril "I will go with you, +by the 8-40 train, but now do rest darling."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, thank you Cyril" replied Helen +gratefully and closing her eyes she fell into a +heavy sleap."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 13</h2> + +<h3>THE DISGUISE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril</span> was greatly troubled about Helen's +strange conduct; he knew it was not good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +for her to travel in her present condition, and +then again it would do her just as much harm +not to go as she desired it so much.</div> + +<p>He went down to the sitting room and related +all the story to Mr. Palsey and waited +eagerly for a reply.</p> + +<p>"Why man alive!" shrieked Mr. Palsey "this +is greatest piece of luck we could possibly hope +for."</p> + +<p>"Luck?" cried Cyril "what do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Why dont you see?" said Mr. Palsey "it +is impossible for Helen to travel alone, and +therefore you and I must accompany her, and +of course it will be the very chance of chances +to rob the safe."</p> + +<p>"But you cant go with her" replied Cyril +"though of course I must."</p> + +<p>"Why cant I go if you please?"</p> + +<p>"For the simple reason that Helen suspects +you to be guilty of murdering her father," replied +Cyril, trying to appear unconcerned.</p> + +<p>"What?" shrieked Mr. Palsey thumping his +knees vigerously, 'dont be an idiot, how can +she suspect me?"</p> + +<p>"Well she does" answered Cyril "but you +may be quite easy, for she will not speak of it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> + +<p>She'd better not" cried Mr. Palsey biting +his moustache.</p> + +<p>"But you see James, it is quite impossible +for you to travel with us, so you had better +wait and come by a later train, there is one +at 9-12 I know" replied Cyril.</p> + +<p>"No that wont do," said Mr. Palsey "it +would upset my plans, besides making it too +late to rob the safe with ease."</p> + +<p>"What will you do then?" asked Cyril. "I +will disguise myself" returned Mr. Palsey "I +have a heavy green ulster upstairs, which I +know Miss Winston has not seen and grey +slouch hat; and a false beard which I used +when acting a play some time ago and if I put +a little walnut juice upon my countenance I +think I shall be sufficiently at least to deceive +Miss Winston."</p> + +<p>"Capital" exclaimed Cyril, "put on the +things now and see how you look."</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey rummaged in his portmanteau +and produced the required articles. The +beard was a trifle crumpled, but Cyril who +was neat handed quickly combed it out and +made it look as good as new.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey then put on the ulster and big +felt hat and attached the beard to his chin<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +by a bit of elastic. Cyril then applied to his +face, and in a minute he was disguised into a +fearce foreign looking man.</p> + +<p>"Its a splended get up" said Cyril, eyeing +the villain admiringly.</p> + +<p>"I wont take it off" said Mr. Palsey opening +his purse and taking out ten shillings "I +will go straight to the station and wait there, +give this money to Mrs. Pollard for me, it +what I owe her for the lodgings you know.</p> + +<p>"Very well" cried Cyril "but you'll have a +long wait at the station."</p> + +<p>"I know" said Mr. Palsey "but I can amuse +myself with a few comic papers and a pipe."</p> + +<p>"So with a hearty shake of the hands the +two villains sealed the compact.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 14</h2> + +<h3>HOME AGAIN</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril</span> was very busy all that afternoon; he +barely had time to attend Mr. Winston's +funeral, which he did however for politeness +sake.</div> + +<p>It was not a grand funeral by any means +and I think it would have broken Helen's heart<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +to see the plain unvarnished coffin which her +poor father's remains were deposited in.</p> + +<p>When Cyril returned from the ceremony, +he settled his accounts with Mrs. Pollard and +then proceeded to pack his portmanteau, which +piece of business did not take him very long.</p> + +<p>He was about to depart from his room, when +something lying upon the floor attracted his +attention.</p> + +<p>It was a water coloured painting of Mr. +Winston.</p> + +<p>How Cyril's heart smote him, as he gazed +at those calm, stern features and mild blue +eyes, with so much trust in their orbs.</p> + +<p>He hastily shuffled the painting into his +pocket, and with something between a groan +and a sarcastic laugh, made a rapid retreat +down the stair case.</p> + +<p>Helen was waiting in the hall.</p> + +<p>She looked a very different girl from the +bright rosy faced Helen of a week ago.</p> + +<p>Her cheeks were white and hollow save for +one hectic spot and her great hazel eyes seemed +too dark for her face. Her dark hair was +limp and uncurled, and her lips were as ashy +as her face. She looked a sad little picture, +indeed, as she stood there in the hall, with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +her grey cloak loosly buttoned round her, +and her new black crape hat contrasting +queerly with her ghost-like countenance.</p> + +<p>Cyril's heart of stone was quite touched as +he saw her looking so vastly changed.</p> + +<p>"Come Helen" he said carresingly as he +patted her hair behind, "it feels like old times +to be walking with you again."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it does to you" quoth Helen bitterly +"but to me it is unbearable."</p> + +<p>Cyril said nothing, but gently helped her +down the steps. In an hours time they were +at the station.</p> + +<p>Helen sat on a seat to rest till the train came +up, and Cyril went over to the bookstall, keeping +close to a remarkably tall foreign looking +gentleman who was laughing over Tit Bits.</p> + +<p>"Come away," whispered Helen to Cyril +"that man reminds me of the two faced villain +Mr. Palsey."</p> + +<p>"Helen" muttered Cyril between his teeth +"be quiet do; please to remember that with all +his villainy he is a perfect gentleman."</p> + +<p>"Ah" said Helen "you too admit that he is +a villain."</p> + +<p>Cyril saw he had made a mistake and the +hot blood rushed to his face.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Dear me" he said cooly "I am always blurting +out things I dont mean."</p> + +<p>Helen was beginning to see through him.</p> + +<p>"Cyril" she said faintly "I hope you are not +a villain too."</p> + +<p>"Why of course I'm not" replied Cyril +"come, here is the train."</p> + +<p>Helen followed Cyril to a first class carriage, +noticed that the foreign looking man, +otherwise Mr. Palsey, jumped into a second +class department and closed the door with +a bang.</p> + +<p>"This is a fast train" said Cyril as he got +on to the seat.</p> + +<p>"Indeed?" replied Helen, and with a deep +drawn sigh she placed her bundle on the rack.</p> + +<p>"Helen wont you eat your supper," asked +Cyril "it is nearly nine o'clock, you must be +hungry.</p> + +<p>"Very well" replied Helen and she opened +her bag.</p> + +<p>"What have you got?" asked Cyril eargerly.</p> + +<p>"Only a small pot of calf's foot jelly" answered +Helen.</p> + +<p>"Oh" said Cyril in a dissopointed tone, "why +you ought to have had fruit and cold fowl."</p> + +<p>"Dont speak to me of cold fowls" cried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +Helen in disgust and having finished her jelly +she sank into repose.</p> + +<p>The train was an express and reached +Kenalham a little before 10-30.</p> + +<p>Helen burst into tears as she stepped on to +the platform. "Oh how sad, how sad" she +moaned.</p> + +<p>The dog cart was waiting for them and Cyril +jumped quickly in, helping Helen as he did so.</p> + +<p>For ten minutes or more, the cart stopped, +and Helen found herself once more on the +threshold of her home.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 15</h2> + +<h3>THE ROBBERY</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> door was opened by Marshland who having +heard the fearful news was attired in deep +mourning.</div> + +<p>"My darling Miss Helen!" cried the old +servant.</p> + +<p>"Oh Marshland" cried Helen "I feel so terribly +ill."</p> + +<p>"Come to bed at once miss and you shall +have some hot wine" said Marshland "step<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +into the drawing room sir" she added seeing +Cyril waiting in the passage.</p> + +<p>"Goodnight Helen dear" cried Cyril, then +turning to the servant he added "thank you I +will rest for one moment, but I must go then, +as I have a friend waiting for me in the town."</p> + +<p>"Very well sir" said Marshland "you can +let yourself out cant you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" cried Cyril and he betook himself +to the drawing room.</p> + +<p>As I have already mentioned, Helen was +feeling weak and ill and her head ached as +though it would split. Marshland put her +to bed very carefully and gave her some hot +wine to drink.</p> + +<p>Once in between the beautiful cool sheets +with the breeze blowing in at the open window +stirring the dainty white muslin curtains, +Helen dropped into a dull heavy sleep, but she +was so restless that Marshland dared not leave +her.</p> + +<p>As the clock on the stairs struck 12-30 <a name="helen" id="helen"></a><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'He,en'">Helen</ins> +seemed to grow quieter, so Marshland drew +down the blind, snuffed the candle and went +downstairs.</p> + +<p>She bolted the hall door and peeped into +the drawing room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I heard Mr. Sheene go some hours ago" she +muttered "and all the windows are bolted, so +off I go to bed to rest my weary limbs."</p> + +<p>So the old woman went to her room, knocking +at Gladys's door as she went, to assure +that she was going to bed, for Gladys who was +highly nervous had insisted on this.</p> + +<p>Helen slept heavily till about 2 o'clock in +the morning, when she was awakened by some +strange sounds below.</p> + +<p>She sat up in bed and listened, the sounds +continued and feeling frightened she called +Marshland.</p> + +<p>But the old servant was asleep and for a +little while the noises ceased. Helen thinking +it was her fancy turned in her bed and fell +into a doze. In less than 2 minutes she was +awakened by the furious ringing of a bell.</p> + +<p>For a moment her heart stood still and her +very blood ran cold. Then in one desperate +moment she recollected the sound of the bell.</p> + +<p>Springing from her bed she flew to the door +crying as she did so "the safe, the safe!!"</p> + +<p>Wildly she flew down the passage her brain +dazed her heart beating loudly.</p> + +<p>Her eyes were too dilated to see, and in +flying along she struck her head against a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +tall old clock and would have fallen headlong +downstairs, to certain death, but a pair of +arms were hastily flung around her and in +another moment two unconscios figures were +lying motionless in the still dark passage with +only the pale moonlight lighting up their rigid +faces.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 16</h2> + +<h3>"SETTLED"</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Marshland</span> had not been awakened by the bell +and so when she got up next morning at 6 +o'clock, she was entirely innocent of the nights +events. Putting on her apron she hastily +went downstairs. Half way down the passage +she caught sight of something white.</div> + +<p>"Tut tut" she exclaimed "I wonder if those +are my clean aprons or caps, they must have +fallen from the beams." But here her wonderings +were overun by the fact that the white +things were no other than the prostrate bodies +of Helen and Gladys.</p> + +<p>Marshland uttered a stifled cry, but recovering +her presence of mind she instantly +raised Helen in her arms. Gladys had by this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +time quite recovered and was kneeling by her +cousin on the floor.</p> + +<p>"Raise yourself Miss Gladys" said Marshland +"and help me take Miss Helen to her +room."</p> + +<p>Gladys rose directly and Helen was soon +upon her bed once more.</p> + +<p>She soon opened her eyes and fixed them +on her cousin, "go away" she said calmly "I +want to speak to Marshland."</p> + +<p>Gladys left the room and Helen's calm manner +changed to one of absolute fury.</p> + +<p>Darting to her feet, she seized Marshland's +shoulder, her white lips parted in feverish +anxiety.</p> + +<p>"The safe" she cried quick Marshland it has +been robbed—I heard the bell—go and see +quick, oh Marshland hurry—hurry."</p> + +<p>Marshland had her doubts as to the robbery, +but to quiet Helen she went downstairs +to ascertain.</p> + +<p>Entering the drawing room to her great +alarm she found the window wide open, and +she knew she had shut and bolted it the night +before.</p> + +<p>Advancing in some consternation she saw +the bolt had <i>not</i> been tampered with and her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +eyes wandered to the safe. Dragging back +the curtain she perceived to her great horror +that the gauze door was wide open and the +black leather bag which contained all the +money, gone.</p> + +<p>"Oh Heavens" ejaculated the old woman +"all the money gone, yes every brass farthing +of it, my poor Miss Helen you'll have to go +begging now and in sober earnest too."</p> + +<p>It may here be mentioned that Mr. Winston +had left a will leaving all his money to Helen, +and the gold which that bag contained was all +he had left, so that gone, Helen would have +to set about to earn her own living. Mr. Winston +had before his death written on a slip of +paper "all this gold is bequeathed to my +daughter Helen on the day when I shall be +called upon to die." This he had sealed with +his private seal and put at the bottom of the +bag so that the thief (whoever he might be) +had carried that signature with him.</p> + +<p>Marshland lost no time in seeing what else +had been robbed and found to her relief that +the ivory box containing the valuable old +jewils had not been touched.</p> + +<p>Taking it in her trembling hand, she carried +it to Helen's room. "Here Miss" she said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +see the jewils have not been touched but—but—her +white lips refused to say any thing +else, but Helen took up the strain, "the money +is gone, yes I knew it Marshland and I am left +alone a beggar in this cruel, cruel world. All +this she uttered in so calm a tone as to quite +supprise Marshland.</p> + +<p>"Dont say alone miss" cried the faithful +servant, for I will be with you through thick +and thin.</p> + +<p>At that moment the door opened and Gladys +announced that Mr. Sheene was waiting in +the parlour, together with Mr. Palsey. Helen +dressed herself quickly and leaning on +Gladys's arm for support she entered the much +disturbed drawing room.</p> + +<p>Cyril was standing by the window, his hands +in his trouser pockets looking desperatly ill.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey looked as stern and hard as +ever, and with his cigarette between his lips +he appeared to be taking a general survey of +the room.</p> + +<p>"Good morning Miss Winston" he cried totally +ignoring his future wife, "if you have +any brains they ought to tell you what I am +here about. Before Helen had time to reply +Gladys stepped forward and laying her hand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +on Mr. Palsey's arm looked in his face steadily +and said. "James, I dont know what you intend +saying but I am sure it is cruel and cutting +and I beg and pray of you to keep quiet +whatever it is. Helen is, as you know in great +trouble about her dear father, and added to +that, a robbery has been commited in the +night, which has deprived her of all the money +which had been left her and so she has now +to earn her own living——"</p> + +<p>"Hold" cried Cyril suddenly turning round, +"I have already heard of this terrible robbery +and though I have to grovell in the very +ground, Helen shall never have to earn her +own living, in the presence of everyone here +I repeat my words. I intend as soon as possible +to take Helen to London and marry her +on the first opportunity which presents itself; +I have" he added, "though no one may know +it, a private bussiness in Holburn, which consists +of a small office in which I employ two +clerks, my living appartments are at the back +of this office or (home affair) as I generally +call it, and mark my words all of you here +Helen would lead a very happy life, and if my +bussiness should prosper I will go and live in +Paris or Rome if Helen should prefer it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Thank you Cyril" said Helen, "I will spend +one more week here to collect my belongings +and then only too gladly will I go with you +to your office. I have only one request to +make."</p> + +<p>"What is that?" asked Cyril.</p> + +<p>"A very simple one" replied Helen "only +that Marshland should come with us and be +our servant."</p> + +<p>"Certainly," answered Cyril. "I shall be +only too pleased, for the one servant I have is +just leaving and I am sure Marshland will +suit."</p> + +<p>"Pardon me" said Mr. Palsey "I think Cyril, +if you take my advice you will leave this +wicked interfeering old woman behind I warn +you she will be the plague of your life, for I +myself have had experience of what she can +do poking her nose into people's rooms, the +meddling old cat."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Palsey" said Helen calmly and with +great dignity "perhaps you will allow Cyril +to settle this matter, and if you will allow me +to add, I would far rather be a meddling old +cat, than a cruel hard hearted person who +could murder a good innocent man for the +sake of his money, and then could look the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +daughter of that man in the face with a cold +unflinching gaze."</p> + +<p>Gladys uttered a low scream and staggered +towards the door; she is loosing her head she +sobbed, "going mad, and all through you +James." For Gladys knew nothing of Helen's +suspicions.</p> + +<p>"No Gladys" replied Helen, "dont cry, for I +am not loosing my head or going mad either, +and you have my utmost pity for having a husband +such as he."</p> + +<p>But nothing could soothe poor Gladys and +as Helen stooped to comfort her, Mr. Palsey +took the opportunity of speaking to Cyril.</p> + +<p>"You idiot" he hissed "look what you have +led Helen up to, making her speak to me like +that, now I doubt if Gladys will belive in me, +and if she does not there will be an end to my +rich marriage."</p> + +<p>"I dont care" said Cyril, for he truly felt +he had the upper hand, "I consider it would +be a very good thing if Miss Lincarrol does not +marry you for she is too good a girl to be +joined with a low villain like you."</p> + +<p>"Very well" cried Mr. Palsey savagely "as +you evidently consider yourself a saint, +(though you did help me in the murder and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +other matters too) perhaps it will be better +for both of us if we seperate at once.</p> + +<p>I have my half of the money and you have +yours, so that is all settled, you can take Helen +to London and marry her and I will take +Gladys to Norfolk where all her relations live +and marry her when I get settled and the less +we hear of each other the better, that is my +opinion and I hope it suits you.</p> + +<p>"It does" replied Cyril calmly "let us tell +the girls and the sooner you and Gladys get +packed off the better for I must stay here another +week with Helen."</p> + +<p>"Gladys" cried Mr. Palsey firmly "get up at +once and stop crying."</p> + +<p><a name="glad" id="glad"></a><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads '"Gladys'">Gladys</ins> dried her eyes and sat up.</p> + +<p>"Look here" continued Mr. Palsey, "you and +I are going back to Norfolk this evening as +soon as we can mannage it, and Mr. Sheene +intends stopping another week with Miss +Winston till he goes to London and remember +the less you and she hear of one another the +better; you will be much better for the loss +of her company and your relations too would +much rather you left here, it is taking effect +on your health my dear, so be ready to start +by 6 o'clock this evening and I will call for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +you; you and Helen will have plenty of time +to say your last adieu before that; is that settled?" +he added turning to Cyril.</p> + +<p>"Quite" replied Cyril.</p> + +<p>Gladys broke into heart broken sobbing but +being used to obey she ran quickly upstairs to +collect her things.</p> + +<p>With a cry Helen ran to Cyril and put her +arms round his neck.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey bit his lips and turning to the +window he turned over the past events in his +mind and he thought how very well he had +managed that last little bit of business.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 17</h2> + +<h3>BOUND FOR NORFOLK</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Let</span> us now return to Gladys.</div> + +<p>Arrived at her bedroom she began to collect +her various articles of clothing in a hazy and +disturbed manner, every now and then sitting +down to burst into a terrible fit of weeping.</p> + +<p>It took her over half an hour to pack up, +and then having bathed her burning face, she +began to feel very hungry.</p> + +<p>Finding a few biscuits in a tin, she lost no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +time in eating them and then she rang her +bell.</p> + +<p>To her supprise Helen came to the door instead +of Marshland.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear Gladys" cried Helen kindly "I am +so very sorry that you are going."</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen," sobbed Gladys "it nearly +breaks my heart to think of it, and we may +not even write to each other."</p> + +<p>"Dont say that" cried Helen, "if ever I can +manage it I'll always send you a note privately, +for I shall never forget Gladys that +you saved my life."</p> + +<p>Gladys could not speak for crying.</p> + +<p>"Now Gladys" said Helen "do stop crying +or you will be ill, did you want anything when +you rang just now."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes please" replied Gladys "if I might +have something to eat, I am so very hungry."</p> + +<p>"Certainly, dear" said Helen and she darted +downstairs, soon to return with a plate of +well cut ham and a couple of poached eggs +and a comforting cup of coffee.</p> + +<p>Having spread this out, she sat down to +watch Gladys eat it.</p> + +<p>The poor girl looked very worn out and tired +and great red and black lines encircled her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +blue eyes, "oh Helen" she said at last "do +tell me what you meant by speaking so +strongly to James just now.</p> + +<p>The tears came into Helen's eyes, "dont ask +me Gladys dear" she said, some day I will +contrive to let you know by letter but I cant +tell you now."</p> + +<p>A silence followed and then Helen spoke +again, "do you know" she said. "I am very +glad things have turned out like this. I shall +be happy too and perhaps forget all about me +and all this misery."</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen" cried Gladys "I will never forget +you it will be impossible."</p> + +<p>"I dont know" said Helen "you see its like +this, although we shall write to each other +(for my mind is made up on that score) when +once you are happy, though you will not exactly +forget <i>me</i>, you will forget this misery at +parting and so you will be able to think of me +without pain or regret, and it will be like a +wound which though healed over is still to be +seen, do you under stand?"</p> + +<p>"Yes dear Helen" said Gladys "there is certainly +truth in what you say, but do you think +we shall either of us be happy again?"</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Helen with a smile, "I do, light<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +is certainly breaking through the darkness +after all Gladys"</p> + +<p>Ah Helen!, happily for you that you can +see the bright light appearing, but there are +dark clouds gathering in the distance which +you do not see but which nevertheless are coming +nearer and nearer and will soon burst over +your head and extinguish the sunshine and +the light.</p> + +<p>The dreary morning passed away at last and +the afternoon followed suit. A quarter to six +found Gladys and Helen taking a last farewell +in the drawing room before Mr. Palsey arrived.</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen shall we ever meet again, sobbed +Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Hush hush" said Helen "dont cry Gladys +and let me give you some advice before you +go. Dont sob or show any emotion when you +bid me goodbye and if afterwards Mr. Palsey +should mention me to you be quite calm +and show him you do not care, when next we +meet I'll tell you my reasons and be sure +they're good ones."</p> + +<p>Voices were heard at the front door and +going into the hall, they found Mr. Palsey and +Cyril talking and a carriage waiting at the +gate.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Goodbye Miss Lincarrol" said Cyril as he +took her hand "I am sorry you have to go."</p> + +<p>"Not at all" said Gladys brightly "goodbye +Mr. Sheene, thanks for all your kindness."</p> + +<p>Here Mr. Palsey interposed "goodbye Miss +Winston" he said raising his hat.</p> + +<p>Helen drew herself up and gave him a look +(such a one as once seen never forgotten) and +then turning to her friend said, "well goodbye +Gladys, a pleasant journey to you dear."</p> + +<p>"Goodbye Helen" said Gladys bravely and +calmly and without a break in her voice.</p> + +<p>"I hope you will enjoy yourself in London."</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey looked astounded, he had expected +a loud fit of crying at least.</p> + +<p>"Wont you say goodbye to me Miss Winston +he asked sheepishly.</p> + +<p>"No cried Helen in a laud voice, "it was +an evil day for you Mr. Palsey when my good +father asked you to his house."</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey jumped into the open fly and put +his bag beside him.</p> + +<p>Helen stood on the steps waving her hand +with tears in her eyes, while Gladys, for the +sake of the friend she loved, sat erect and tearless +in the carriage which soon wheeled her +away from "Beach Dale" and its occupants.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 18</h2> + +<h3>THE OFFICE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Left</span> alone in the dreary little cottage, a sense +of utter lonliness came over Helen. She truly +felt as though the one spark of happiness in +her life had faded. Sitting down in an arm +chair, she took up some crochet and tried to +do a little work before sunset.</div> + +<p>In a few minutes Cyril entered, fresh from +a country walk.</p> + +<p>"Ah Helen" he cried "you're busy I see."</p> + +<p>"No I'm not" replied Helen sadly "did you +want me for anything?"</p> + +<p>"Well I was thinking it might be as well to +go and see the autioneer, Mr. Graham," replied +Cyril "you see all this furniture must be +sold and a week is but a short time to settle +everything."</p> + +<p>"Yes I presume that would be best" said +Helen with a sigh "where does this Mr. +Graham live?" "Not a very long way off" +replied Cyril "49 Eastern Grove is his address"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes I know" said Helen "when shall we +start?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Now, if you like" said Cyril</p> + +<p>"Very well," and Helen tossed away her +crochet and put on her hat.</p> + +<p>It did not take very long to reach Eastern +Grove, a pretty little street at the end of +Kenelham. Helen stood by while Cyril arranged +matters to his own taste. At last all +was settled and Mr. Graham politely promised +to be round at Beach Dale by 9 o'clock +the next morning.</p> + +<p>The next three days were busy ones indeed +for Helen. All day she was flying up and +downstairs, from attic to kitchen placing the +furniture to be sold in lots and keeping what +she wanted to take, in her own bedroom. +Marshland helped all she could but being old +and stiff she could do little but sit in the +kitchen and moan at the loss of her beloved +master's goods.</p> + +<p>Friday came at last (the day Cyril had arranged +for starting) and Helen was up early +taking a last look at the rooms, garden walks +etc., that she loved.</p> + +<p>It was a boiling hot day and they had to +start in the middle of the heat.</p> + +<p>A large waggon came to the door wherein +all the odd pieces of furniture were packed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +and the trunks and boxes being put on the top +of that, Helen and Marshland got a small +wooden bench which they put at the door of +the waggon for, as Marshland truly remarked +"Air was better than comfort," and there they +seated themselves to drive to the station—Cyril +had gone on to take the tickets and see +about a comfortable carriage.</p> + +<p>It was two o'clock by the time they reached +Holburn.</p> + +<p>Cyril jumped out, ordered a hansom while +Helen attended to the luggage.</p> + +<p>"Now Marshland" cried Cyril "you and Miss +Helen will kindly get into this hansom and +I'll tell the man where to drive to, I have a +bussiness matter to settle, but you can tell +the servant girl I'll be into tea."</p> + +<p>Helen and Marshland got hastily into the +hansom, to the old servant's inexpressible delight +who had never ridden in anything but +the customary Kenelham dog cart, and the +waggon she had recently quitted. Helen however +was too tired to notice anything and the +new sights and sounds had no charm for her +country eyes.</p> + +<p>Presently the cab stopped at a small dreary +looking office with the name Sheene & Co:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +in guilt letters on the window. Two men evidently +the clerks, were watching with intense +excitement the descent of the two ladies from +the cab, their faces being pressed upon the +iron blind of the office window.</p> + +<p>Helen went up the steps and timidly rang +the "visitors bell."</p> + +<p>It was soon answered by a rought untidy +looking servant girl, with no cap and a dirty +cotton dress, whom Marshland eyed with intense +disgust.</p> + +<p>"Are you Mr. Sheene's ladies?" asked the +girl.</p> + +<p>"Yes" replied Helen "and Mr. Sheene wished +me to say you were to show us to our rooms +at once, he himself will not be in till tea +time."</p> + +<p>"All right" responded the servant "step and +in and follow me."</p> + +<p>She then led the way down a narrow passage +past the home affair, till she came to +a door which she flung open, announcing it +was the sitting room.</p> + +<p>"You wont want your bedrooms yet awhile" +she said "because they're not ready."</p> + +<p>"Oh pray dont trouble" said Helen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Very well" replied the girl and she went +off closing the door behind her.</p> + +<p>"The slovenly creature" cried Marshland +"Mr. Sheene has evidently had no practice in +choosing his domestics.</p> + +<p>The room in which they found themselves +was rather small and very stuffey, the window +being tight shut and the blind down. A red +carpet adorned the floor a common deal table +with a check cloth stood in the middle of the +room, and three chairs were carefully arranged +round it. A leather armchair was by +the fireplace adorned by a crochet antimicassa, +and a sofa of the same description was +by the window. The mantle piece was furnished +with two glass vases, and a clock, +and a large photograph of Cyril and his two +clerks. A sideboard was by the door covered +with a clean cloth, a parrafin lamp, two trays +and a bowl of lavender.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of it?" asked Helen +after she had opened the window and taken +off her hat and gloves.</p> + +<p>"Humph" said Marshland looking round +"pretty fair, but law Miss Helen, comparing +it with your father's dainty little parlour its +a mere scullery."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes" said Helen "but dont let us hurt +poor Cyril's feelings, no doubt he likes it."</p> + +<p>"No doubt" replied Marshland.</p> + +<p>By 5 o'clock Cyril came in, very hot but +happy for all that. "Well Helen" he said +"what do you think of your future abode?"</p> + +<p>"Oh its very nice" answered Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well let us ring for tea" cried Cyril "you +will take your meal with us tonight Marshland, +but tomorrow you will find your place +in the kitchen with Alice the maid, who will +do all the hard work while you preside."</p> + +<p>Marshland looked pleased but said nothing.</p> + +<p>Alice brought in the tea, and the three made +it off shrimps and bread and butter and by +that time Helen was pleased to go to bed, quite +pleased with her first day in London.</p> + +<p>Helen's bedroom was at the top of a very +steep staircase and it was even more stuffy +than the sitting room. A rather dirty white +blind hung in the window, which Marshland +instantly tore down, "the filthy rag" she exclaimed +"never mind Miss Helen, in a few +weeks, I'll have this fit for a lady and the sitting +room too for that matter.</p> + +<p>The iron bed stead was of the collapsible +kind and Helen had to prop it up with empty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +trunks in order to get a night's rest, but +what with the squalling of the office cats and +the noise of the clerks and servants below, it +was in the small hours of the morning before +either she or Marshland got a wink of sleep.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 19</h2> + +<h3>IMPROVEMENTS</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was 8 o'clock, the following morning when +Helen was awakened by hearing a loud dispute +outside her door between Marshland and +Alice Grimstone (the maid).</div> + +<p>Glancing at her watch, Helen jumped out of +bed and began her toilet and half way through +she was interrupted by Alice bouncing in announcing +it was gone 8 o'clock and would she +(Helen) care about any water for washing. +Helen declared she would, upon which she +was presented with a can of hot water and +a clean towel, soap already having been provided.</p> + +<p>Having placed the last hair pin in her knob +and fastenned her white blouse, Helen went +down to the sitting room, where a smell of +hot coffee and fried bacon greated her nose.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ah this is Marshland's cooking" thought +Helen as she raised the cover of the dish. +A great improvement was also visible in the +room itself. It had been well dusted and +swept and a few london flowers adorned the +mantle shelf, a clean white curtain hung in +the window, and Helen's work box and other +little articles lay about the room, making it +look far more home like than on the preceding +evening.</p> + +<p>Cyril (Helen had heard) rose very late, so +she was forced to partake of her breakfast +alone.</p> + +<p>As soon as she had finnished, she rang the +bell and ordered a fresh meal to be got ready +for Cyril, for she really wished to please him +and hoped in a few days time to have the +house really nice.</p> + +<p>Then Helen thought she would go out and +buy a few things, so calling Marshland she +said "I am going out now Marshland, and +lunch will be at 1.30 if you please. Mr. Sheene +likes high tea at 7 in the future we will follow +this rule, breakfast at 9. lunch at 1.30, +high tea at 7, Wine and biscuits 9.30."</p> + +<p>"Very well miss" replied Marshland "I'll +see to it"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes" said Helen and do make that girl +work for pity's sake, she is so lazy."</p> + +<p>"That she is miss" replied Marshland +"She'll find her work set now I've come."</p> + +<p>Helen laughed "very well" she replied "I'll +be in soon. I only want to buy a chicken and +a yard or so of muslin for curtains."</p> + +<p>So going out, Helen hailed a hansom and +got proudly in, much to the envy of Netherby +and Wilson (the two clerks) to whom she had +not yet been introduced.</p> + +<p>And so day followed day and Helen always +found plenty to do. She was a first +rate house keeper and Cyril treasured her accordingly. +Marshland too made vast improvements +in the lower regons. Alice was made +to work hard and keep herself tidy.</p> + +<p>A bright yellow canary was purchased, and +hung in the sitting room window to Helen's +great delight, and she had no time to be unhappy. +Cyril seemed to prefer being engaged +so the marriage was put off, and Helen was +once more light hearted and merry and her +gay laugh might often be heard as she chatted +cheerily to the clerks or played comic songs on +the little harmonium.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> + +<p>And yet no one is there to warn Helen of +the approaching danger and misery.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 20</h2> + +<h3>THE SILVER TEAPOT</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Time</span> sped on and nothing happened to alarm +or upset Helen untill a certain October morning.</div> + +<p>She had just commenced her breakfast, +when in came Cyril attired in his best black +suit and stiff collar.</p> + +<p>"Why Cyril" cried Helen "how very early +you are."</p> + +<p>"Yes I am" responded Cyril triumphantly +"I am going to see a friend who lives in Piccadilly +and I doubt if I shall be back before 10 +or 11 tonight."</p> + +<p>"Really?" said Helen, "well make a good +breakfast or you'll be quite done up."</p> + +<p>Cyril made a hearty meal and then went to +the front door to see if the weather promised +to be fair; it looked rather gloomy, but no +rain fell. As though a sudden thought had +struck him, Cyril turned round and entered +the office.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Netherby" he cried sharply "who's afternoon +out is it, your's or Wilson's?</p> + +<p>"It is Mr. Wilson's sir" replied Netherby.</p> + +<p>"Then see he does'nt have it" said Cyril +shortly "I have my own reasons for wishing +you both to remain at home today, and dont +forget the office is in your charge today Netherby; +admit no gossiping women or tradesmen."</p> + +<p>"No sir" replied the clerk. Cyril turned +to leave the office, nearly knocking Helen over +as he did so. "Are you off?" she enquired "put +on your overcoat dear, it is very chilly."</p> + +<p>"All right" said Cyril and he reached his +blue melton from the peg.</p> + +<p>As Helen was helping him on with his coat +she noticed something silver sticking out of +the breast pocket.</p> + +<p>"Why whatever is this?" she asked in supprise, +"it looks like the best silver tea pot."</p> + +<p>"Best silver tea pot!" cried Cyril scornfully, +as though a man cant carry his cigarette case +about with him."</p> + +<p>But he looked uncommonly angry for all +that and Helen had seen and felt quite enough +to convince her that it was the best tea pot<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +and she felt her heart turn sick as she closed +the front door after Cyril's retreating figure.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 21</h2> + +<h3>THE PAWN TICKET</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen's</span> heart was beating fast, as she went +back to the sitting room, "oh dear" she cried +sitting down on the sofa "whatever is Cyril +up to I wonder it <i>was</i> a tea pot I know and it +was wrapped in cotton wool too for it felt +soft, I do hope he is up to no tricks."</div> + +<p>Finding nothing to do Helen sat down to +strum on the harmonium, but this did not +soothe her spirits and she wandered about the +room till her eye fell on a little white ticket +lying on the hearth rug. She could not bear +to see paper on the floor, so she hastily picked +it up, and before tossing it into the fire she +looked at it well to make sure it was nothing +important.</p> + +<p>Helen know enough to see at first glance +it was a pawn ticket for a valuable silver +sugar baisen worth £1.10.0.</p> + +<p>Her cheeks grew white as she read it and +she felt her fingers growing stiff. "Of course"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +she cried "its as plain as day light, Cyril has +pawned the best sugar baisen for a few trumpery +shillings, oh I'm sure he is getting into +bad company" and she commenced to weep. +"And I know he means to pawn the tea pot +too."</p> + +<p>But this was only the beginning of another +long series of troubles for poor Helen, but +happily for her she did not know that or it +might have driven her mad.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 22</h2> + +<h3>AN UNEXPECTED VISIT</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen's</span> weeping had given her a headache +and she was taking a doze on the sofa, when +angry voices were heard at the front door. +The voices were those of Mr. Netherby and +a young lady evidently in great distress.</div> + +<p>Helen came to the passage to hear what was +the matter "I tell you I've had orders from +Mr. Sheene to let no gossiping women inside +this office" cried Mr. Netherby. "But I'm not +a gossiping woman" said the lady in agitation.</p> + +<p>"And how do I know that?" enquired Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +Netherby. "I tell you I am a hater of gossip" +screamed the lady "and here it is pouring rain +and you have the audacity to keep me waiting +at the front door, when I ask to see the lady +of the house."</p> + +<p>"There is no lady of this house" said Mr. +Netherby "except Mrs. Marshland and she +rules it with a firm hand"</p> + +<p>"I want to see Miss Winston" cried the lady +now almost in tears.</p> + +<p>Here Helen interupted, "Mr. Netherby" she +said "If this lady wishes to see me, kindly +let her in at once."</p> + +<p>"I've got the master's orders not to" replied +Netherby firmly.</p> + +<p>"Insolent person!" cried Helen "obey me at +once, open the door."</p> + +<p>Netherby was alarmed and opening the door +he fled into the office leaving his mistress to +admit her guest if she would.</p> + +<p>"Can I do anything for you my good lady?" +asked Helen opening the door wide.</p> + +<p>With a cry the lady flung herself into +Helen's arms, saying "oh Helen Helen, how +very glad I am to see you."</p> + +<p>"Why Gladys" cried Helen "how came you +here?" "Oh its a long story" said Gladys (for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +it was she) "if I may come in, I'll tell it to +you."</p> + +<p>"Yes do" said Helen "stay the whole day if +you will, for Cyril is out and I am entirely +alone" So saying Helen led the way to the +sitting room, where Gladys soon divested herself +of her dripping cloak and hat, and sat +down by the fire to warm herself. "How +dreadfully wet you are" said Helen as she +shook out Gladys's cloak.</p> + +<p>"I had to walk all the way from Holburn +station" replied Gladys "there were no cabs +to be seen" "Dear dear" said Helen "I hope +you wont take cold."</p> + +<p>"Not I" laughed Gladys "and now Helen +dear if you are ready I'll tell you why I came +here."</p> + +<p>"Yes do" pleaded Helen drawing her chair +to the fire. "It is a long story" mused Gladys +gazing into the fire, as though she could see +the events of the past three months of her life +written there in letters of red and gold. "as +you know Helen, when I left Kenelham I went +with James straight to Norfolk, where my +parents and relations live. James and I +stayed there for, say three weeks, and during +that time I was perfectly happy. I did not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +write to you as I didn't know your address, +I presume you did'nt know mine. Well at +the end of these three weeks James got an invatation +to go and stay with some people in +Brighton and he asked me to go too I was +glad to do so as I had never been to that part +at all. So it was arranged for me to go and +we started. We had not been there a week +when a marked changed came over James. +He grew white and thin and seemed so terribly +nervous about the smallest thing. Men +were constantly calling to see him and after +their visits he looked even worse. It was not +a large house where we stayed, and my room +was next to his. He went to bed very late +and I fancy he slept badly. I constantly heard +him moan and walk about his room, and what +terrified me so much was he used to talk about +murders and robberies. So I took to listening +to him, by putting my bed close to the wall. +And I believe he found it out, for he took to +ill treating me, that is to say he was not kind, +and he called me horrible names. I felt it very +much indeed and it must have made me look ill, +for Mrs Martin (the hostess) said she thought +the sea air did not agree with me and advised +James to take me to some place where I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +not been before. Accordingly we arranged to +take a small house in Richmond for a few +months till I got better. There it is we are +living now. We have most comfortable rooms +in a nice house overlooking the terrace gardens. +Our landlady is a very good soul, and +though I am much better for the change, +James is not, he remains the same. All at +once I remembered what you said to him that +day about a murder. So I resolved to come +and find out where you lived. I told James +I wanted a whole day to do as I liked and I +took a train for Holburn and I was directed +where to go to, and here I am arrived in the +very knick of time, just as Mr. Sheene is off +for the day and you are quite alone to answer +any questions I put to you."</p> + +<p>During the latter part of Gladys's story +Helen had grown very white and she now +paced the room in breathless agitation.</p> + +<p>"What is it Helen?" enquired Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Yes I knew I was right" muttered Helen +half aloud "it is true too true alas! but my +revenge is at hand."</p> + +<p>"Helen do sit down" cried Gladys "you look +quite scared, I hope my story has not frightened +you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Frightenned me, No" cried Helen loudly +"you have only confirmed doubts which have +been lingering in my brain for month's past."</p> + +<p>"Doubts, what doubts." asked Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Oh Gladys" cried Helen bursting into tears +"thank goodness you came to me today, for you +may yet be saved from a terrible misfortune."</p> + +<p>"For pity's sake Helen speak out" cried +Gladys "you talk like a tragedian Gladys" +said Helen "did you say that Mr. Palsey talked +about murders and robberies?"</p> + +<p>"Yes" replied Gladys sadly "he certainly +made use of those two words."</p> + +<p>"Shall I tell you why?" asked Helen "I +shall be much obliged if you will" answered +Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Palsey's conscience has begun to trouble +him" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen what do you mean?" cried Gladys +wildly.</p> + +<p>"Simply this" said Helen "you know when +my poor father died, people said it was suicide."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but I never belived that" said Gladys +with marked descision.</p> + +<p>"Evidently the detectives have found out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +their mistake" replied Helen "you say, men +are constantly calling on Mr. Palsey."</p> + +<p>"Yes" replied Gladys "they are, but Helen +whatever do you mean."</p> + +<p>"Gladys" said Helen, "dont hate me for +what I am going to tell you; I only do it because +I love you and wish to save you, it is a +blessing you came here today, I suppose in +another week you would have married Mr. Palsey +but you wont now, for the man you call +your lover is the murderer of my father."</p> + +<p>Gladys gave a loud groan and sank helpless +to the floor.</p> + +<p>Helen ran to lift her up and after dashing +some water on her face was happy to see her +open her eyes.</p> + +<p>"Gladys, dear Gladys" she cried "I should +not have told you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes" said Gladys faintly, "you did +quite right, only it was such a shock to me, +after beliving in him all these months."</p> + +<p>"Of course it is" replied Helen soothingly +"thank goodness I shall never have cause to +doubt Cyril's honour."</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen what shall I do?" moaned poor +Gladys "to think of going back to sleep in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +the house with a villian like him "he might try +to murder me in the night."</p> + +<p>"Why not stay here a few nights till you +think of some plans" suggested Helen "we +have heaps of room."</p> + +<p>"Oh no no" cried Gladys desperately "I dare +not vex James like that and besides Mr. +Sheene would not have me in his house."</p> + +<p>"Oh Gladys" cried Helen "he would be only +too pleased to be of help to you."</p> + +<p>"No he would not" said Gladys "he hates +me."</p> + +<p>"Gladys!" screamed Helen "how can you?"</p> + +<p>"It is true" said Gladys "and I will tell +you why."</p> + +<p>Helen gave a snort of disgust but she listened +attentively for all that.</p> + +<p>"You see" said Gladys "I had to walk from +Holburn Station as you know and it took me +some time as I did not know the way; I had +just caught sight of this office from the opposite +side of the road and was going to cross, +when the door opened and Mr. Sheene himself +came out, he did not see me at first, he appeared +to be looking at the sky, but the moment +he caught sight of me his face darkened +directly, he looked at me for a minute with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +posative hatred in his eyes, and then turning +round he went into the office, to give an order, +I presume that order was that no women were +to be let in, because the instant I asked to +see you, I was furiously assaulted by a presuming +clerk, who called me a gossiping +woman, and no end of horrid names."</p> + +<p>"Oh" said Helen rather crossly "I think you +must be mistaken, but all the same if you +wont stay the night, you wont,"</p> + +<p>"I really can not," replied Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Did Cyril speak to you when he came out +again?" enquired Helen.</p> + +<p>"Dear me no" replied Gladys "I took jolly +good care he should'nt, so I bolted into a confectioners +to escape him, where I had to go +to the trouble of buying a bath bun; but anything +was better than not seeing you."</p> + +<p>"Dont be sarcastic" returned Helen hotly +"you dont treasure me as much as that."</p> + +<p>"Dont I?" cried Gladys "when I wanted to +see you, I was not going to be snubbed by an +insolent clerk, I would have braved him even +if you had not come though I thank my stars +you did come all the same, it is very degrading +to be seen arguing with a common city +clerk."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> + +<p>"So I should imagine" replied Helen "I cant +say I have ever been in the same strait myself; +I am on very good terms with both Netherby +and Wilson."</p> + +<p>"Are you?" said Gladys "which do you like +best."</p> + +<p>"Well you see Netherby is rather alarmed at +me" replied Helen "since I blew him up for +attempting to touch the organ without leave; +but then he is more to be trusted than Wilson, +who thinks nothing of breaking his word, telling +stories etc: Cyril has often thought of dismissing +him only he is very sharp and a good +writer I belive."</p> + +<p>"Well Helen can you suggest any plan for +me" asked Gladys "I cant marry James that +is certain, but I cant go home and tell him that +to his face can I?"</p> + +<p>"Hardly" said Helen "if I were you I should +go home, and dont say a word to Mr. Palsey, +and write at once to your parents, telling them +all you know as soon as you get a reply write +and let me know and I will endeavour to come +up and see you and we can arrange some +plans; of course get Mr. Palsey out of the +way before you ask me."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Gladys "that is easily done,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +but mind you dont tell Mr. Sheene you have +seen me today nor dont tell him you are coming +to see me either."</p> + +<p>"Oh no" replied Helen "I'll merely say I am +going to Richmond for a trip, he does not +know you live there."</p> + +<p>"Then that is settled" replied Gladys with +a sigh of relief "what time do you expect Mr. +Sheene home?"</p> + +<p>"Not till quite late" said Helen "you must +stay to lunch."</p> + +<p>"Thank you" said Gladys "I shall be delighted."</p> + +<p>So Helen rang the bell and when Alice answered +it she ordered dinner for two in a +most bussiness like way.</p> + +<p>Having made a good lunch, Gladys put on +her things and got ready to start.</p> + +<p>"You must not walk again" said Helen "I'll +call a hansom," so saying she opened the front +door and gave a soft whistle. In a minute +a hansom drove up to the door and Helen +helped her friend in.</p> + +<p>"Goodbye Gladys" she said "dont forget to +write and let me know directly you here from +Norfolk and I'll come up if I can."</p> + +<p>"No, I'll be sure to write" responded Gladys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +"thank you so much Helen for all your kindness," +and with a wave of her hand Gladys +was driven rapidly away in the direction of +Holburn Station, while Helen returned to the +sitting room, a great weight lifted from her +heart.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 23</h2> + +<h3>CYRIL'S RETURN AND THE PROMISED VISIT</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was past ten before Cyril returned home +very wet and cross into the bargin.</div> + +<p>Helen saw at a glance what she might expect, +so she carefully made up the fire and +set a nice hot supper on the table.</p> + +<p>"How tired you look dear" she said as she +helped him off with his over coat.</p> + +<p>"Well I suppose I do" replied Cyril crossly.</p> + +<p>"Did you find your friend at home?" enquired +Helen.</p> + +<p>"Yes I did" said Cyril hastily pouring out +his beer.</p> + +<p>"Well that's all right" said Helen cheerily +putting a lump of coal on the fire.</p> + +<p>"No it's not all right" replied Cyril "for +pity's sake leave that fire alone, I'm not going +to sit up all night."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> + +<p>Helen smiled "have you a tooth ache dear" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"No I've not" said Cyril "look here Helen, +have you seen a little card about the floor +today?"</p> + +<p>"Yes dear" replied Helen "a little Xmas +card, that Mrs. Gingham sent you last year."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Cyril, trying to look as though +that was what he meant "where did you put +it?"</p> + +<p>"In the desk dear" replied Helen producing +a faded little card, which in an ordinary moment +Cyril would have tossed into the fire, +but now he carefully placed it in his note +book.</p> + +<p>"By the way Helen," said Cyril "I find I +must go to Piccadilly again tomorrow as I did +not get through my bussiness today, have +breakfast at 8-30 will you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes dear" replied Helen, and after saying +goodnight to him, she put out the lamp, taking +care to drop the pawn ticket, (which had +been in her pocket all this time) on the hearth +rug, where she had found it.</p> + +<p>Helen slept very soundly indeed and she +therefore was awake early. She got dressed +quickly, and went down to the sitting room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> + +<p>Pulling up the blind she glanced quickly +round the room. The ticket still lay where +she had dropped it; Cyril had evidently not +been down.</p> + +<p>By a quarter to 9 he made his appearance.</p> + +<p>"Now Helen hurry up with the tea!" he +cried "it is getting late."</p> + +<p>"That's no fault of mine" replied Helen +quietly "time will fly you know."</p> + +<p>"Who said it would'nt?" asked Cyril snappishly, +sitting down in the grumps.</p> + +<p>"Why on earth does'nt Marshland send up +the silver tea pot?" asked Helen artfully "I +hate this old brown china concern; I'll ring +for the other; and the sugar bowl too."</p> + +<p>"No, no please dont," cried Cyril nervously +"I really cant wait."</p> + +<p>"Well if it is'nt sent up tonight I shall make +a row about it" replied Helen crossly "I cant +bear keeping the silver for special occasions."</p> + +<p>Cyril did not notice the ticket so Helen went +and picked it up, "what's this?" she asked +curiously.</p> + +<p>"What's what?" asked Cyril turning +sharply round.</p> + +<p>"This little card" said Helen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh that's mine" replied Cyril "I'll put it +in my pocket if you give it here."</p> + +<p>Helen handed it over, "it looks exactly like +a pawn ticket does'nt it?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, its not unlike one" replied Cyril.</p> + +<p>"No not at all" said Helen, "in fact when +I read it yesterday, I thought it was uncommonly +like one."</p> + +<p>Cyril turned a ghastly white and flew into +the hall to get his hat.</p> + +<p>"Ha ha my dear" thought Helen "I've found +out your little game," but never the less she +followed him innocently into the hall, "dear +Cyril" she exclaimed "I hope my thinking that +ticket like a pawn one has not upset you; of +course it is awfully foolish of me I know."</p> + +<p>"Yes I know it is" replied Cyril cooly, "I +may say more than foolish."</p> + +<p>Helen laughed "you wont be so late today I +presume," she said.</p> + +<p>"No I dont think so" said Cyril, "I may be +home by three o'clock today."</p> + +<p>"Very well" replied Helen "dont hurry on +my account, and with a giggle she opened the +door and watched Cyril safely down the street, +"yes my boy" she thought I dare say I'm +cleverer than you take me for, any how I know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +where you're off to now and I wish you luck" +and with a sigh Helen entered the office.</p> + +<p>"Netherby" she cried "a word with you if +you please."</p> + +<p>The clerk shuffled quickly to his feet and +followed Helen into the passage.</p> + +<p>"Now look here" said Helen firmly "did Mr. +Sheene ask if any ladies entered the office +yesterday."</p> + +<p>Netherby looked uneasily at the floor and +kicked up the oil cloth.</p> + +<p>"Speak up" cried Helen loudly, "and dont +tear my carpets please."</p> + +<p>"Well miss" said Netherby nervously "he +did mention something of the kind last night."</p> + +<p>"Oh he did, did he" screamed Helen "and +what did you say?"</p> + +<p>"Well miss I did'nt tell a story" said Netherby +"I said not that I knew of because you +see miss, I did'nt look to see if you let the lady +in or not after I went into the office."</p> + +<p>"Thank you Netherby" said Helen "you have +done me a great service, "and she pressed a +sovereign into the trembling hand of the clerk.</p> + +<p>Entering the sitting room she found Alice +waiting with a telegram in hand "its for you +miss" she said "and the reply is prepaid."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> + +<p>Helen tore it open; it ran thus:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"Have heard from Norfolk, come directly.</span></p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;"><span class="smcap">Gladys.</span></span><br /> +</div></div> + +<p>Seizing a pencil Helen wrote the following +answer:</p> + +<div class="center">"Will try to come tomorrow.</div> + +<p>Helen giving it to Alice she told her to take +it at once.</p> + +<p>"Poor Gladys" she thought, "I must manage +to get to Richmond tomorrow what ever happens."</p> + +<p>The morning passed and Cyril was home +to lunch in very good spirits.</p> + +<p>"Do you know Cyril" said Helen "I've often +longed to go to Richmond for a trip, it must +be such a nice place."</p> + +<p>"Have you dear?" said Cyril, "well I must +endevour to take you one day."</p> + +<p>"Could you take me tomorrow?" asked +Helen knowing he had an engagement on that +day.</p> + +<p>"No, not tomorrow" said Cyril "why?"</p> + +<p>"Well there is a special matinee I wanted to +see" said Helen "I promise you I'd be back +by 8 in the evening."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> + +<p>"All right" said Cyril "you may go if you +wish it; be back early you know "here's the +money for your seat."</p> + +<p>"Oh thank you" cried Helen "this is jolly I +shall have a rare time I expect. I shall go +there by the 9-12. You know and have a whole +day of it."</p> + +<p>"Very well" replied Cyril with a laugh, and +kissing him soundly Helen ran upstairs to +dream happily over the coming event.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 24</h2> + +<h3>HELENS HAPPY DAY</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> sun was streaming in at Helen's little +window, when she opened her eyes at 7.45 +the following morning. Jumping out of bed +with a happy feeling about her Helen lifted +the lower sash of her window and lent out as +far as possible. The October morning air blew +chill against her lightly clad figure but the +sun was high in the Heavens and with a sigh +of relief she closed her casement and began +to get dressed.</div> + +<p>"Let's see" she said opening her ward-robe +and taking a view of the costumes therein<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +"I'll put on my best dress if Marshland has +mended the skirt" and so saying Helen shook +out a pretty tweed dress trimmed with a deep +pointed collar of scarlet velvit and cuffs to +match and proceeded to button it on herself.</p> + +<p>Here she was interupted by a loud knocking +at the door and Alice thrust her head in saying +"If you please miss, Mr. Sheene says he +dont know what train you're a-going to Richmond +by because its going on for 9 and the +breakfast is almost cold."</p> + +<p>"Oh dear" cried Helen hastily pinning on +her hat, "I'll be down directly; what a time +I've been dressing" she added. Seizing her +gloves, umbrella, and little gold bracelet, she +dashed downstairs and into the sitting room +where a cold unpleasant breakfast greeted her, +but Cyril was in a very good temper and that +was just what was wanted, thought Helen as +she gulped down her cold tea.</p> + +<p>"Here" cried Cyril tossing her a sovereign +on the table, "that's a little contribution +towards your pleasure trip."</p> + +<p>"Oh thanks Cyril" cried Helen joyfully "but +do you mind dear if I dont go to the theatre; +I have thought it over and I think I'll walk +about the town, go to the terrace gardens, see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +the churches, and perhaps go on the river if it +is fine, or if not go for a drive."</p> + +<p>"Allright" replied Cyril carelessly "I think +you're much wiser myself, I always thought +it was silly to go to the theatre; if you go to +the town for a day you naturally wish to see +it thoroughly, as of course it is'nt a place +you're ever likely to go to again.</p> + +<p>"Exactly" replied Helen with a smile, "now +Cyril I'm off; when do you start for Picadilly?"</p> + +<p>"Not till 10.30" replied Cyril, "now hurry +up or you'll be late; be back by eight wont +you" and he strode to the front door with her, +where a hansom stood waiting.</p> + +<p>"Goodbye" cried Helen waving her hand to +him: "Goodbye" replied Cyril "I'm so glad +you're going to have a happy day" And as she +drove off, Cyril thought what a bright pretty +little blossom she looked with her bright eyes +and rosy cheeks, compared to many of the +ugly looking men who adorned the boxes of +the London cabs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> +<h2>PART II</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 25</h2> + +<h3>A CRISIS</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">To</span> do Cyril justice, it will be only fair to say +that he experienced no slight pang at parting +with his pretty little future wife for one day +only, for, cruel and hardened as he had become, +he had a deep and undying love for +Helen in the bottom of his heart.</div> + +<p>"What a dear she is," he muttered to himself, +as the hansom disappeared round the +corner, "and what a beast I am; I've deceived +her all these months and I am still doing so. +If it hadn't been for that villain Palsey, I'd +have told her long ago, but now I can't, it's +too late—too late," and thus making himself +miserable and uneasy, Cyril entered his office +to give the customary orders, and then prepared +to walk to Picadilly.</p> + +<p>Leaving Cyril, we must now follow Helen +to Holburn station. The train was in as she +reached the station, and she had a rush for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +it; but she succeeded in securing a fairly comfortable +seat in a third class carriage with +only three people in it besides herself.</p> + +<p>Having made some notes in her pocket book, +she proceeded to read "Pearson's Weekly," +and soon became engrossed in its contents. +By the time the train stopped at Richmond, +the carriage was empty, and Helen was loth +to leave her comfortable seat. Seizing her umbrella, +she jumped blithely on to the platform, +and glanced quickly at every passenger. No, +Gladys had certainly not come to meet her. +Giving up her ticket, she found herself on +the open platform, and ordering a cab, she +got in, telling the man to drive to number 8, +Down Terrace. She then lent back, determined +to enjoy everything that came under +her notice. "It seems a big place" she said, +as she drove through the crowded High Street +of Richmond, halting every now and then to +let a dust cart or some other vehicle pass over +them.</p> + +<p>At last the Terrace Gardens came in view +and Helen knew it would not be long before +the cab stopped.</p> + +<p>She was right; just then it stopped in front +of a row of large well built houses and having<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +paid her fare Helen ran up the steps and rang +the bell.</p> + +<p>It was answered by a stout middle aged +woman.</p> + +<p>In reply to Helen's enquiry she replied in +hearty tones "Oh yes miss, Miss Lincarrol is +in right enough, she's been expecting you all +the morning almost.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Norton had hardly uttered her statement, +when Gladys herself came flying downstairs +and in a minute she had her arms round +Helen's neck and was hugging and kissing +her to death.</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen," she cried "how kind of you +to come so soon, you dont know what a lot +I have to tell you."</p> + +<p>"I am quite sure you have dear" answered +Helen "I was delighted to be able to come +with out any bother"</p> + +<p>"Did'nt Mr. Sheene mind?" enquired Gladys +leading Helen up the richly carpeted staircase." +Oh not at all answered Helen brightly +he seemed quite pleased for me to have a holiday, +and he gave me this" she added holding +up a bright gold piece.</p> + +<p>At this juncture they arrived at Gladys's +bedroom, and drawing back a red plush curtain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +they emerged into a dainty little bedroom +furnished entirely in sea green and bamboo.</p> + +<p>"Oh! what a charming room" gasped Helen +thinking of her own plain room at home compared +to this perfect little paradise.</p> + +<p>"Yes it is rather pretty" replied Gladys indifferently. +all my rooms are on this landing +you know!</p> + +<p>"How many have you?" asked Helen in surprise. +"My sitting room is opposite this, and +there is a dear little conservatory opening out +of it in which I keep all my pet plants" replied +Gladys "I think that is quite enough +for one girl dont you?"</p> + +<p>"Quite" responded Helen "but where does +Mr. Palsey sleep if you don't mind me asking."</p> + +<p>"Oh James has his appartments on the floor +above this" said Gladys "now do take off your +hat, and come and chat in my cosy corner" +and she pointed to the richly cushioned seat +as she spoke.</p> + +<p>Helen lay back in the seat and putting her +hands behind her head she gazed wistfully +round the room.</p> + +<p>"Well Helen" laughed Gladys "are you +longing to see my other rooms?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no" replied Helen sadly, "this is quite<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +lovely enough thank you, but Gladys darling +do pray tell me what your parents said in +the letter."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Gladys, and jumping up she +opened a handsome little morocoo writing +desk and took from it a sheet of writing paper +closely written.</p> + +<p>"This is it" she said sadly "I'll read it to +you Helen, it makes me so miserable."</p> + +<p>Helen listened attentively while Gladys +read in a most plaintive voice the following +letter:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class='right'> +<span style="margin-right: 6em;">"Speerin House</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Endup Road,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Norwich.</span><br /> +Oct. 17th.<br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">My dear Gladys</span>,</p> + +<p>As may be imagined your foolish letter +caused both your father and I great displeasure. +We both consider your suspicions concerning +James Palsey totally unfounded, and +from what you say we think our niece Helen +Winston must be a very foolish girl to put such +notions into your head. Of course we pity her +very much, as no doubt it is very sad to have +one's father murdered, but to tell you the truth +we think she must be a little off her head. +(Violent exclamations from Helen). Referring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +to your letter again I see that you are determined +not to Marry James. Now Gladys +you must see for yourself how very nonsensical +this idea is. James has every means of +making you happy and what is more he is very +very rich and is by no means stingy with his +money, as proof the lodgings you are now in. +I am sure he loves you very passionately and +he is both truthful and honourable; (sarcastic +smiles from both Helen and Gladys), and what +is the use of forsaking this good man, whom +you know and ourght to love, for some horrible +scrapegrace whom you choose to consider +faithful? Think over what I have said to +you and try and change your mind as regards +James. If you resolve to marry him your +father and I are quite willing for it to take +place at once; if however you persist in this +obstinate behaviour, remember you are cut off +from our wills and we will not have you in +our house, neither will we receive any letters +from you. We are not ones to encourage +foolish suspicions, and are quite in favour of +James. You may write again and tell us what +you intend doing.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours affectionate Mother,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Ethelreda Lincarrol</span><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p> + +<p>P. S. We think the less you associate with +Helen Winston the better. Your sisters and +brothers are very upset and sincerely hope you +will marry dear James."</p></div> + +<p>"A most impertinant letter" cried Helen +with burning cheeks and flaming eyes, "I had +no idea my aunt was such a cruel, wicked person; +I suppose she is in league with <i>him</i>," +and she pointed in the direction she thought +most likely Mr. Palsey had taken.</p> + +<p>"Oh hush Helen" said Gladys "you really +have no right to speak like that!"</p> + +<p>"Yes I have" stormed Helen, "she dares to +say I'm off my head; it is far more likely she +is off hers."</p> + +<p>"Helen!" cried Gladys "I really wont allow +you to say such things about my mother, +it is most rude of you."</p> + +<p>"I dont care" replied Helen "if I am to be +privately insulted in this way I declare I +wont stand it, I have surely had enough trouble +without this—this——"</p> + +<p>Whatever Helen intended to say she got no +further, for she quite lost her self-control and +burst out crying, her hot tears falling through +her fingers and dropping on to her patent<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +leather shoes. Poor Helen! it was indeed sad +to have all the miseries of her past life recalled +by a few thoughtless words expressed +in a letter.</p> + +<p>Gladys who was sympathy itself, jumped up +and ran to Helen's side.</p> + +<p>Putting her arms round her neck she kissed +her, saying as she did so "never mind Helen +dear, dont cry, I should not have hurt your +feelings so, but cheer up and I'll tell you some +news which will show you that we have <i>some</i> +friends, who are not on Mr. Palsey's side."</p> + +<p>Helen, who quickly got over her fits of sorrow +dried her eyes and looked up.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" she asked.</p> + +<p>Gladys sat down again and opening her +mother's letter said "you know what Mother +says in the post-script, about my sisters and +brothers being very upset and longing for me +to marry James?"</p> + +<p>"Yes" answered Helen, "but how many have +you got, I understood you were a very small +family?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no, we are rather a large family" responded +Gladys, "perhaps I had better tell you +our names or you wont understand the news."</p> + +<p>"Yes please do" pleaded Helen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well I have three brothers and three sisters," +said Gladys, "Lionel is the eldest of the +family, he's about 25 or 26 I think, then there +is Wilelmina, we always call her Minna, she +is 24, then Lawrence is about 23 I fancy. I +am the next, and I suppose you know I have +just come of age. Ethel and Elsie (the twins) +are just 19, and Hugh is the youngest, he is +between 17 and 18."</p> + +<p>"You all seem to have very fanciful names" +said Helen.</p> + +<p>"Do we?" said Gladys "well Mother is just +that kind you know, her name being Ethelreda +Aurora, I suppose she thinks we ought to have +fancy names."</p> + +<p>"Yes I suppose so" replied Helen, "I certainly +think you have sweet names, Ethel and +Elsie are very nice for twins, are they pretty?"</p> + +<p>"Ethel and Elsie?" asked Gladys "oh yes +fairly so they are both fair you know."</p> + +<p>"You must be a fair family" replied Helen</p> + +<p>"You are fair yourself."</p> + +<p>"Oh no we're not" answered Gladys, "Minna +is like a gipsy almost and the boys are all +dark."</p> + +<p>"Really?" said Helen "well Gladys what +about this wonderful piece of news?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Gladys, "well when Mother +wrote that postscript, I dont believe she asked +the others about it at all, because only the +other evening, I got a letter from Lawrence, +(he is my favourite) and it seems he is quite +in favour of me <i>not</i> marrying James."</p> + +<p>"How lovely!" exclaimed Helen.</p> + +<p>"I'll try and find the letter" said Gladys +"it really is awfully nice, he says he never +liked the looks of James and he quite believes +my suspicions are right and he says he'll try +and find out who murdered Mr. Winston if he +can, and he strongly advises me to mary Lord +Beaufort, (a friend of ours who has a regard +for me). He also says that he will try and +come to see me, Minna is very much of his +oppinion too it seems, but I think that is because +<i>she</i> has her eye on James. The twins +have not much to say in the matter except +they think I am silly to miss such a chance, +Lionel says so too, but then he is very high +and mighty, you know, so of course he wants +me to marry some one rich."</p> + +<p>"Well I dont see much good in looking for +the letter now you have told me all the news" +said Helen laughingly, as Gladys having<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +turned her desk up side down, was rampaging +about the bookcase.</p> + +<p>"I suppose its not much good" replied +Gladys wearily, "well now Helen the question +I want you to settle is this; what am I to write +and tell Mother, and when am I to expect +Lawrence?</p> + +<p>"Well my dear, as regards the latter question +I am quite ignorant" said Helen "your +brother may turn up today for all I know."</p> + +<p>"How jolly if he does" replied Gladys "it +will be very awkward if James is at home, +because if ever a man knew how to make himself +disagreable James is that person."</p> + +<p>"Is he really?" exclaimed Helen "well I +hope Lawrence will come today if that is the +case, but now Gladys to business, you must +write to your mother you know, and have you +decided what you will say?"</p> + +<p>"Yes I have" said Gladys bravely "I will +write at once and say that my suspicions are +none the less keen, and on no plea whatever +will I marry James."</p> + +<p>"Gladys, you are good!" cried Helen, while +her friend's lips trembled and her eyes filled +with tears, "but never mind dear" she added +"you will be well rewarded one day, when you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +find yourself the happy wife of a good man, +he may be rich too, because it is not always +the bad that are rich."</p> + +<p>"I know" answered Gladys "and now Helen +there is just time before lunch for me to write +my letter."</p> + +<p>Arranging her writing table, Gladys sat +down and wrote the following letter:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class='right'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">8, Down Terrace,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Richmond.</span><br /> +Oct. 17th.<br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">My dearest Mother</span>,</p> + +<p>No words can express how sorry I am that +my letter should have caused you and father +so much trouble. My suspicions however have +in no way diminished. James is as bad as +ever. He has a horrible sneaking way of coming +upstairs and he dreams too and shouts out +"oh why did I do it; murder! robbery." So +tonight I shall tell him that I have found him +out and could not possibly marry him. Of +course he will have nothing to do with me and +I shall be penniless, but as <i>you</i> will have no +more to say to me, I suppose I am welcome to +fall back upon the kindness of my dearly beloved +friend Helen Winston. Now dear +Mother, as this is the last letter I shall ever<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +write you, I beg that you will give my very +best love to dear Father and all the rest, Remember +me very kindly to all my friends especially +Lord Beaufort. Begging heartily for +your forgiveness (which I suppose you will +never grant me)</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">I remain, your devoted daughter</span><br /> +<i>Gladys</i>.<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>Having finished this epistle Gladys stamped +and sealed it and handing it to Helen said: +"You will post this on your way home wont +you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Helen and she placed the envelope +in her pocket.</p> + +<p>"Now the next best thing to be done is, to +go and see if lunch is ready exclaimed Gladys +and leading the way, the two girls crossed the +passage and entered a charming little drawing +room. A fire burnt brightly in the grate +and a table was spread in the middle of the +room, on which a hot pheasant was waiting to +be carved.</p> + +<p>"Is this a drawing room or a dining room" +enquired Helen, looking at the pretty pictures, +the sofa and various drawing room articles.</p> + +<p>"Both" replied Gladys "you see after meals,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +the flaps of this table are let down, an Indian +silk cloth put upon it, and it is a sweet +little table for the centre of a drawingroom,</p> + +<p>"How dodgy" cried Helen in delight. Lunch +was soon over and the girls repaired to +Gladys's bedroom, which was brighter and +sunnier than the drawing-room. Taking their +seats by the window, they both sank into silence.</p> + +<p>Gladys was the first to break it.</p> + +<p>"Helen" she said "when James comes home +tonight, I shall tell him exactly what I think +about this matter; and if he turns me out of +the house, where can I go?"</p> + +<p>"Dont despair" said Helen "your brother +may arrive before that.</p> + +<p>"Oh" said Gladys scornfully "its not likely; +I must say Helen you are very unsympathetic, +perhaps if you were living with the prospect +of spending a night with no roof over your +head, you would be nicer to me"</p> + +<p>"I am not nasty" returned Helen; if such +a thing does happen that you dont know where +to go, why you can come to me, you know you +will be welcome; you see Gladys I've had so +much trouble myself, that I find it easy to be +calm during other peoples misery."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well it appears you do" replied Gladys, +"but anyhow you will surely help me pack my +things, for if James turns me away I shall be +quite ready to start."</p> + +<p>"Oh certainly" said Helen, and accordingly +the next hour and a half was spent in turning +out Gladys's wardrobes etc. and by the time +the trunks were locked and the room set tidy, +it was nearly tea-time.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Norton (the Landlady brought some +buttered toast and tea into the bedroom, as it +was more comfortable than the sitting room.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear it has commenced to rain" cried +Gladys, and walking to the window she drew +back the pretty muslin curtain.</p> + +<p>Helen followed and the two girls stood for +a moment looking out of the window, through +which a few rain-drops were splashing on to +the thick Turkish carpet.</p> + +<p>Helens eyes wandered listlessly across the +terrace gardens, but she did not take in the +scene before her, as she gazed intently at the +lively throng before her, her thoughts were +far away in the dingy little home-office, and +she was wondering if Cyril would permit +Gladys to dwell under his roof.</p> + +<p>All of a sudden Gladys clutched hold of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +Helen's arm, and pointed to a figure in the +street, which was coming quickly up the steps +of the house.</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen he has come!" she cried "quick, +quick we must come down stairs!"</p> + +<p>The two girls rushed to the door, but ere +they had time to take a dozen steps, they were +met at the top of the stairs by <i>Mr. Palsey</i>.</p> + +<p>Helen's cheeks and lips grew white as a +sheet, and she crept behind the welcome shade +of Gladys's back, as the gaze of the man she +hated fell upon her.</p> + +<p>"What is the meaning of this?" hissed Mr. +Palsey between his teeth.</p> + +<p>"The meaning of what?" enquired Gladys in +a trembling voice.</p> + +<p>"This—this—most un-called-for visit?" +cried Mr. Palsey pointing to where Helen +stood trembling like a leaf in every limb.</p> + +<p>"It means" cried Gladys in a loud tone, +"that I know all Mr. James Palsey, all your +false deceitful ways, all your cruel treatment +of my cousin Helen and above all the murder +of her father, and the robbery of the safe!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey grew livid with fury and fear, +and clung for support to the bannisters.</p> + +<p>"Oh you know all that do you?" he enquired<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +sardonically, "For once your imaginations +have gone too far Miss Gladys Lincarrol, +I did not murder Mr. Winston as it happens, +perhaps his daughter can throw light on +that subject."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" cried Helen fiercely.</p> + +<p>"What I say" replied Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"If you mean to infer Mr Palsey "that +Cyrill has had anything to do with the murder +you are wrong, he is far too honourable +for that."</p> + +<p>"Of course he is" said Mr. Palsey sarcastically.</p> + +<p>"Then dont talk about what you dont know +anything about" retorted Helen.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey was about to reply, when Gladys +interupted him, "well it is of no use to prolong +matters James" she said "so I'll tell you +straight what I mean; of course I shall not +dream of becoming your wife after what I +have discovered about you, and so I am going +away; my parents will not have me at +home, so I am going back with Helen Winston, +till my brother Lawrence comes to fetch me, +he will no doubt set me up comfortably and +then I shall at least be free from your clutches, +even if I am forced into marrying a poor man.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey turned an ashy grey and his +cruel green eyes gleamed viciously "What?" +he gasped "you say you're going away, going +to leave the man who has never been anything +but loving to you; I tell you, you shant +do it, you young cat——" and seizing hold of +Gladys's slender wrists he tried to force her +back into the bedroom.</p> + +<p>Helen uttered a cry and with a blind idea +of doing some good, she flung herself across +Mr. Palsey's arms. Seeing his chance Mr. +Palsey thrust Helen aside and tightning his +grip on Gladys pinioned her to the wall, violently +shaking her by the shoulders every time +she opened her lips to speak.</p> + +<p>At this critical moment, a loud ring was +heard at the door quickly followed by voices in +the hall below, the next moment steps were +heard hastily ascending the stairs. Before +anyone could speak, Mr. Palsey felt himself +violently punched in the back, and Gladys +recovering herself in a moment sank sobbing +into the arms of <i>her brother</i>.</p> + +<p>Lawrence Lincarrol was a tall, broad shouldered +young man about 6 ft 2 inches. His +hair was dark, rather curly and plentiful and +was parted at the side. He had dark blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +eyes a dark moustache and great regularity +of features, but there was no resemblance to +Gladys in his face whatever. In age, our hero +was about three and twenty.</p> + +<p>Having embraced his sister and shaken +hands with Helen Lawrence turned his attention +to Mr. Palsey who was shivering in +the back-ground.</p> + +<p>"Well!" he cried, after scanning the villian +from head to foot, "this is nice conduct I +must say; may I ask what you were doing +with my sister when I came in?"</p> + +<p>"Oh I was merely advising her to keep out +of draughts," replied Mr. Palsey glaring at +the newcomer with hatred in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"A most extraordinary way of giving your +advice" replied Lawrence, "you were shaking +her as if she was an animal."</p> + +<p>"She is obstinate" persisted Mr. Palsey.</p> + +<p>"Don't talk nonsense" cried Lawrence hotly, +"a man who can contrive murders and +robberies as well as you can, should be able +to give a reasonable answer to a simple question, +tell me at once, why you were shaking +my sister in that horrible manner."</p> + +<p>"If you think you can master me Mr. Lincarrol" +said Mr. Palsey, "you will soon find<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +your mistake, stand out of my way or we shall +come to blows."</p> + +<p>Lawrence did not move an inch, and Gladys +and Helen waited with beating hearts, to see +what would follow.</p> + +<p>Mr. Palsey's evil nature was roused in a moment +with a cow-like jump, and with the fury +of a lion, he sprang upon Lawrence, dealing +him a terrible blow between the eyes.</p> + +<p>But in his rage Mr. Palsey had forgotten +how much weaker and smaller he was than his +combatant.</p> + +<p>With wonderful coolness, Lawrence siezed +Mr. Palsey by the shoulders and after a brief +struggle, succeeded in forcing him backwards +into the drawing room where he locked the +door and slipping the key into his pocket.</p> + +<p>"I did not wish to fight on a lodging house +landing," he said turning to the girls "it +might get talked about, Mr. Palsey will have +time to grow cool locked in there for a little, +I'll let him out soon."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dont forget" said Gladys "Mrs. Norton +will think it so strange."</p> + +<p>"Well Gladys" said Helen "I really must go +now; Cyril will be expecting me, and now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +that your brother has come you will be quite +safe."</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen!" cried Gladys "you cant go yet, +Lawrence what are we to do?"</p> + +<p>"I was going to tell you" replied Lawrence. +"Lord Beaufort is living in London +now, 26 Portman Square, and as he knows I +am here too, he wants me to bring you Gladys +to stay with him. I shall be there for a few +days longer before I go home, but I dare say +you and Lord Beaufort will have arranged +matters by then.</p> + +<p>Gladys blushed hard and pretended not to +hear.</p> + +<p>"We can all go to Holburn together by the +next train" proceeded Lawrence, "and then +when we have seen Miss Winston safely into +a cab, we can drive to Portman Sq. where Lord +Beaufort will be ready to receive us."</p> + +<p>It is very kind of you" said Helen "but I +really feel very mean presuming upon you +like this."</p> + +<p>"Not at all" replied Lawrence "it is the +least we could do; and now Gladys if you are +ready, we ought to be starting."</p> + +<p>"I shant be long" cried Gladys "I've only +my things to put on, and my boxes to strap."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well then I'll just go and see about a fly" +replied Lawrence, glancing at his watch as he +spoke, "you be ready by the time I get back +will you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" answered Gladys, and darting +back into her bedroom she commenced to put +on her hat and jacket while Helen wrote labels +for the luggage.</p> + +<p>In a few moments Lawrence returned and +running upstairs knocked at the bedroom +door.</p> + +<p>"Oh come in" cried Gladys "I'm nearly +ready."</p> + +<p>"Do hurry we've not so very much time" +replied Lawrence, dragging out a large black +trunk and carrying it to the landing where +a cab man was waiting to take it down stairs.</p> + +<p>"Now, I'm ready" said Gladys, "come on +Helen."</p> + +<p>"I am coming" replied Helen and picking up +her umbrella, she followed the others downstairs.</p> + +<p>"Oh I say we must'nt forget Mr. Palsey" +cried Lawrence "I can hear him muttering in +there now, I expect he is awfully wild."</p> + +<p>"I expect he is" laughed Gladys.</p> + +<p>Lawrence produced the key from his pocket<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +and was about to slip it quietly into the lock, +when Helen interupted him: "Mr. Lincarrol" +she said "dont you think it would be +safer to give the key to Mrs. Norton, because if +Mr. Palsey hears you opening the door he +would be sure to get out and then there might +be another scene."</p> + +<p>"So there might" replied Lawrence, "well I +think that would be the best, come along +Gladys, the sooner we get off the better."</p> + +<p>"Let me out, let me out" screamed Mr. Palsey +from within the drawing room, "I'll tell +the police of it; let me out this instant."</p> + +<p>"Have patience" shouted Lawrence, but his +words were hardly audible for Mr. Palsey was +releiving his feelings by kicking violently at +the door.</p> + +<p>"The hall door was open, and Mrs. Norton +was standing by it waiting for her lodgers to +come down.</p> + +<p>"Well miss this is short notice" she began +in an injured tone.</p> + +<p>"I am very sorry" replied Gladys "but I +have to leave in a great hurry, I would have +let you know before had it been possible," and +she handed a few soverigns to the land lady.</p> + +<p>"By the by Mrs. Norton" began Lawrance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> +"here is the key of your drawing room, Mr. +Palsey is in there for reasons which I dont +see fit to mention now, but as I found him assaulting +a lady when I arrived I shall see fit +to inform the police and no doubt you will be +kind enough to take charge of the key until +my return."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes sir" replied Mrs. Norton, who had +no great devotion for that cross-grained Mr. +Palsey as she called him "you can trust me +fully."</p> + +<p>"Thank you" replied Lawrence, noting down +Mrs. Norton's name and address in his memoranda +as he spoke.</p> + +<p>A cab drew up at the door at that moment +and the landlady and parlour maid both +walked down the steps with their lodgers.</p> + +<p>"Am I to expect you back at any particular +time sir?" enquired Mrs. Norton.</p> + +<p>"I cant say for certain" answered Lawrence, +"but I will probably be back sometime +tonight."</p> + +<p>"Very well sir, I'll keep the key safe in my +pocket till then" and Mrs. Norton slipped the +key into its receptable.</p> + +<p>"The old station" cried Lawrence and jumping +into the cab he shut the door with a bang.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p> + +<p>The journey passed off very successfully, +Helen and Gladys both taking a doze in the +train and waking up quite fresh at Holburn +Station.</p> + +<p>"I must go to the Police Station at once" +said Lawrence "so I will see you both started +first; what is your address Miss Winston?"</p> + +<p>"I could easily walk" replied Helen blushing, +"but if you would rather I drove the address +is 132, Cannon Street."</p> + +<p>Lawrence hailed two hansoms "now Gladys +jump in as you have further to go" he said, +"26, Portman Square" he added to the cabman, +who touched his hat and drove off in an +instant.</p> + +<p>The second hansom was waiting and drew +close up to the curb as the other drove off. +"132, Cannon Street, shouted Lawrence, +"goodbye Miss Winston, be sure and write to +Gladys if you are in trouble, I am going there +myself late tonight as unfortunately I must +go back to Richmond to see about Mr. Palsey."</p> + +<p>"Thank you very very much" replied Helen +the tears gathering in her pretty eyes as she +spoke. But she soon wiped them away and +leaning back in the comfortable hansom she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +commenced to hum a little tune as she arranged +her ruffled hair at the little looking +glass. Little did she dream how very soon she +would have to avail herself of Lawrence's +offer.</p> + +<p>A dismal sleet had begun to fall and being +tired Helen was not sorry when the hansom +stopped at the dreary looking office. Lawrence +had already paid the man so Helen had +only to collect her parcels and get out.</p> + +<p>A light was shining in the office room and +also in Cyril's bed-room which was just +above it.</p> + +<p>"How very strange" thought Helen as she +mounted the steps. Before she had time to +lay her hand on the bell the door was violently +opened from within and there stood Netherby, +looking very pale and trembling from head to +foot.</p> + +<p>"Oh come in Miss, do come in" he cried in +an agitated voice as Helen stood staring at his +strange appearance.</p> + +<p>"Why Netherby, what <i>is</i> the matter?" cried +Helen entering the passage and closing the +door behind her.</p> + +<p>"Oh dont ask me miss, please dont let me +be the first to tell you" cried Netherby and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> +the poor man clung for support to the door +handle.</p> + +<p>"Very well, dont distress yourself" said +Helen kindly and calmly and seeing there was +no more information to be got from him, she +entered the office.</p> + +<p>It seemed to be in a state of utter confusion; +papers littered the whole room, Cyril's tea +stood untouched by his desk, and Cyril's own +private chest was wide open and Wilson the +other clerk was cooly reading the papers and +documents within. He glanced over his shoulder +as Helen entered and with an insolent +grin returned to the parchment in his hand.</p> + +<p>All Helen's pride and dignity was roused +in a moment.</p> + +<p>"Wilson!" she cried with an impatient +movement of her hands, but keeping perfectly +cool the while "oblige me by telling me the +meaning of this conduct."</p> + +<p>"The explanation is there" replied the clerk +pointing to a half sheet of paper lying on the +desk.</p> + +<p>It was a common bit of ruled paper and by +the ragged edge had evidently been hastily +torn from a note book; a pin was run through<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +the top of the paper showing it had been attached +to something.</p> + +<p>"Where did you find this" enquired Helen +before reading it.</p> + +<p>"We found it pinned to Mr. Sheene's desk +addressed to you miss," replied Netherby who +had entered the room, "it was Mrs. Marshland +who told us to open it.</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Helen, and she read as follows.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Darling. When you see this I shall probably +be miles away. This is written to bid +you goodbye as it is not likely we shall meet +again. When you read my story try and forgive +me; for in spite of all I always loved +you and ever will.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Cyril Sheene.</span><br /> +</div></div> + +<p>This strange epistle was hastily scrawled +in pencil and the signature was very shaky, +but Helen knew the writing in a minute, it +was undoubtedly Cyril's.</p> + +<p>"It is not likely we shall meet again!!"</p> + +<p>The words ran through Helen's bewildered +head and repeated themselves again and again. +Cyril, whom she had loved so dearly and belived +in so faithfully had gone away, left<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +her alone in the cruel heartless world; Cyril +whom she had never even had course or reason +to call dishonourable had written himself +to ask her to try and forgive him. What did +it mean? And the story, where was the +story?" The room seemed to swim round;" +we shall not meet again, "try and forgive me" +The story where is the story? And then all +was darkness and Helen remembered no more.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 26</h2> + +<h3>A REMOVAL TO PORTMAN SQUARE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">When</span> Helen recovered she found herself lying +in a large comfortable bed propped up with +pillows. The room was large, cheerful and +beautifully furnished. A small table covered +with a white cloth was by the bedside with +medicine bottles upon it. A bright fire burnt +in the grate. The blinds were down and warm +red curtains pulled across the large bow window.</div> + +<p>A small lamp was carefully placed where +no light or glare could reach the bed and the +very atmosphere of the room spoke of extreme +comfort.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> + +<p>A nurse, in a white cap and apron was gliding +noislessly about the room arranging things +here and there.</p> + +<p>For a moment Helen lay quite still staring +about her plerpexedly, but on making a slight +movement in the bed the nurse turned round, +"So you are awake at last miss?" she said in +a slow gentle voice, "do you know you have +slept quite quietly for three hours."</p> + +<p>"Where are am I?" asked Helen gazing from +the kind face of the nurse around the strange +room.</p> + +<p>"You are in Lord Beaufort's house in Portman +Square" replied the nurse.</p> + +<p>"Lord Beaufort?" repeated Helen, "I have +heard the name before."</p> + +<p>"Yes you have" said the nurse, "Miss Lincarrol +is here you know, and her brother, and +your old servant Mrs. Marshland, so you see +no one has deserted you."</p> + +<p>"Except Cyril" sighed Helen.</p> + +<p>"You must not think of that now" replied +the nurse soothingly, "all you have to do is +rest and keep quiet; I expect Miss Lincarrol +will be up soon, she has come twice already +only you were asleep, now take your medicine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> +and then lay quiet; you will hear all the story +soon from other lips than mine."</p> + +<p>Thus reassured Helen took her cooling +draught and lay down, patiently awaiting any +visitor who would enlighten her as to past +events. Her thoughts naturally enough wandered +back to the episode of Cyril's departure +and she was getting extremely restless, much +to the nurse's dismay, when the door softly +opened and Gladys appeared in the room.</p> + +<p>With a smile she instantly ran to the bedside +and Helen tried to raise herself to greet +her friend, but her head instantly swam round +and she fell back on the pillow, white and +gasping. The nurse gave her a dose of medicine +and she quickly came to herself again.</p> + +<p>"You must not try to exert yourself too +much" said the nurse kindly, "it will do you +no good, and will only hinder your recovery."</p> + +<p>"Very well" said Helen faintly, "but how is +it I get so queer?"</p> + +<p>"Because your head is in a weak state" replied +the nurse, "and it will probable injure +you very much to rampage."</p> + +<p>It would take too long to relate the history +of Helen's illness as Helen heard it from +Gladys's lips, with all the details and exagertions,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> +so we will go back a little bit and see +what happened after Helen swooned away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 27</h2> + +<h3>THE CONTENTS OF THE CHEST</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">As</span> soon as Netherby (the clerk) saw what had +happened he at once called for Marshland, +who was sitting in the parlour in a state of +utter collapse. On hearing that her precious +Miss Helen had fainted, the good old woman +ran at once to the office room.</div> + +<p>Helen lay perfectly white and still upon the +floor with Cyril's fatal letter clenched in her +hand. Marshland instantly knelt down and +placed her head at Helen's heart. "She is not +dead" she cried triumphantly.</p> + +<p>"What can we do?" asked Netherby in a +shaky voice.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you" said Marshland getting up +off the floor, you must take a cab and drive +as fast as you can to Portman Square number +26, Miss Lincarrol is staying there with Lord +Beaufort and I think her brother too; they are +all staunch friends of Miss Helen's I know +they will come at once, we can make no move,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +friendless as we are, without the help of Mr. +Lincarrol or some one."</p> + +<p>"Stop a bit" cried Netherby regaining his +courage all of a sudden; something tells me +the story Mr. Sheene speaks of in his letter +is somewhere in the private chest, and as it is +evidently meant for Miss Winston's private +reading, I'll trouble you Mr. Wilson to let +those papers alone and give me up the key."</p> + +<p>"What right have you to the key any more +than me?" asked Wilson sullenly.</p> + +<p>"None I suppose" replied Netherby "but I +know that you are subjecting yourself to the +penalty of the law by ransacking that private +chest, "I shall inform the police if you dont +instantly deliver the key."</p> + +<p>Netherby's altered manner rather cowed +Wilson so very sulkily he gave up the key.</p> + +<p>Then with a set determination Netherby collected +all the papers etc: which Wilson had +strewn over the desks tying them firmly together +placed them back in the chest.</p> + +<p>"Have you any more?" asked he before locking +the chest.</p> + +<p>"No" stoutly declared Mr. Wilson.</p> + +<p>"I'm not so eager to belive you" replied +Netherby.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why not?" enquired Wilson savagely.</p> + +<p>"Because you're not extra fond of the +truth" replied Netherby "and I'd rather satisfy +myself that you have no more papers +about you before I lock the chest."</p> + +<p>"You'd better dare lay a finger on me" +hissed Wilson.</p> + +<p>"I dont want to" replied Netherby "but if +you really have taken nothing, what is your +objection to letting me see the contents of +your pocket?"</p> + +<p>"Oh I'll let you see the contents drawled +Wilson and he proceeded to place a few articles +on the desk.</p> + +<p>Netherby was beginning to satisfy himself +it was alright, when he noticed Wilson shuffling +about with the inner pocket of his coat.</p> + +<p>"Hurry up" exclaimed Netherby impatiently.</p> + +<p>"Alright" cried Wilson nervously drawing +out a rather dirty handkerchief; but fate was +against him and with the handkerchief came +a roll of bank notes.</p> + +<p>Marshland gave a cry as she beheld the +sight of the unhappy Wilson slink into a +corner.</p> + +<p>Netherby collected the notes placed them in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +the desk and without a word put on his hat +and went out. In less that five minutes he returned +accompanied by two policemen, who +on a sign from Netherby advanced to Wilson +and before the astonished man could say a +word he found himself handcuffed and carefully +guarded by the two officials.</p> + +<p>Netherby and Marshland then gave an exact +account of what had taken place and Netherby +ended by saying "you see Wilson if you +had shut the chest when I told you and concealed +nothing I should have been the last to +call the police, but when it came to robbing +the chest in justice to Miss Winston I had to +do my duty."</p> + +<p>Wilson was too utterly dazed to say a word, +and in a few moments Netherby, not liking +to leave the house sent a messenger to portman +Square.</p> + +<p>In a couple of hours a cab drew up at the +door, and out got Lawrence Lincarrol, Lord +Beaufort, and a short thin man, who turned +out to be Cyril Sheene's solicitor.</p> + +<p>On hearing the story, Lord Beaufort said +that Helen was to be taken at once to his +house and that Marshland should accompany +her. Accordingly the unconscious girl was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +lifted into the brougham and accompanied +by the old servant drove off. "Your things +shall be sent on" said Lord Beaufort to Marshland +as he helped her into the cab "and a +trained nurse shall be got for Miss Winston, +meanwhile my servants quite understand what +is to be done."</p> + +<p>Then the cab drove off and Lord Beaufort +entered the office.</p> + +<p>Lawrence and Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor) +were both busy interviewing Netherby, who +now that he had done his duty and shown +much good sence had relapsed into his old +nervous state.</p> + +<p>We had here better describe Lord Beaufort +and Mr. Spriggs.</p> + +<p>Lord Beaufort was a half Spaniard, his +mother being of that nationality and his father +(who was dead) an Englishman.</p> + +<p>He took after his mother in looks. He was +moderately tall and thin and might have been +eight and thirty. He had straight black hair +and beard and moustache, to match, the former +being small and well cut, not the bushy kind. +His handsome dark eyes were quite those of +a foreigner and his teeth were beautifully<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> +white. He was particularly well dressed and +even to his boots.</p> + +<p>Very different indeed was Mr. Spriggs. A +thin wiry little man about 5 feet 2 inches, +with thin sandy coloured hair (a trifle bald), +twinkly little blue eyes, a very pink face and +carroty coloured moustache. He was attired +in a rough tweed suit with knickaboccers, a +turn down collar, very untidily put on, thick +grey stockings, clumping boots, a green tie, +and a dear stalker cap drawn well on to his +head.</p> + +<p>"Well the first thing to be done" said Mr. +Spriggs in jerky tones "is to open the chest, +and I being the solicitor will proceed to do it," +and he stalked accross the room with a very +high and mighty air and made a great commotion +with the keys.</p> + +<p>The chest being opened the contents were +carefully examined. A blue envelope was first +opened and contained the following information.</p> + +<p>"This is to say that I, Cyril Sheene leave +all my money, which is all in bank notes to +my intended Helen Winston; it is not very +much and does not exceed £150 but still I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +hope it will do as I can't afford any more. +Dated August 11th."</p> + +<p>This was all written in violet coloured ink +by Cyril himself; but at the bottom of the +paper a few lines were hastily scrawled in +pencil.</p> + +<p>"I hereby add that all my share of the money +I stole from Mr. John Winston is in the black +leather bag at the back of the chest. Helen +will recognise the bag. Not a farthing has +been spent and it is all to go to Helen. Dated +October 14.</p> + +<p>"That was written on the day of Mr. +Sheene's departure announced Mr. Spriggs as +he replaced the paper in its envelope, and this +is the bag I suppose," he added dragging at +a black leather bundle in a remote corner of +the chest.</p> + +<p>The bag it certainly was and on being +opened £100 in ready gold tumbled on to the +desk, and with it a slip of paper on which the +reader will remember John Winston had written, +"all this gold is bequeathed to my daughter +Helen on the day when I shall be called +upon to die," and was sealed with the writer's +prifate seal.</p> + +<p>Nothing else of great importance appeared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> +except a bundle of white manuscript carefully +tied up and sealed, addressed to Helen +and marked "private."</p> + +<p>"I know what that is!" cried Netherby excitedly +"it is the story Mr. Sheene wrote about, +look here sir" and he picked up Cyril's letter +which had dropped from Helen's hand when +she was lifted into the cab.</p> + +<p>Mr. Spriggs carefully read the letter and +placed it in the chest, "ah yes" he said addressing +Lord Beaufort and Lawrence, "that +story is evidently for Miss Winston's private +eye, so it must be locked up till she is able +to read it."</p> + +<p>"Which wont be for a good while judging +from her present condition," said Lawrence, +"but now to business, what about this office, +it is a difficult matter to carry it on without +Mr. Sheene."</p> + +<p>"As far as I can see, it must be kept on till +Miss Winston's recovery" replied Mr. Spriggs +"if no more news is heard of Mr. Sheene till +then well Miss Winston can come and procure +her money and various other papers which +will of course be hers and then this place can +be sold."</p> + +<p>"Yes" said Lord Beaufort and I suppose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +Mr. Netherby will be the head man till then.</p> + +<p>"Well yes" replied Mr. Spriggs "he must +certainly be here to look after the place, and +of course I shall look in occasionally to see +all goes well; another young man can be got +to be under Mr. Netherby as Mr. Wilson has +gone to prison for attempted robbery; do you +agree to that Mr. Netherby?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes sir" eagerly replied the clerk, who +would not have disagreed for the world.</p> + +<p>"And if it comes to the place being sold" +added Lord Beaufort "you can come to me +Mr. Netherby, I may have arranged something +by then"</p> + +<p>"Thank you very much sir" replied Netherby +and after a few more matters had been +arranged the three men left the office leaving +Netherby in charge.</p> + +<p>By the time Lord Beaufort and Lawrence +got back home, a doctor had seen Helen. He +said that when she recovered her senses, perfect +rest and quiet would be all she needed, +her brain being in a dazed condition. She +would not be able to leave her bed for some +time probably though nothing serious was the +matter.</p> + +<p>Helen remained unconscious all night and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +next day she was very delirious but towards +4 o'clock she dropped asleep and woke up +about seven o'clock, her right senses returned +to her, but still in a weak condition.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 28</h2> + +<h3>THE PROPOSAL</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was not untill the evening after Helen's recovery +that Lawrence and Lord Beaufort had +an oppertunity of conversing together.</div> + +<p>Mulberry Beaufort was seated in his luxurious +study partaking of some Burgundy wine +and reading a detective story, when the door +opened and Lawrence, entered, tired after a +long day in the city.</p> + +<p>"Well Mulberry" he said throwing himself +down in an arm chair and lighting a cigar, +"no news of Sheene in the Star I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"Not a word" replied Mulberry, "it is a most +misterious affair altogether."</p> + +<p>"Yes the odd part of it is that Palsey has +made off too" answered Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"You dont mean that!" cried Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"Yes I do" said Lawrence, "it appears the +villain got off while I was away; you know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +I locked him in the drawing room and as the +landlady had the key he would not have +made his exit in that way.</p> + +<p>"No" replied Mulberry "he certainly could +not but you forget the window."</p> + +<p>"No I dont" responded Lawrence, "that is +just where he did get out, for when I opened +the door of the drawing room, the window was +wide open at the bottom, and a bit of rope +was fastenned to a hook on the window ledge +and hanging out of the window, so the wreatch +made his escape that way; it is a wonder he +was not detected for the police are every where +on the look out for him and I am sure if ever +a man deserved the gallows he does."</p> + +<p>"Yes indeed" replied Mulberry lazily puffing +at his cigar "but in my opinion the disappearance +of Sheene is the most extraordinary +it was so very sudden and unexpected, but it +was not at all an unlikely thing for Palsey to +do, he was so angry at being locked in."</p> + +<p>"My idea is" answered Lawrence "that they +both had their own reasons for wishing to +leave so abruptly. I shouldnt be at all supprised +if the villian Palsey knowing the police +were on his track, dropped some hint as to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +Sheene's share in the murder and so got the +blame partly shifted from himself."</p> + +<p>"Then you think Sheene did share in the +murder do you?" asked Mulberry, his black +eyes flashing.</p> + +<p>"I do" replied Lawrence, "I bet you a shilling +that story of Sheene's will reveal everything. +It strikes me Sheene made off on account +of the police too——"</p> + +<p>"Well I only hope Miss Winston will soon +be well enough to read the story" replied Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"I hope so too responded Lawrence heartily.</p> + +<p>"I suppose Netherby still stays at the office?" +enquired Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" answered Lawrence, "but it will +be a good thing for him as soon as he can leave, +he gets very little pay and he is really a very +good fellow indeed."</p> + +<p>"Yes he is" rejoined Mulberry "I will try +and get something for him as soon as possible."</p> + +<p>Just then the door opened and in came +Gladys looking very pretty in her evening +dress of rose coloured silk.</p> + +<p>She blushed on seeing the two men, but +came forward gracefully enough.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I came to see if you were coming into the +drawing room" she said "dinner will soon be +ready and I have just been to see Helen."</p> + +<p>"Oh how is she?" asked Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Better I think" replied Gladys "I am going +up again after dinner."</p> + +<p>"Well I will come to the drawing room" +said Mulberry putting aside his tumbler.</p> + +<p>"Will you come too Lawrence?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet thanks" replied Lawrence "I have +a letter to write, I will join you at dinner"</p> + +<p>"We expect a few guests tonight" said +Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"Oh" said Lawrence "I'll change presently."</p> + +<p>Mulberry opened the door and he and +Gladys betook themselves from the study.</p> + +<p>Alone in the beautiful drawing room with +the light from the tall standing lamp falling +on her fair features, Mulberry Beaufort became +entranced with Gladys's beauty.</p> + +<p>He stood gazing into her lovely blue eyes +with his own black ones, till he could contain +himself no longer.</p> + +<p>"Gladys darling" he exclaimed passionately +seizing her small white hand "I love you."</p> + +<p>Gladys blushed and tried to hide her face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +but Mulberry caught her other hand and kept +his eyes full on her.</p> + +<p>"Answer me Gladys" cried the lover "I love +you so much and if you will only be my wife +my happiness will be complete."</p> + +<p>"Oh Lord Beaufort" cried Gladys "this is so +unexpected."</p> + +<p>"Call me Mulberry!" he almost whispered.</p> + +<p>"Well Mulberry" murmured Gladys "I +really dont know what to say."</p> + +<p>"Think darling" cried Mulberry, "surely +you dont wish to crush all hope and happiness +out of my life, my heart beats only for you +Gladys, you dont wish to stop it do you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no" earnestly replied Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Then may I take that as your acceptation +of me?" enquired Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"I think you may" replied Gladys softly.</p> + +<p>Mulberry was too overpowered with joy to +say a word, he merely clasped her in his arms +and drew her head on to his shoulder, where +it lay in a state of bliss for the space of three +minutes.</p> + +<p>At length she slowly raised it and Mulberry +taking one of her hands pressed it tight saying, +"then darling, we may consider ourselves +engaged?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes Mulberry!" murmered Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Then dear accept this as a token" said +Mulberry and as he spoke he slipped a handsome +diamond and saphire ring on her finger.</p> + +<p>She had scarcely recovered her astonishment +and pleasure when the butler entered +announcing Mr. and Mrs. Vermont.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 29</h2> + +<h3>THE DINNER PARTY</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> Hon: Mr. and Mrs. Vermont were only +the first of great numbers who flocked to Lord +Beaufort's house that evening. By the time +the dinner gong sounded the large drawing +room was filled with ladies and gentlemen +many of whom had brought instruments to +play, as Mulberry intended it to be a musical +evening.</div> + +<p>Mulberry eyed Gladys lovingly as he gave +his arm to Mrs. Murry and escorted her to +the dining room.</p> + +<p>The dinner table was a sight to behold!</p> + +<p>Pink was the colour chosen for the evening.</p> + +<p>The daintily arranged menus were set in +white porcelain frames on which pink roses<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +were beautifully painted. In the centre of +the table stood a valuable vase in which large +pink roses were arranged. The numerous wax +candles were covered with pink shades, and +among the ferns and plants which adorned +the room hung little pink electric lights; and +everything that could be was ornemented with +pink satin ribbon and bunches of roses.</p> + +<p>It may here be said that owing to Helen's +illness Lord Beaufort had not had late dinner +so the sight was quite new to Gladys.</p> + +<p>Three footmen with powdered hair and +chocolate and drab livery were in attendance.</p> + +<p>"Oh Mulberry what is this?" asked Gladys, +pointing to one of the menus.</p> + +<p>"Oh that is the menu of my table d'hote" +replied Mulberry carelessly, "this is of nightly +recurrence."</p> + +<p>"How delightful!" cried Gladys and sitting +down she carefully studied her menu:</p> + +<div class='center'> +MENU DU DINER.<br /> +<br /> +Wednesday, October 20th<br /> +———————<br /> +Hors d'œvres.<br /> +Consommé Parsanne.<br /> +Crême d'asperges.<br /> +Sole normande.<br /> +Selle de mouton à l'anglaise.<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span>Jambon de York à la Zingara.<br /> +Pommes maitre d'hôtel.<br /> +Poularde à la broche.<br /> +Salade de saison.<br /> +Glace marigan.<br /> +or<br /> +Gateaux Mignons.<br /> +Fromage.<br /> +Dessert.<br /> +<br /> +THE SECOND ENTRÉE MAY BE EXCHANGED FOR MACARONI.<br /> +</div> + +<p>As can be imagined the dinner took a good +time, but when at length it drew to a close +the company proceeded to the drawing room +where they settled down for some good music. +Mr. Vermont was the first to contribute to +the entertainment. He played "Intermezzo" +as a solo violin, and the beautiful melody only +added to both Mulberry's and Gladys's happiness. +Many others also played and sang, +and at last by dint of great persuasion Gladys +consented to sing. She had a magnificent +clear soprano voice and as he listened Mulberry +Beaufort fairly trembled for joy.</p> + +<p>In the midst of the proceedings the dowegar +Lady Beaufort entered (Mulberry's mother). +She looked a great deal older than she was +but she was still very handsome.</p> + +<p>Her hair was silvery white, but her eyes +and complexion were very dark, and she very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +much resembled her son. She was attired entirely +in black silk and white lace.</p> + +<p>The reader may think it strange that Lady +Beaufort did not make her appearance at the +table d'hote but to tell the truth she considered +herself rather too old for such things, her age +being 75. She generally partook of a plate of +fricassed ham and a glass of sherry, by her +own fireside, but the last two nights she had +partaken of her meal with Helen.</p> + +<p>During her repast she usually read Household +Hints and then on coming into the drawing +room she had plenty to talk about. She +had given her son a great deal of hints as +to how he should propose and now hearing +that he was accepted she made her way to +where Gladys was sitting and proceeded +to give her some advice as to her future housekeeping. +It rather bored Gladys but being so +far very high in Lady Beauforts estimation, +she tried her best to look interested.</p> + +<p>At about 10-30, Lady Beaufort got up and +played God save the queen on the piano and +several of guests joined in the chorus on their +violins and harps, soon after which, the people +began to depart.</p> + +<p>"Shall you have guests tomorrow night Mulberry?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> +enquired Gladys as soon as the last +visitor had strayed from the drawing room.</p> + +<p>"No dear I dont think so, they tire me if I +have them every night" replied Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"But you'll have the dinner I suppose?" +eagerly asked Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Of course" replied Mulberry with a shrug +of the shoulders "as I told you Gladys it is +a nightly performance here."</p> + +<p>"How nice!" gasped Gladys "well now Mulberry +dear I will go and see how Helen is; +shall I say good night now?"</p> + +<p>"If it pleases you dear" answered Mulberry.</p> + +<p>Gladys kissed him fondly and then turned to +Lady Beaufort who accompanied her upstairs.</p> + +<p>Lawrence and Mulberry then retired to the +study for another glass of burgandy before +going to bed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 30</h2> + +<h3>THE DAWN OF LOVE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Some</span> few weeks had elapsed since the aforesaid +dinner party took place and day by day +Helen grew stronger, till at length Dr. Durham +pronounced her to be well enought to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> +up; in fact he went so far as to say that a drive +in the fresh air would do her good. As may +be imagined it was a happy day for everybody, +when Helen attired in her new winter clothes +made her appearance in the large hall, ready +for her first drive in the open air since her +illness commenced.</div> + +<p>Gladys was also there and the nurse whom +Mulberry had thought it advisable to keep a +little longer.</p> + +<p>It was a nice bright day such as is seldom +seen in the month of November. The victoria +stood at the door and the two beautifully +groomed bay horses were pauing the ground, +eager to be off. Mulberry and Lawrence saw +them safely off and then as they turned into +the study Mulberry said "I think if Miss Winston +is well enough, it would be a good thing +to drive to Cannon Street this afternoon and +see about reading that story of Sheenes."</p> + +<p>"I think so too" replied Lawrence.</p> + +<p>Neither of the men seemed at all inclined to +settle down and after wandering about a good +deal, Mulberry threw himself down in a chair +and gave a yawn. There was silence for a little +while and at last Lawrence unexpectedly +broke it by saying "I say Mulberry how long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +is it since you and Gladys Lincarrol have been +engaged?"</p> + +<p>Mulberry turned a dull red and began to +light his pipe. "Why do you want to know?" +he stammered at last.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you presently" replied Lawrence +with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Well I think it is about three or four +weeks" answered Mulberry shuffling about +from one leg to the other.</p> + +<p>"Is that all?" enquired Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Yes" replied Mulberry, "now tell me why +you wanted to know.</p> + +<p>It was now Laurence's turn to grow embarresed, +"well the truth is" he said at length "I +am thinking of proposing to Helen Winston, +and as I have had no experience I would like +a few hints as to how I should go."</p> + +<p>Mulberry laughed "well you should go to +my mother for hints" he replied "she helped +me very much during my little romance."</p> + +<p>"Well I am afraid it would hardly do for +me to go up and ask Lady Beaufort to give +me some hints, as I am about to propose" replied +Lawrence "she would be very much +taken aback I should think."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Not she" answered Mulberry with a shrug +of his shoulders" she would take it quite as +a matter of course; but still if you dont care to +ask her, why not scribble her a note describing +your position and I'll send one of the maids +up with it; why she would write you pages of +advice."</p> + +<p>"I dont want as much as all that" cried +Lawrence "I want just a few gentle hints as to +how to be loving and look as if I was in +ernest."</p> + +<p>"Well why not write to my mother?" again +repeated Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"It would look so silly" said Lawrence "and +yet I'm hard up for advice and <i>you</i> dont seem +inclined to give me any"</p> + +<p>"No, because you'd get it much better and +more original from my mother" replied Mulberry.</p> + +<p>"Well then I'll risk writing" said Laurence +getting up as he spoke "but mind if Lady +Beaufort is annoyed you must take the consequences +because I should never have dreamt +of doing this without you."</p> + +<p>"Oh I'll answer for the consequences" said +Mulberry with an amused smile as his friend<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> +sat down and taking a sheet of crested note +paper proceeded to pen the following lines:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Lady Beaufort</span></p> + +<p>I hope you will excuse the liberty I take +in writing you these few words—but speaking +honestly I am in the very same difficulty as +your son was a little time ago and out of +which you so cleaverly helped him. Would it +be asking too much of you to do the same for +me. I am about to propose to Helen Winston +and dont quite know how to express myself. +I want it to be quite a short proposal and one +quickly got through. Do you advise me to do +it out of doors or in. I am afraid I should +get so nervous in a drawing room, but of +course it is just as you think best. Might I +have an answer to this as soon as possible +please.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 7em;">Believe me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours faithfully</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Lawrence E. G. Lincarrol.</span><br /> +</div></div> + +<p>"Here now if Lady Beaufort turns that to +ridicule its not my fault cried Lawrence hastily +screwing his epistle into a cocked hat.</p> + +<p>"No of course not" replied Mulberry encouragingly +ringing the bell as he spoke, "now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +when the butler comes I'll tell him to send it +up at once and mark my words Lawrence +you'll have a reply within three minutes from +now."</p> + +<p>"I feel an awful ass" responded Lawrence +throwing the note on the table "but now I'm +going out for a bit perhaps as you say I shall +find an answer waiting for me when I come +back."</p> + +<p>"No doubt of it" said Mulberry and with +that Lawrence disappeared into the hall.</p> + +<p>The day was beautifully fine as I said before +so Lawrence walked further than he had +at first meant to and coming back he met +Helen, Gladys and Mrs. Chizzle the nurse and +at Helen's request he got into the carriage and +made one of the party home.</p> + +<p>Helen looked quite her old self again. The +same bright red colour was on her cheeks and +the old light in her eyes.</p> + +<p>"I think the drive has done you good Miss +Winston" remarked Lawrence noting the +change in her face.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I feel so much better" answered Helen +"we drove all round Hyde Park and the air +is really lovely for London."</p> + +<p>"It is" replied Lawrence and then turning<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +to the nurse he added "I should think you are +pleased with the progress your patient is making."</p> + +<p>"Yes" assented Mrs. Chizzle "I am."</p> + +<p>"Do you think Miss Winston, you are well +enough to drive to Cannon Street this afternoon +and read Mr. Sheene's "story"? enquired +Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Perfectly" replied Helen with a smile.</p> + +<p>Lawrence was astounded, "you must be prepared +for bad news" he said.</p> + +<p>"I am already prepared" said Helen.</p> + +<p>"For the very worst?" queried Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"For anything" returned Helen</p> + +<p>"That's alright then" replied Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Mulberry and I are going to tea with the +Vermonts this afternoon, but we need not start +till 4 o'clock" said Gladys.</p> + +<p>"It would'nt matter if you were a little +late" answered Lawrence.</p> + +<p>Just then the victoria stopped and after +having helped the ladies to alight, Lawrence +went quickly to the study where as Lord +Beaufort had predicted an envelope lay waiting +to be opened addressed to Lawrence in the +dowegor lady Beaufort's hand writing.</p> + +<p>Lawrence blushed as he took up the bulky<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> +package and retired with it to the privacy of +his own bedroom, where we will leave him to +read it in silence.</p> + +<p>A copy of the letter is given below:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class='right'> +Nov. 4th 18—<br /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Lincarrol</span></p> + +<p>It is with great pleasure that I comply +with your wishes. It is not the first time +I have been appealed to under such circumstances. +There is an art in proposing as well +as in every thing. If you are liable to nervousness, +do not propose indoors. There is a very +nice little nook in the back garden by the +crocus bed, where my own romance took place. +It is quite unfrequented from 11 to 1 and from +3 to 6.</p> + +<p>Be careful not to be too sudden or you will +make the girl shy, but do it by degrees. Keep +as close to her as you can after she has accepted +(which if you manage it with tact she +is sure to do) draw her to you and murmer +soft words.</p> + +<p>If you wish for more details do not hesitate +to write to me. Wishing you every success.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 6em;">I remain</span><br /> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours etc.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Cristina Beaufort.</span><br /> +</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lawrence folded the above and carefully put +it in his blotting pad, and then with a sigh +of relief he brushed his hair and went down +to lunch.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 31</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen</span> was pronounced quite well enough to +drive to the office that afternoon; so accordingly +the victoria was again brought to the +front door and Helen, Lawrence and Mulberry +all got in. It was not considered necessary +for Gladys to go too.</div> + +<p>On arriving at Cannon Street Netherby +opened the door of the office, for he expected +them all the morning. Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor) +was there too.</p> + +<p>Helen was soon seated at the desk and the +roll of paper, containing Cyril's story was untied +amidst a breathless silence.</p> + +<p>It was very touchingly written and stated +how Cyril, led away by Mr. Palsey, had contrived +to find out where Mr. Winston kept his +money; and how, still under Mr. Palsey's influence +had gone up to Warwick to plan the +murder of poor John Winston. He fully acknowledged +his guilt, but declared over and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +over again that he never would have done it +without Mr. Palsey's aid. It ended by a heartfelt +intreaty for forgiveness.</p> + +<p>Helen's voice faltered a little in places, but +she never really broke down till the last word +had fallen from her lips, then she sobbed +softly, while Mr. Spriggs bustled about and +put away the papers.</p> + +<p>Lawrence took Helen's hand and tried to +comfort her but it seemed useless.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Lord Beaufort sought out Netherby +and engaged him as footman. The poor +man was highly delighted for he was getting +no pay at present and as every one knew Mulbery +Beaufort was not at all scanty in the +way of wages.</p> + +<p>Helen seemed very dull and depressed all +the way home but she shed no more tears.</p> + +<p>Soon after 5 o'clock Lawrence began to +grow very restless so lighting a cigarette he +strolled into the garden to enjoy the last +glimpse of day-light. Some how his steps +led him to the crocus bed and here he continued +to walk up and down his thoughts occupied +with Helen Winston.</p> + +<p>As Lady Beaufort had said the crocus bed +was a delightfully quiet spot. Not a soul<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +was to be seen any where, and a general air +of peace pervaded the whole atmosphere. +Lawrence continued to walk up and down lost +in his rapturous reveries, while the evening +grew darker and darker. By and by the stars +began to come out and at length the moon +rose full in the heavens, and then Lawrence +looked up and there in front of him stood +Helen, clad in her evening dress of pale yellow +and a white shawl thrown round her +shoulders.</p> + +<p>She seemed as supprised as Lawrence for +she stopped suddenly on seeing him.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon Mr. Lincarrol" she began +"I hope I am not disturbing you, but Lady +Beaufort told me to come here before dinner +and see if Jefferson (the gardiner) had raked +the beds properly."</p> + +<p>Lawrence grew very red and glanced quickly +and mechanically up to the window of Lady +Beaufort's budoir. There sure enough the old +lady was looking out, but on seeing the two +together she quickly retired into the regions +of her own bedroom.</p> + +<p>"This is Lady Beaufort's doing thought +Lawrence as the letter he had received came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +back to his mind. "Oh no you dont disturb +me at all" he added aloud.</p> + +<p>Helen smiled and began plucking at the +faded leaves of the trees.</p> + +<p>"What a lovely night it is" said Lawrence +at last as the silence grew embarresing.</p> + +<p>"Yes" replied Helen vaguely and Lawrence +glancing at her saw by the moonlight that her +eyes had a far away dreamy look in them.</p> + +<p>"How delightfully sheltered this part of +the garden is" continued Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Yes very answered Helen, drawing her +silk shawl over her shoulders as a slight +breeze blew across the garden.</p> + +<p>"Had you a good garden where you lived +before?" enquired Lawrence, unconsiously +leading up to his proposal.</p> + +<p>"At Cannon Street there was only a yard +replied Helen, a painful blush mounting to +her face, "but at Kenelham we had a sweet +little garden, my poor dear father took the +greatest interest in his flowers and so did I" +she added with a slight catch in her harmonious +voice.</p> + +<p>"Dont you now?" asked Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Helen, "but you see, it is all +so different now; in those days my father and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +I were constant companions and our opinions +were one. But now there is nobody—nobody" +and tears began to well up in her eyes and +fall over her long black lashes.</p> + +<p>"Surely somebody cares for you Miss Winston, +surely there is someone to sympathise +with you" interupted Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Oh Mr. Lincarrol you dont understand" +cried Helen with a sob.</p> + +<p>"I think I do" replied Lawrence gently, coming +a little closer and taking her trembling +hand. I think I understand your feelings, +it must be very sad to be so—so lonely."</p> + +<p>"Wait till your turn comes Mr. Lincarrol +and you will know then" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Would it be different, to have some one to +care for you, to love you as your father did?" +asked Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Oh it would, it would" cried Helen rapturesly +clasping her hands together.</p> + +<p>"suppose some one loved you now as much +if not more than your father, what would you +say?" asked Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"I could not belive it" replied Helen +promptly unless "unless" she added, "I knew +the person very well and was quite posative +of the love, and had good proofs of it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Have you not proofs enough?" asked Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Of what?" asked Helen.</p> + +<p>"Of my love for you" replied Lawrence.</p> + +<p>"Your love!?" gasped Helen.</p> + +<p>"Yes" repeated Lawrence passionately, "oh +Helen I can no longer restrain my feelings, I +love you as I never before loved anyone, can +I hope, can I dare to hope that you return +my love?"</p> + +<p>Helen did not answer. She was thinking +of another proposal some months past, so very +unlike this one, far away on the Kenelham +hill tops, and she remembered how she had +acted then. Once more, she felt the soft sea +breeze fan her face, she saw the hills and the +distant sea and she saw oh how plainly Cyrils +form by her side, she heard his words and her +own replies, she saw his blue eyes looking +so intently at her; and then awaking to the +present she saw another pair of blue eyes looking +at her, speaking so much more fervently +than the others and she felt the clasp of a +strong hand on her own and then raising her +head she looked at Lawrence and softly whispered +"yes."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh Helen" cried Lawrence "you make me +so happy, so very happy!</p> + +<p>Tears of joy dimmed Helen's eyes and Lawrence +taking her hand drew her head on to his +breast and told her gently of his great love for +her and how happy they both would be. And +Helen listenned feeling the happiness had already +begun.</p> + +<p>A gentle breeze began to stir the trees and +fan the brows of the lovers as they slowly +walked along the paths of love, and the moon +looking down from her home in the heavens, +smiled on the pair and wished them joy.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 32</h2> + +<h3>PREPARATIONS</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">As</span> the time drew on Lord Beaufort began to +make preparations for his marriage with +Gladys.</div> + +<p>He had at first thought it would be nice if +Lawrence and Helen could be married on the +same day, but that was found to be quite impossible +as Lawrence wished to visit his home +first, he had also plenty of other things to +attend to before he could be married.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p> + +<p>One evening about 10 o'clock, Gladys was +seated in her bedroom enjoying a few minutes +quiet before going to bed.</p> + +<p>Her maid had already done her hair and +she had changed her evening dress for a warm +and comfortable dressing gown. Her room +presented rather an untidy appearance as the +dress maker had been there that day to bring +her wedding dress which now lies in a snowy +pile at the foot of the bed.</p> + +<p>As Gladys sat still by the fire a knock +sounded at the door. Before she could reply +the door opened and Helen came in.</p> + +<p>"Well Gladys, you seem to be enjoying yourself +here all alone" she cried drawing her +chair to the fire beside her friend.</p> + +<p>"I was only thinking" replied Gladys with a +laugh.</p> + +<p>"Of tomorrow I suppose" put in Helen.</p> + +<p>"Well to tell the truth I was" answered +Gladys with a faint sigh.</p> + +<p>"Well you shouldnt sigh" said Helen "only +think Gladys, this time tomorrow you will be +Lady Beaufort."</p> + +<p>"I know that" said Gladys rather crossly.</p> + +<p>"How sad you seem" said Helen in supprise.</p> + +<p>"Do I?" enquired Gladys "well perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +you'll feel the same the night before your +marriage."</p> + +<p>"I hope not" answered Helen promptly "oh +Gladys" she added quickly "you never told +me where you are going for your honeymoon."</p> + +<p>"How silly of me" replied Gladys cheering +up "well we are going on the continent, Mulberry +wishes to visit some relations of his in +Venice and then I shall get him to spend a +week or go in Naples, Rome, Paris and other +places"</p> + +<p>"How lovely!" cried Helen "I do envy you."</p> + +<p>"Well wont you do the same at your honeymoon?" +asked Gladys.</p> + +<p>"No" said Helen "Lawrence and I are going +to spend a quiet fortnight at Ryde in the +Isle of Wight."</p> + +<p>"Oh I see" said Gladys.</p> + +<p>"What time does the important ceremony +take place tomorrow" demanded Helen.</p> + +<p>"At 11 o'clock precisely" rejoined Gladys, +who possessed the virtue of punctuality, "at +St. Pauls."</p> + +<p>"I see" said Helen "and when do you start +on your honeymoon?"</p> + +<p>"We cross the channel tomorrow night" replied +Gladys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And Lawrence and I are going to Norfolk" +replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"Are you really?" asked Gladys.</p> + +<p>"Yes Lawrence lives there you know" said +Helen "so he thought it would be nice for me +to go and see his people; why what am I telling +you this for when Lawrence is your own +brother?"</p> + +<p>"I dont know I'm sure" laughed Gladys, "by +the by Helen did Lawrence tell you that +mother and father have quite softened, and +are quite willing I should marry Mulberry, +but they cant bring themselves to come up +tomorrow to the marriage; Lionel and Minna +are coming though, so I expect they will go +back to Norfolk with you and Lawrence."</p> + +<p>"I knew all that" replied Helen "I am really +quite excited about it."</p> + +<p>"Oh Helen you must see my wedding +dress" cried Gladys, and getting up the two +girls walked to the bed whereon lay a flimsy +mass of tule and satin crowned with orange +blossom and glittering with diamonds."</p> + +<p>"It is really a beautiful dress" said Helen +at last "how sweet you will look Gladys."</p> + +<p>"Dont be sarcastic" said Gladys with a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> +smile little dreaming how pretty she looked +even then in her simple dressing gown.</p> + +<p>"Oh I say there is 12 o'clock striking" cried +Helen starting up "I've been here a whole two +hours, it is really disgracful, well goodnight +Gladys dear" she added as she flew quickly +out of the room as the last stroke of midnight +died softly away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 33</h2> + +<h3>THE MARRIAGE</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">At</span> 11 o'clock precisely, as Gladys had said +the marriage ceremony began.</div> + +<p>Gladys as I have already said was attired +in a white satin trained dress made to fit her +slender figure to perfection and covered with +thin tule. She wore orange blossom in her +hair and on her dress and a magnificent diamond +crescent caught up her veil.</p> + +<p>Helen and Mina Lincarrol were the bridesmaids +they also wore white. Their dresses +were exactly alike, but to colour them a little, +they were delicately shaded with primrose yellow; +long satin streamers hung from the bouquets<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +they carried and both being dark girls +the colour suited them admirably.</p> + +<p>The page, a little Spanish cousin of Mulberry's +was attired in white and yellow satin +also and very pretty he looked, being just five +years old and very dark with an olive complexion.</p> + +<p>Lionel Lincarrol a tall handsome man of five +or six and twenty gave his sister away as his +father could not come up for the ceremony.</p> + +<p>The mighty cathedral was filled to overflowing; +the most part of the people were invited +guests as Lord Beaufort was very popular in +society; but a great many ordinary people had +just dropped in to try and catch a glimpse +of the bride and bridegroom as they marched +up the church.</p> + +<p>At last the service drew to a close, and the +guests got into their carriages to drive back +to Portman Square where the wedding breakfast +was to take place.</p> + +<p>One of the enormous reception rooms had +been beautifully decorated with sprays of real +orange blossom from Lord Beaufort's hot +house and many other bridal decorations. A +magnificent breakfast was then partaken of, +every article being of the highest quality for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +Mulberry Beaufort prided himself on never +half doing things.</p> + +<p>The guests then repaired to another room +to inspect Gladys's wedding presents, which +were numerous and costly.</p> + +<p>And so the day wore on and 5 o'clock found +Gladys, Mulberry, Helen, Mina, Lionel and +Lawrence all at the railway station waiting +for the boat train to take Gladys and Mulberry +to Newhaven for whence they were to +cross the channel.</p> + +<p>Gladys's travelling dress was extremely +pretty being made of pale blue grey which +suited her very well.</p> + +<p>At last the train came slowly into the station +and the happy pair got in.</p> + +<p>The goodbyes were brief and cheerful, good +luck being wished on every side.</p> + +<p>Mulberry expected to be in London again by +the end of Febuary and by that time Helen +and Lawrence would probably be one.</p> + +<p>At last the whistle sounded and those left +on the platform watched the train till it +rushed into the tunnel, and then they turned +and went on to the opposite platform to take +the train for Norfolk.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was a long journey and they were all +tired when they got there.</p> + +<p>The brougham had been sent to meet them +and though the others all knew the road to +their house so perfectly, Helen looked out of +the window with a new interest for it was all +strange to her.</p> + +<p>After a drive of 1/4 of an hour or more the +carriage drew up in front of a fine old house +standing rather back from the road and with +a beautiful carriage sweep in front. In the +moonlight it presented a very pretty picture.</p> + +<p>Before the coachman had time to ring Lawrence +had jumped out and opened the front +door.</p> + +<p>They then crossed the hall and entered the +drawing room a beautifully furnished room.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lincarrol was reading by the fire when +they all entered. She was a very tall thin +woman with reddy coloured hair done very +high on her head and small winky blue eyes. +Her features were fairly good, but she was +powdered profusely and indeed her hair looked +as though it had seen a good many bottles +of hair dye. She was attired in an evening +dress of purple velvit trimmed with black +satin and jet. Helen glanced at her as she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +rose from her chair and wondered how she +came to have such a good looking family. But +she quickly became aware that the room contained +two other occupants. Two girls were +seated at the piano trying some duets. They +were both tall and fair with blue eyes and +pale complexions and they wore rose coloured +dresses. From Gladys' discription Helen +knew why they were the twins Ethel and Elsie.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lincarrol rose as they entered and +having embraced her family turned with a +queer look in her eyes to Helen.</p> + +<p>"So this is Helen Winston?" she said holding +out her hand, "my niece I think"</p> + +<p>Helen did not quite know what to say so she +merely smiled and she was then introduced +to Ethel and Elsie, both of whom she liked +very much, especially the former.</p> + +<p>"Now I think you'd better go and see your +father" exclaimed Mrs. Lincarrol at last "you +will find him in the library with Hugh, no +doubt Helen would like to make her uncle's +acquaintance."</p> + +<p>"I should" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>So they all marched accross the hall and +opening another door entered the library.</p> + +<p>"So here you all are again" cried a cheery<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +voice from within and at the same moment a +tall well built man came forward. He was a +contrast to his wife in every way, being fairly +stout, dark and brown eyed. He had a kind +though stern looking face. He greeted Helen +very cordially with none of the shifty glances +his wife had made use of and then introduced +Hugh to her. He was only 17 1/2 with dark +hair and eyes and very much resembled Lionel.</p> + +<p>"Well I'm glad to see you all back." cried +Mr. Lincarrol, "but you all look tired, I suppose +the journey was long?"</p> + +<p>"Not very" replied Minna who had hitherto +kept a discreet silence, "but I'm very hungry.</p> + +<p>"Why of course you must be, ring the bell +Hugh" cried Mr. Lincarrol heartily "and I'll +see you get something at once."</p> + +<p>A very good meal was soon brought up and +it was quickly disposed of.</p> + +<p>"Well Helen I'm going to bed now" said +Minna at last, "if you come now I'll show you +your room."</p> + +<p>"Oh thank you" replied Helen and with that +they both walked upstairs together.</p> + +<p>Lionel and Hugh soon followed their example +and so Lawrence was left alone with his +father.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span></p> + +<p>"A very nice girl Helen Winston seems" +cried Mr. Lincarrol, "I admire your taste +Lawrence."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad you do" answered Lawrence, "I +was struck with her when I first met her."</p> + +<p>"Yes I certainly admire your choice" replied +Mr. Lincarrol, and after a few more +words they both retired to bed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 34</h2> + +<h3>FIVE YEARS LATER</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Five</span> years have elapsed since we last saw +Helen. Let us choose a favourable moment to +view our heroine after the lengthy interval.</div> + +<p>Seated in a large and wealthily furnished +drawing room by a bright fire, writing at a +neat little table, sits Helen, now no longer +Helen Winston but Mrs. Lincarrol. The clock +has just struck 4. and the shades of the December +evening are fast drawing in. By the light +of the fire however we can get a tolerably good +view of Helen. She has altered but little during +the five years of her married life. She +looks a trifle older, but the change is so slight +as to be scarcely perceptible. She has still the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +luxurious black hair and long lashes shading +her soft eyes.</p> + +<p>She is clothed in a rich tea-gown of a delicate +green. She is writing diligently and +seems intent on her work but she occasionally +looks up to address a word or two to a delicate +looking little girl of about three years +who is playing on the hearth with a little fox +terrier. This is little Nellie, the only child, +a pale-faced fair-haired little thing, who has +attained her third year today.</p> + +<p>At length it grows too dark to see, so closing +her blotter with a snap, Helen walks to +the window and holding aside the heavy velvit +curtain gazes out accross the frost-bitten garden +and the roofs of the houses, which are +dotted about the town of B——.</p> + +<p>"Dear me" she says "it is beginning to snow, +I think dear" she adds turning to her child +"it is time you went up to the nursery tea will +be ready I expect."</p> + +<p>So saying she rings a bell and Marshland +appears, looking very different to when we last +saw her, in her black dress and clean cap and +apron. Having stuck to Helen in the hour of +trial she now finds herself the much-respected +nurse of little Nellie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p> + +<p>Nellie having departed to the upper regions, +Helen once more resumes her writing, this +time by the aid of a large standing lamp. By +and bye a servent enters with some tea. "Is +Mr. Lincarrol in yet?" enquires Helen. "No +m'am I think not" replies the servent. "oh +then I shant expect him till late" answers +Helen and so saying she partakes of her tea +alone, which done she goes to the piano and +plays a few merry sonatas. At length the +clock strikes seven, and Helen is about to go +and dress for dinner, when the butler enters +with the message that a woman from the village +of Huntsdown (5 miles distant) wishes +to see her at once on a very important matter.</p> + +<p>"Who is the woman?" askes Helen in great +astonishment.</p> + +<p>"I dont know mum" replies the butler "she +is very poor-looking and says she's tramped all +the way from Huntsdown to see you, but she +wont give no name."</p> + +<p>"How extraordinary!" says Helen, "I know +no one living in Huntsdown, in fact I have +only been there once; but however I will go +and see the poor soul." and rising as she speaks +Helen vanishes into the hall.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span>An old woman of about 60 or 70 is standing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">in a remote corner of the hall. The butler</span><br /> +had spoken truthfully when he said the woman +was poor looking. She wears a tattered dress +of some faded hue, and on the top of that a +man's coat, which might once have been black +but is now almost bottle-green. A thin shawl +coveres her shoulders and a battered black +bonnet hangs back from her head. Her iron-grey +hair is streaming over her face, still damp +with the falling snow.</p> + +<p>"Did you wish to speak to me" asks Helen +kindly advancing to the woman.</p> + +<p>"I do mum" replies the poor creature, dropping +a bob-curtsey as she speaks, "I've bin +tramping from Huntsdown since 4 o'clock and +bin nearly turned back with the snow."</p> + +<p>"What is your name," enquires Helen.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Cotton, if you please mum" answers +the woman, "but to get on with my story, you +must know I live at "The Jolly Dutchman" +in Huntsdown. My husband keeps the inn, +but he dont do much bussiness; the place is +so remote-like, and I'm afraid he's a bad lot," +and here Mrs. Cotton shook her head regretfully +"but to come to the point mum, a week +or so ago, a poor man all ragged and looking +terribly ill, come to the door and asked if we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +could let him in to sleep the night, as he'd +no were to go and no money. My husband +was drunk at the time and turned the poor +man away in spite of my pleading for him. A +few minutes later when my husband was in the +bar I opened the door and seeing the poor +man there I could not resist letting him in. +So according I gave him the attic at the top +of the 'ouse, where he has bin laying ill ever +since without my 'usband knowing."</p> + +<p>"What a sad story" says Helen gently "but +I'm sure it was very good of you to risk taking +the man in. I suppose you came to me for +money did you not?"</p> + +<p>"No mum not for that" replies Mrs. Cotton +sadly "you see I've tried to save a little money +myself during the last few years so I've been +able to have the doctor in once or twice to look +at the poor man. Mr. Harland his name is. +Me and my girl Sally, we've made the attic +as confortable as we can and I've lit a fire up +there once, but you see mum coles costs money +like everythink else. The doctor says there's +not much 'ope for the poor man, he's dying +fast of fever and consumption. The other +night mum, your gardiner, happened to come +in for a glass of something and of course he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +got talking with the other men and the conversation +fell on you mum, and he said he's +known you a long time ever since you was +Miss Winston (or some sich name as that) +At the time the talk was going on, I was sitting +upstairs with Mr. Harland and as the +door was open we could hear the talk in the +bar quite distinct; well mum, directly Mr. +Harland heard your name mentioned, he got +quite wild and excited all of a sudden and +went raving on about you and he would'nt be +satisfied till I told him all I knew about you. +I was astonished mum I can tell you. After +that Mr. Harland seemed much quieter and +all yesterday and today he's been in a sort +of stupor, but about half past three today he +called me and told me he'd not got very long +to live and would I do him a favour? I said +"Yes," so he told me to go into the town and +ask you to come and see him at once. He says +he knew you quite well some time back and +you knew him too, but you probably have forgotten +the name now. I tell you mum I was +fair took aback, but however leaving my girl +Sally in charge of him, I started off on my +errand, and here I am mum, waiting to know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> +what your answer may be to this extraordinary +request?"</p> + +<p>"It is a most extraordinary request" as you +say Mrs. Cotton, and I never knew anybody +by the name of Harland" replied Helen.</p> + +<p>"My idea is mum" says Mrs. Cotton "that +the poor man is dilerious."</p> + +<p>"Very likely" answered Helen, "but to +please him, I will order the carriage and we +will drive over together, you look far too tired +and cold to walk."</p> + +<p>As Helen speaks she toches a spring bell, +and then reaching a sable-lined cloak from the +peg she puts it on drawing the hood over her +soft brown hair.</p> + +<p>She then orders a baskitt of streangthing +things to be packed for the invalid.</p> + +<p>Then the carriage comes round to the front +door and the two get in. A contrast indeed! +The one small, shrivelled and shrunken, hugging +her wreatched garments around her to +keep out the biting cold; the other tall and +stately, her rich cloak falling gracefully round +her slender figure.</p> + +<p>The drive is long and dreary; being for the +most a long straight road with tall hedges at +either side and an occasional cottage or tree<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +releiving the monotony of the scenery. But +Helen, leaning back in her comfortable carriage +is not thinking of the passing scenery, +but of the extraordinary mission she is bent +on.</p> + +<p>At length the carriage stops, and Mrs. Cotton +leads the way up to a small tumble down +dirty looking inn, whith an almost illegable incription +painted in white letters, "The jolly +Dutchman, Thomas Cotton."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Cotton opens the door and Helen finds +herself in a very small and filthy dirty passage. +A strong smell of beer and tobacco greet +her on entering. A door on one side of the +passage is half open, and looking through, +Helen can see three or four rough looking men +seated round a table with mugs of beer before +them and pipes in their mouths, and the +sounds that issue from the room are none of +the pleasantest, for the men are talking, laughing +and shouting, not to say swearing.</p> + +<p>In disgust Helen turns to the door of the +other room. It is a kitchen evidently and a +remarkably dirty one too. A candle is burning +in this room, and by the light of it Helen +can see a slovenly looking girl stirring some +horrid smelling stuff in a saucpan, while a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +very small baby is yelling its heart out in a +wooden cradle.</p> + +<p>"Here Sally" cries Mrs. Cotton to the girl +"how is the invalid"</p> + +<p>"No better" replies Sally wiping her hands +on her apron "I lit a fire for him, 'cause he +grumbled so about the cold."</p> + +<p>"I dont wonder at it" responds Mrs. Cotton, +"well mum," she continues turning to +Helen "perhaps you'll step upstairs, its that +door there mum with the handle off," and she +points with her grimy finger to a door at the +top of the stairs. Helen climbs the ricketty +staircase with a wild fear and misgiving at +her heart, wondering what the result of this +strange visit will be. A light is burning in +the room she enters. It is a damp cold place, +a trifle larger than the passage below. A +miserable fire is doing its best to burn in the +grate and judging by the amount of matches +strewn about, Sally must have been exerting +many patient efforts to get it to burn at all.</p> + +<p>The window was minus a pane of glass and +the cold wind blew right through the room +making the door bang to and fro with a madly +monotonous tone.</p> + +<p>Helen glanced hastily round the room, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +the corners being in darkness, she had to hold +the candle above her head to see anything at +all. In doing so a groan caught her ear and +advancing to the corner from whence it issued, +Helen perceved a sort of pallet bed streached +on the floor, covered with a singal blankett. +Placing the candle on the floor close by, Helen +knelt down and with trembling hands and a +quaking heart pulled the covering away. And +then—no wonder Helen uttered that low +stifled cry; for there with his pale thin face +turned towards her and his skeleton hands +clutching at the blankett, there with his eyes +dim and sunken and his breath coming quick +and short lay Cyril Sheene alias Mr. Harland. +For a moment Helen could not utter a sound, +the words seemed to stick in her throat, and +she knelt gazing in horror and amazement at +the fast-dying man. It was Cyril who broke +the awful silence, "Helen" he whispered +brokenly "what a long time you were coming."</p> + +<p>"I never dreamt it was you Cyril" answered +Helen taking his thin hand in hers, for now +all her heart seemed to warm towards the man +who had wronged her so much and who was +so soon going to leave her.</p> + +<p>"No of course not" replied the dying man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +"you never thought I would come to this—(here +he stopped for breath), "but I want to +tell you this before I die."</p> + +<p>"Cyril you must not die" cried Helen, opening +her basket and producing some wine.</p> + +<p>"No, no" gasped Cyril pushing the glass +away "its no use, I know I'm dying, the doctor +said so; give me some water to ease my +throat and I'll go on."</p> + +<p>Helen gave him his wish and then knelt +down beside him while he continued.</p> + +<p>"After I left you Helen, that day you went +to Richmond, I intended going to Picadilly +to pawn some things as I had no money to pay +my debts. When I got back to my amazement +a letter from Mr. Palsey was waiting for me, +which explained that the police were already +on our track and that if I valued my life I had +better leave London and go to some place with +him. Of course I had no choice but to go, +but oh Helen if you could have known my +feelings when I thought I should not see you +again. Hastily I scrawled a note to you and +added a few lines to my will, you read them +did'nt you?"</p> + +<p>Helen nodded in assent.</p> + +<p>"Well" continued Cyril, "having made my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> +preparations, I started off to meet Palsey. We +traveled together. I forget where we were going. +Palsey told me how he had escaped after +he had been locked up in the drawing room. +We had to change at Charing Cross I think +and scarcely had we set foot on the platform, +when up came two policemen and before we +could say a word we found ourselves handcuffed. +Well to make a long story short we +were tried and I was sentenced to 10 years +penal servitude, and Palsey who had done the +most part of the crime had penal servitude for +life. Well after three years of my time had +passed, I was granted a free pardon for saving +the life of someone. I have no time to tell the +whole story now. At first I was delighted at +the mere thought of being free again, but then +I recollected I had no friends nobody to care +wether I lived or died. When I was set free +I wandered about trying in vain to find you +Helen. But I got no news of you, untill one +day I read of your marriage in the paper. +Then I gave up all hope of ever seeing you +again. Soon after I fell ill and spent many +weeks in an old barn, attended only by a child +who used to go messages for me etc: till I was +well enough to walk about again. Then my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> +wanderings began again, and I found them +harder than ever. After my severe illness I +could no longer bear sleeping out. I had to +buy lodgings wherever I happened to be, and +once or twice when I had no money I had to +sleep out in the fields. That did for me Helen. +From that day I grew much worse. A young +man took pity on me one night and gave me a +room in his house for nothing. But with his +exception no one cared and so I wandered on +untill late one night I arrived at this miserable +inn. I did'nt know where I was, but I +thought it safe to take another name. So I +was brought up here, where I should certainly +have died had not some one down in the bar +mentioned your name, and then the excitement +of seeing you kept me up——</p> + +<p>Here Cyril stopped gasping for breath and +Helen with her tears fast falling administered +water to him and propped up his pillows.</p> + +<p>"Helen" cried Cyril at last, he could barely +talk now, "do you forgive me?"</p> + +<p>"Oh Cyril" cried Helen "of course I do; oh +if only you had come to me before, how happily +this might have ended. I forgive you fully +from the bottom of my heart."</p> + +<p>Cyril smiled, he was too far gone to talk<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +and Helen could see his eyes growing brighter.</p> + +<p>A long silence followed while Cyril's breathing +grew laboured and slow. Presently with +a great effort he turned and caught Helen's +hand in his own. "Helen I'm going fast. +Goodbye I die happy since you forgive me." +And Helen stooped and kissed him. He turned +and looked at her for the last time and then +his spirit passed quietly and peacefully away.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 35</h2> + +<h3>CONCLUSION</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">A year</span> has passed since the sad events recorded +in our last chapter, and Cyril has long +been laid in the church yards sod. His grave +is ever bright with flowers placed there by +Helen's loving hands and by those of her children +Nellie and John.</div> + +<p>Of Mr. Palsey little has been heard but it +has lately been rumoured that he died a natural +death in prison, though some people exagerate +and say he died by his own hand.</p> + +<p>Marshland is still living though her health +is gradually becoming weaker.</p> + +<p>And what of Helen herself?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span></p> + +<p>Let us look into her drawing room to-night +and we shall see her once again.</p> + +<p>It is New Year's Eve and the drawing room, +hall, rather spacious rooms are all it up, while +the many happy people are dancing and enjoying +themselves. For Helen is giving a +dance. Yes, a gathering of all her oldest and +dearest friends. Among the many faces we +recognise the Lincarrols. Even <i>Mrs.</i> Lincarrol +is there gorgeously got up in bright yellow +silk which she is proudly telling everybody +was the foundation of her grandmother's wedding +dress.</p> + +<p>Minna and her husband (for she is now married) +are both there, also Ethel who is engaged +and Elsie who has just returned from her +honeymoon. Lionel is the only one not there, +but he is doing well in America.</p> + +<p>Hugh (now in the Army) is also attending +the dance. But Gladys where is she? She is +also there with her husband Lord Beaufort +and while the latter is talking to Lawrence +let us notice Gladys who is deep in conversation +with Helen.</p> + +<p>Seated on a sofa close to the entrance of the +green-house, idly watching the dancers as they +waltz round the spacious room, we once more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +see Helen and Gladys in close companionship. +What a pretty contrast they make!</p> + +<p>Helen with her dark hair as abundant as +ever and the lovely colour on her cheeks.</p> + +<p>She is glancing down and her long lashes +cover her eyes. She looks very happy and +a smile is playing about her lips.</p> + +<p>She wears a pale violet coloured dress made +in the latest fashion and the colour suits her +to perfection. Gladys is attired in white silk +trimmed with bright gauzy ruffles of pale pink +and silver. She is playing with her fan and +laughing merrily with Helen. Her bright blue +eyes are full of happiness and a little colour +has come into her usually pale cheeks.</p> + +<p>"Ah well Helen dear" she is saying "you +have nothing to grumble at now I'm sure."</p> + +<p>"I never said I had" laughs Helen, "I am +perfectly happy with Lawrence and my children +and it <i>is</i> so nice to have you here again, +but all the same I have had troubles; a good +many more than most people of my age."</p> + +<p>"Yes that's undeniable" replies Gladys "but +still you have a dear husband and lovely children."</p> + +<p>"Of course I have" cries Helen "and I am +quite happy now."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And as far as I can see there is no reason +why you should ever be unhappy again," replies +Gladys.</p> + +<p>"No" says Helen, "but still I cant quite forget +the sadness of my early years."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense my dear," cries Gladys, "dont +forget what you told me so long ago about +your sorrows, they will become like wounds +which though healed over are still to be seen, +and so though you will not exactly forget the +sorrow you will no longer feel the pain."</p> + +<p>"Yes" answers Helen laughingly, "that was +a very good idea on my part; and though applicable +to you then, it certainly applies to me +now.</p> + +<p>So now our story comes to an end and we +will bid goodbye to Helen. She has already +partaken freely of the cup of sorrow but now +her time has come and she knows what true +happiness is and all her sorrows, miseries and +heartaches shall be blotted out in that sea of +mist and shaddows;—The Past.</p> + + +<h3>THE END</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE JEALOUS GOVERNES</h2> + +<h3><i>or</i></h3> + +<h2>THE GRANTED WISH</h2> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2> + +<h3>WISHING</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">One</span> evening late in Sep: Mr. Hose sat in his +armchair reading a news paper. His wife sat +in an other looking at the "Strand" Magerzine. +Mr. Hose sudonly looked up at his wife; +"Elizabeth" he said "one thing I have been +wishing for, ever scince we were married is +a baby, would not you like to have one looking +at her seariously "Yes indeed I should" ansed +his delicat wife with a sigh.</div> + +<p>I soud like to adobt one continued Charlie, +I would like to have one of my own said Elizabeth +I dont like adopting babys, well you cant +do it any other way if you dont get one. Besides +if it was a boy what name have you got<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> +for it if it was a boy it should be named Charlie +after you dear, and if it was a girl I suppose +you would call it Elizabeth and liza for +short would not you said Charlie, well yes she +said beginning to read her magazine. Mr +Hose now took out his watch and to his wife +he said I have got to go out this eveing at +what time said Elizabeth at seven oclock I +promised Mr. Lineap I would meat him at +his offiace at a quarter past it is now half past +6 just half an hour. I have time to finsh this +bit of newes in the paper, so saying he continued +to read.</p> + +<p>Presently the clock sturck a quater past 7, +oh goodnes I must fly, said Charlie Mr. Leanep +will be expecting me he took up his boller +banged it on his head took up a walking stick +the first that came in to his hand, and rushed +out of the room looking like a roughyeun out +of the streets, his boots untide his hair rough +he banged the door behind him.</p> + +<p>Noisie man mutterd his wife as soon as he +had disapear. I feel ashamed realy I do nothing +will keep him quiet when he has got an +appoinment never mind perhaps he cant +help it she said and fell asleep in her armchair.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2> + +<h3>THE NEW BABY</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Mr. Hose</span> came back at about 12 o'clock he +had drunken a little whiskey but it made no +effect on him. He woke early the next morning +and woke his wife and began telling her all +about his evening stroll with Mr. Leanep but +he did not say anything about the whiskey he +had drunk feering it would shock her. But +when the clock had just struck half past six +they heard a ring at the door bell and within a +few minutes the maid servant came hurrying +up stairs and said the Dr. had arrived with a +box under his arm and he would like to see +Mrs. Hose she said. "Oh well, will you show +him up to this bedroom" said Mrs. Hose turning +to her husband and saying "you don't mind +him coming up, do you dear?" Mary went +out of the room grinning, closing the door +quietly behind her.</div> + +<p>In a few minutes the Dr's. bold step was +heard at the door and then a loud knock and +with a "come in" from Mrs. Hose he entered +the room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh I say Mrs Hose" he began taking off his +hat "I have heard you have been wishing for +a baby, so I have brought you one and your +wish is granted."</p> + +<p>"Oh hurrah" said Mrs. Hose "Is it a boy +or a girl?"</p> + +<p>"Well I don't know" said the Dr. <i>quite</i>, +"but I'll leave you to find out and settle matters" +so saying Dr. Pauline took his departure +shutting the door with his foot, while he held +his precious top hat in his two hands.</p> + +<p>As soon as the Dr. left the room, Mr. Hose +began hurrahing and laughing at the idea of +the new baby coming. "I am very glad it's +come, arn't you?" he said to his wife.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm very glad. Hasn't it come early?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said her husband, "but don't you +think we had better open the box and look +at it?" "Well perhaps we had," said his wife, +cutting the string with a pair of scissors which +were lying on the bed. Directly the box was +opened, a dear little fat baby rolled out on +to the eider down. "Oh, isn't it a darling?" +said Mrs. Hose, sitting up in bed, and placing +it between her and her husband, "What a pity +it hasn't got its eyes open."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but it's asleep," said Mr. Hose; "they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> +never have their eyes open when they are +asleep, except when they are very ill."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I see now it is asleep, it is blinking +its eyelids."</p> + +<p>"Hadn't we better be wrapping it up in +something, it must be rather cold, poor little +thing," he said, patting its face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, of course we must," said his wife, +jumping out of bed, never stopping to put on +her dressing slippers, she walked over to the +wardrobe.</p> + +<p>She unlocked it with a small key she kept in +her drawer, and on the third shelf she found +a small, pale blue shawl, which she had had +when she was a baby, and she had kept it ever +since, in case she should have a baby when +she was grown up.</p> + +<p>"Here's the very thing," she said, "the shawl +I had when I was a baby," she said, skipping +back to bed.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, that's a nice shawl," said Mr. +Hose, "and it's pretty big too, we can wrap +it all round it; and you can cuddle it close to +you, and then it would be warm, I should say."</p> + +<p>Mr. Hose did not get up till half past eight +oclock he could not stay in bed any later because +he was already rather late getting up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +I expect I shall be late at my offace said Mr. +Hose to himself buttning up the last button +of his waistcoat, he then slipped on his coat +put on his hat took up his walking stick and +maid his apperance in the hall takeing a glance +at him self in the glass as he passed it, he +then opened the hall door and began walking +at a quick pace to his offaice he was not so +late after all.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2> + +<h3>THE BAPTISAM</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was a lovely day on the 28th of september +when a carriage drove up to the door and Mr. +and Mrs. Hose with the baby in her arms ran +down the door steps and into the carriage +Mr. Hose doing the same. "It's a good thing +its a nice day isn't it Charlie?" she said to +her husband "Yes it is a good job or the baby +couldn't have come out tho'. He isn't so very +delicate, by the bye what's his name going +to be?"</div> + +<p>"Charles Edward" she said "Charles after +you and Edward after his grandfather." "I +hope Miss Gurling is at the church now, she's +always late for everything."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p> + +<p>"She is going to be the godmother isn't +she?" asked Charlie "Yes" said his wife +"You don't object do you? And his godfather +is that pious man who kneels before us in +church, Mr. Johns."</p> + +<p>"Oh he is a nice man that" said the father +clapping his hands "I am glad he is going to +be the godfather"</p> + +<p>"Why here we are" said his wife jumping +out of the carriage.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said he stepping out with a laudable +air.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear" said his wife "I've left the baby +in the carriage" "Oh poor thing" said the +husband running back for it. Goodbye Thompson +"said he to the coachman here's 6d for +you, it's quite enough for him" he murmured +to his wife as he took off his hat very reverently +at the church door. When they got +into the church the first person they saw was +Miss Gerling sitting quitertly in the bottem +seat saying her prays very dovoutly. Mrs. +Hose went up to her oh I say she began you +are the godmother "Yes said Miss Gerling +it is going to begin soon. what? said Mrs. +Hose the christening said Miss Gerling Mr. +Johns is not here we are wateing for him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> +Presently Father clocks came bussling down +the church he went up to Mr. Hose and said +"I can't think why Mr. Johns is not here he +is very late, yes he is said Mr. Hose and the +worst of it is we cant begin without him. No +we cant said the preast it is a great nuisance +he continued shacking his black head of hair. +after about half an hour the church door +opened and in came Mr. Jons he walked quite +calmly up the aisle of the curch to his own +seat, takeing it more as if he was very early +insted of very late, he said a few prays and +then he went down to the bottem of the church +and said in rather a loud wisper had not we +better begin yes said father clocks puting on +his stoll.</p> + +<p>All this while during the christening Mr. +Johns kept standing on one leg and blowing +his nose rather hard, he didn't have to say +much tho he looked rather embarassed. When +it was all over they took their departure and +went home in the carraige, but poor Mr. Hose +parted with a good deal of his pence, because +little boys kept running after his carraige and +would not go away without a copper or so.</p> + +<p>"As we are passing the confectioners" said +Mr. Hose to his wife, "we might tell them to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +send up a nice sugar cake in honour of baby's +Xning.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes we might do that" said his wife, +scratching her head to show off her net which +was carefully covering her knob behind.</p> + +<p>They arrived home at last and had the beautiful +Xning cake between them for tea.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2> + +<h3>ENGAGING THE NURSERY GOVERNESS</h3> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Do</span> you know my dear" said Mr. Hose to his +wife one morning at breakfast "what I was +thinking of doing?" "No" said his wife looking +very surprised, "What is it."</p> + +<p>"Well" he said "I was thinking of getting +a nursery governess."</p> + +<p>"A nursery Governess" said his wife "Why +the baby isn't old enough to have one yet, remember +it's only 6 months old."</p> + +<p>"Well" said Mr. Hose "I was thinking of +getting one because only think to yourself how +very useful she would be, she could help us +in the evening when baby was in bed and +besides that she could look after baby and he +would get used to her before it was time to +be taught."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said his wife "now I see what you +mean it would be a very good thing. You and +I must go and see Madam Toinette about one +in London tomorrow."</p> + +<p>When breakfast was over, they went into +the drawing room and Mrs. H. began knitting +a pr. of socks for her short coated boy, +and her husband curled himself up in an arm +chair and smoked to a low degree.</p> + +<p>"I say Lizzie eh! why shouldn't we go to +London today eh?" (he was rather a cockney +man.)</p> + +<p>"Yes we can go today, I don't see what +harm it could do. We'll go in the afternoon +then."</p> + +<p>"Right you are," said the husband, "I'll +change my clothes" he said as he retired to +his bedroom and his wife continued to knit +the pair of socks she was knitting for her +baby.</p> + +<p>Presently just after the dinner-bell had +rung, down came Mr. Hose from his bedroom +looking like a duke instead of a mere Mr.</p> + +<p>"I say wife do you think I look nice. I +have been such a long time dressing do you +know what I've put on clean?"</p> + +<p>"No said his wife who did not take the least<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> +interest in a man's toilet. Well he said clearing +his throat and pulling up his trousers and +sitting down. "I've put on this beautiful black +suit with coat tails and a lovely clean shirt +he said stroking his front and I've put on a +clean pair of scarlet socks with a hole in but +it does not show and he continued I've got on +a nice pair of black trousers but he said with +a sorrowful face the button has come off from +my trousers which makes one leg shorter than +the other. This being the only sentence his +wife had heard she looked up from her plate +and said "Oh you poor dear! never mind I'll +sew it on for you after dinner. "Oh thank +you so much! said Mr. Hose I should not have +been able to go to London if you had not +thought of this kind offer. Now Charles said +his wife eat your dinner because we are going +by the 3.15 train. Charles began eating his +dinner quickly saying at the same time with +his mouth full "Do you think baby will be +all right with the housemaid.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes he will be all right it is only for a +few howers" said Mrs. Hose.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes" said Mr. Hose beginning to eat his +dinner.</p> + +<p>Presently his wife looked up and said now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> +Charles, I have done my dinner and I am going +up to get ready and she went out of the room.</p> + +<p>Mr. Hose finnished his dinner and then +put on his top hat and took his best cherry +wood walking stick. He could not see his +wife anywhere; so like a wise man he began +walking down to the station when he was half +way whom should he see but his wife walking +sedately along; she looked very nice in +a coffee coloured dress trimmed with brown +velvet a bonnet to match with a pretty bird +in front and strings of brown velvet as well +as a large bow of the same; she had brown +gloves and a pretty light coffee coloured parasol +in her hands, her nice walking shoes and +stockings just peeped from under her dress. +Well said Charlie we are not late for the +train."</p> + +<p>"An't we" said his wife looking at her +watch which she wore on her bracelet. "No" +said Charlie but you do look nice.</p> + +<p>They arrived at the station and jumped into +a first class carriage.</p> + +<p>Presently they arrived in London and +walked arm in arm from the station. They +walked up to Madame Antoinette's house to +ask her if she knew of any governess which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> +they could engage. A nice fat looking servant +answered the door. Is Madame Antoinette at +home. Yes mam' she said looking rather ignorant +will you step this way. (Mrs. Hose +walked into the drawing room and sat down +waiting for Madame Antoinette) Presently +Madame Antoinette came down into the room. +Good morning Mrs. Hose she said. Oh good +morning Madame Antoinette said Mrs. Hose +sit down but do you know of any governesses +which we could engage? Well said Madame +Antoinette frowning there is a Miss Brentnor +she lives in Julian Road No 36. Oh what is +she like? Oh she has fair hair at least you +may say carrotty hair and one good thing +about her is her eyes she has lovely big grey +eyes. She has a very sallow complexion and +she had a blue dress on last time I saw her.</p> + +<p>Do you know of any other governesses continued +Mr. Hose? Yes said Madame Antoinette +there is a very nice young lady called +Miss Smith she has dark hair and brown eyes +but she is rather cow-like she has rather boisterous +feet and a few freckles on the top of +her nose but she is all right you know and +she lives in Buttonbrick House Hudson's +Street and then there is another young lady<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +called Miss Junick. She left her last place +and was hated in this family and I have been +told that she was known to take a few things +that did not belong to her in that house; but +I can scarcely believe that for she is a beautiful +young lady and I like her very much. They +left Madame Antoinette's house and went to +call on Miss Brentnor and Miss Smith but did +not like either of them. They went home and +the next morning a letter came addressed to +Mrs. Hose she opened it and this is what she +read</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Madam</span>,</p> + +<p>I beg to present you with the photograph +which you ask me to send. I think I have +very good features and I <i>know</i> I'll make a excellent +governess. It is not at all true what +was said about me in my last situation and I +am willing to come and look after your little +boy and teach him when he is old enough. +Give me a nice bed-room Madam; of course +I am a Catholic which I suppose you heard +from Madame Antoinette.</p> + +<p>I remain, Yours truly,</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Rose M. Junick.</span><br /> +</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Hose answered the letter and this is +what she put,</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Dear Miss Junick,</span></p> + +<p>I like you very much but I must not believe +what was said about you in your last +situation. Will you meet me at the Victoria +Station on Thursday at half past four and I +will ask you a few questions.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours truly,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">E. Hose.</span><br /> +</div></div> + +<p>Mrs. Hose was now satisfied she d answered +the letter and in time she would have the governess +with her.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2> + +<h3>THE GOVERNES ARRIVES</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> next morning Mrs. Hose ordered breakfast +early than usual in order that she might +get off by the 9/30 becaus she was going to +do a little shoping first and she thought to +her self she could get a beautiful dinner at one +of the Resteraunts and she smacked her lips +as she sat down to her breakfast of eggs and +beacon and a cup of cocoa. When she had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> +finished she went up stairs and placed her +bonnet on her head and buttoned up her patent +leather boots and took an umbrella because +it looked stormy and started on her way to +the station bidding her husband farewell.</div> + +<p>Directly she got outside it began to rain so +she put up umbrela and within ten minets she +got to the station and jumped into a first class +carriage (for she licked to look grand) and +soon the train started off for the smokey and +dreary city.</p> + +<p>At last the train got to Victora and out +jumped Mrs. hose without a moments delay, +she walked up and down outside the refreshment +room (for this was where she was to +meet our Heroine) she went up to one lady +and said do you mind me asking you but I am +looking for my future governess Miss Junick +do you posess that name I am sorry for your +sake that I do not she ansewerd politely and +walked on. then Mrs. hose asked another lady +who was peradeing up and down in a red and +gray dress eating a halfpeny bun which she +had just bought. Mrs. Hose advanced towards +her and when she got close to her she saw +she was very pretty so she thorght she would +be as polite as she could and began have I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span> +the plesure of meeting Miss Junick. I am not +Miss Junick but I am a frend of the dear +ladys (best luck) and she told me she would +be here to meet you at half past four this +afternoon oh thank you said Mrs. Hose I now +recerlect I was thinking I had to meet her +this morning farewell or a deiw as the french +say she said as she left the station to go and +get some dinner. Perhaps you would like to +know what she had for dinner—rabbit and +merangues were what she chose and she +drank sherry wine. After dinner she went +into the depth of London to look at some of +the shops and came back in time to see the +governess. As she entered Victoria station +she met a precise young lady hastening to the +refreshment room, she hurried after her and +when she got up to her thought she looked like +Miss Junick in the face, but before she could +say a word the lady jumped sideways and +asked her was she Mrs. Hose and with an +answer of yes they walked together into the +waiting room and sat down upon a horse hair +cushion and they now commenced their conversation.</p> + +<p>"How long were you in your last place?"</p> + +<p>"Two years madam"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh and was that your 1st place?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no I was abroad before with three little +french children there was only one in the +other family and she was a throro English +child—so was her mother."</p> + +<p>"Oh and what do you teach" said Mrs. Hose +cocking up one eyebrow.</p> + +<p>"Music, drawing, the use of the globes, etc., +etc. only you don't want me to teach your +little boy yet do you?"</p> + +<p>"No, no, no," said Mrs. Hose "not yet he is +only six months old, but are you very fond of +children and have you any little sisters and +brothers?"</p> + +<p>"I have one little sister of 10 and a little +baby brother and I have two grown uppers, +but I am very fond of children and wish I had +one of my own."</p> + +<p>"You won't whip my baby will you?" said +Mrs. Hose.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear no" she answered "I'de spoil him +more likely than whip him."</p> + +<p>"Oh well I want you to be medium with +him" said Mrs. Hose.</p> + +<p>"Quite so Madam I understand babies thoroughly; +are there any more questions you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> +think you would like to ask me whilst I'm +here?"</p> + +<p>"I think I've asked you pretty nearly all she +answered" except when could you come to +me?"</p> + +<p>"I can come on Monday Madam I was packing +a few of my things in case you would +have me."</p> + +<p>"Let me see now" said Mrs. Hose pausing +"how about the washing shall you pay it or +will I?"</p> + +<p>"Well I'm not very rich Madam and it +would be a charity if you will pay it."</p> + +<p>"Certainly I will and how much are you +used to getting a year?"</p> + +<p>"Either 5 or 14 pounds according to what +I have to do. I don't do much for 5."</p> + +<p>"All right I will give you 14. I hope you +will do a good deal for that as I want you +to bath the baby and have utter charge of +him. And as you are coming on Monday, I +will prepare you a nice bedroom" "Thank +you very much Madam" said Miss Junick getting +up smiling. "Good afternoon Madam +she said hurrying out of the waiting room. +Mrs. Hose came home by the 6 o'clock train +and told her husband all about Miss Junick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> +and Mr. Hose said he thought she'd do very +nicely.</p> + +<p>Monday soon came and with it the governess +in a station cab and a large box with +R. M. J. in red enamel on it. "Here I am +Mrs. Hose" she said stepping out of the cab +"who tips the cabman you or I"? "The Butler" +replied Mrs. Hose he has a few shillings +in his pocket—Come on John and give the +Cabman 2/6". The Butler obeyed and helped +the honest cabman in with the box. Miss +Junick was then shown up to her bedroom to +take off her hat. Then she went into the +nursery and found her pupil sitting in a high +chair all alone playing with his rattle.</p> + +<p>Just the kind of baby I shall get jelous of +she thought.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2> + +<h3>HOW MISS JUNICK'S JEALOUSY BEGAN</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">As</span> she entered the room the baby looked up +from his play, and stared at her rather hard, +surprised at seeing a strange lady.</div> + +<p>But Miss Junick did not take any notice +of the baby's astonishment, but merely walked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> +straight over to it, lifted it up, and kissed it +a great many times, saying as she did so,</p> + +<p>"Oh you dear little thing! how I would long +to have you for my own." She then rang the +bell for dinner, as it was then one o'clock, +and she knew that she had to give the baby +its dinner in the nursery. Presently the housemaid +came up, bearing a tray in her hand +with the dinner on it. Miss Junick then gave +the baby its dinner, and got up and tried to +amuse it, but the baby got cross and tired, +not being used to her; so that she was obliged +to lay it down in its cradle for its afternoon +sleep, while she herself went upstairs to unpack +her box. When she had done unpacking +she came down again to see if the baby had +awoke.</p> + +<p>It was just beginning to wake up as she +entered the room. She was pleased to see that +it was awake, and lifted it out of its cradle, +kissing it and repeating the same words as +before.</p> + +<p>At last tea time came, and pretty soon after +tea Miss Junick took the baby in her arms and +took it down stairs to say good night to Mr. +and Mrs. Hose.</p> + +<p>She then brought it upstairs again, took it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> +into its mother's bedroom, and began to undress +it. She found its little nightgown in a +white case with C.H. in pale blue letters on +it. The nightgown was very pretty, It was of +white flannel, and the frills round the neck +and sleeves were of pale blue, as the baby was +dedicated to Our Lady of Victories.</p> + +<p>When it was in bed, after kissing it a great +many times, she turned out the gas and retired +to her bedroom, saying as she did so, +"I could never find a baby like that anywhere, +not even if I were to search the wide +wide world."</p> + +<p>"Well! I dont know though," she said to +herself as she sat down on the bed, "I might +go out tonight, and ask the Doctor where Mrs. +Hose got her <i>lovely</i> baby from. Oh no though, +perhaps I couldn't, as I should have to tell +Mrs. Hose that I was going out and what I +was going out for. But I could pretend to +her that I was going out to buy some Beechams +Pills or a reel of cotton to mend some of +my linen. Yes, of course I could do that."</p> + +<p>And so, without a moments delay, she +marched downstairs and into the drawing +room.</p> + +<p>"Oh please Mrs. Hose," she began, "I would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> +like to go down the town to buy a box of +Beecham's Pills, may I go?, she added.</p> + +<p>"A box of Beecham's Pills! why—are you +unwell?" said Mrs. Hose.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear no, but in case of necessity," said +Miss Junick, "and perhaps when I get there +I may find some other things which I want to +buy in the shops."</p> + +<p>Oh certainly, you may go," said Mrs. Hose, +"but you wont be back late, will you, because +of Baby."</p> + +<p>Oh! I have put the baby to bed," said Miss +Junick, cocking her head in the air, and slamming +the door behind her.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2> + +<h3>WHAT MISS JUNICK DID IN THE TOWN</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Miss Junick</span> arrived in the town at about +eight o'clock! She went straight to the Doctor's +house and rang loudly at the bell. In a +few minutes it was answered by a boy in buttons, +who asked her what she wanted, and on +her replying that she wanted to see the Doctor, +she was shown into a neat little drawing +room draped in green and red silk. Soon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> +she heard the Doctor's bold step. He opened +the door and in he came dressed in an evening +suit. He bowed politely as he shut the door, +saying—"Have I the pleasure of seeing Miss +Junick the new and accomplished governess +of Mrs. Hose?" "Yes—you have that pleasure," +she said, getting up and bowing also.</div> + +<p>And what is it you have come to ask me, +Miss Junick? he said preparing to sit down +in his arm chair.</p> + +<p>Oh! she said, I have come to ask you where +Mrs. Hose got her most lovely baby from.</p> + +<p>"Oh, said the Doctor, I gave it to her because +she wished for one," "Do you think you +could manage to give me a baby like him?" +said Miss Junick.</p> + +<p>"Well, said the Doctor, the first question +is, are you married?</p> + +<p>"No, I am not married, but I will marry if +you can give me a baby like that—it would be +worth marrying for."</p> + +<p>"Well! you cannot marry till someone asks +you, and I cant because I have a wife of my +own," said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Well! can I have a baby like it even if I +don't marry?" said Miss Junick.</p> + +<p>"Oh well! I dont think so; Is that all you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> +have come to ask me"? he said, in an aggravating +tone, beginning to open the door for +her.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that is all," said Miss Junick, "but +you will try and find a baby for me, wont +you?</p> + +<p>"Yes, but you say you are not married," +said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Well! I must have made a mistake, and +was not thinking of what I was saying, for +I certainly am."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, I will try and find one—Good +evening Miss Junick," said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Good evening Doctor Brandon, said Miss +Junick, and she shut the hall door behind her, +and commenced to walk up the town.</p> + +<p>Dear dear it is nine oclock oh no half past +I must hurry or Mrs. Hose will be cross and +say I neglect the child and I dont only she +will think so because I have it for too long +only an hour and a half it is not at all long. +At last she came to the house and she went +strait to bed but she could not sleep for thinking +of the baby which she was going to have. +She did not get scolded in spite of all she +said.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER 8</h2> + +<h3>THE PRIVATE ARIVAL OF MISS JUNICKS BABY</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Miss Junick</span> awoke early the next morning; +she was very excited thinking of her future +baby, and she didn't get up until eight o'clock. +She then walked downstairs to the baby's +room, and got it up. When it was dressed +she gave it its breakfast, but she didn't talk +to it, as much as she did the other day, for +she was too much excited. After breakfast, +she found it's pram in the shed and took it +out for it's walk.</div> + +<p>At last she arrived home, and after giving +the baby its dinner, she put it to it's afternoon +sleep. When it woke up she took it out for +another walk, and on her way she met the +doctor's page boy coming along with a box under +his arm. As she saw him approaching +she left the pram without a word and ran +along to meet him. When she got up to him, +the boy raised his cap and said. "If you +please, Miss, the doctor told me to bring you +this box and he hopes the contents will do."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you, thank you," said Miss Junick,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> +as she took the parcel, and ran back to +the pram with it.</p> + +<p>She put the box in, and walked hastily home, +for she wanted to open it. Soon she got to +the house, and to her great horror, as she +was going upstairs she met Mrs. Hose.</p> + +<p>"Well, Miss Junick, have you been taking +baby for a walk? she said, "and what is that +box you have under your arm."</p> + +<p>"It is only something I have bought, nothing +to do with you," she muttered, as Mrs. +Hose shut her bedroom door.</p> + +<p>When she had undressed the baby, she set it +up in it's high chair gave it it's rattle, and +hurried upstairs to open her precious box.</p> + +<p>"I hope it's nice," she said, as she cut the +string; she then opened the lid of the box. +Of course it was ugly, as most babies are when +they are first born.</p> + +<p>But this would not do for Miss Junick, for +she called it 'an ugly little beast," and threatened +to throw it away.</p> + +<p>When the next day came she thought it was +more ugly still, and that day she really did +throw it away, and I will tell you where she +put it."</p> + +<p>In fact she did more than this, for she murdered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> +it first, and then threw it into one of +the dirty alleys. She was now quite satisfied +that she had got rid of it, but she was more +angry still when she found the bill inside the +box, "Miss Junick Dr. to Doctor Paulin for +one baby delivered as per agreement £1." She +took the £1 out of her purse and walked +straight down to the Doctors and gave it without +a minutes delay and begged to have a +receipt at once. So it was given to her at +once, and he asked her in and cross questioned +her about the baby. She paused a little and +then said—</p> + +<p>"Oh its getting on very nicely thank you, +good afternoon," and she shut the outer door +and hurried away home.</p> + +<p>When she got home Mrs. Hose's baby was +sleeping quietly in its cradle, but it soon woke +up and she gave it its tea. Pretty soon after +tea it went to bed, and she went up to her +room, and I must tell you that her front window +looked out upon the churchyard. She +was looking out of this window as she was +doing her hair, and she saw that the burial +of a little baby was going on, and two poor +women were there. Miss Junick pierced very +hard out of the window and she recognised<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> +that it was the same little baby that she had +murdered and thrown away.</p> + +<p>"Oh! so they are burying it are they?" she +said to herself, "I wouldn't take pity on such +an ugly little thing if I were them.</p> + +<p>When she had changed her dress she went +downstairs to have her supper with Mr. and +Mrs. Hose thinking all the while of what she +had seen. When supper was over, she went +upstairs and took from her trunk a "shilling +shocker" and began to read it. Presently she +got tired and went to bed.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2> + +<h3>MISS JUNICK'S PLANS</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Many</span> years had passed by since Miss Junick +had come to Mr. and Mrs. Hose, and Mrs. +Hose's baby was now two years old, and Mr. +Hose was very much mastaken in what he had +said at first about Miss Junick helping them +in the evening for she did nothing but read +shilling shockers and penny horribles all the +eveing till it was time for bed and after that +when she was in bed she used to make plans +these were what she maid, as she found her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> +baby ugly and that she could not get one like +Mrs. Hose's she planed that she would steal +Mrs. Hoses most lovely baby, little did Miss +Junick think that the baby she was going to +steal was the greatest tressure Mrs. Hose had +ever had so she realy planed to do this wicked +act. She was very kind too the baby all this +time and each day she grew more and more +jealous of the baby and she said her plain +must soon happen and I will tell you more +in the next chapter.</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2> + +<h3>HOW MISS JUNICK CARYS OUT HER PLAN</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'>2 <span class="smcap">weaks</span> had past since Miss Junick had +planed what she should do. One eveing she +pretented too have a bad headache and went +to bed before supper and had her supper in +bed in order that she might think it over, yes +she said I will steal the baby tomorrow and +run away home too my mother and father they +will be plased to know that I have stolen +something and she turned on her side I will +put mine and some of the babys things in a +bag very early at about 5 oclock and start off<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> +so saying she began too snore and too go too +sleap. soon the morning came and she awoke +and dressed hurryeld put her clothes and one +dress and one cloack and bonnet of the babys +in the bag and soon she and the baby were +in the train for Chichester were she and her +mother and father lived. The baby screamed +and cried because it was tired and wanted too +go to sleap but wound not because it was in +the train and had never been in a train before.</div> + +<p>Miss Junick had forgoten to bring the babys +own bottel but she had a small tin of biscuits +in her bag and a bottel of sour milk which +she had entendid for herself but gave it too +the baby because it was very hungry and had +not had anything too eat since its tea the eveing +before, all this time Mrs. Hose was +greeving over the loss of her baby and who +she thought was her dear good governess can +any one have murdered them Charlie she said +and buried their bodys somewere No I dont +think that could have happened but we might +send round to Mrs. Wight and ask her if she +has seen anything of them said Charlie. Yes +we will do that said Mrs. Hose, I will go and +wright a note and the weping lady left the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> +room. She soon came back I have written to +Mrs. Wight she said the boy has taken the +note and I expect an asew soon and she was +wright for in 3 minets the boy entered and +said if you plase Mum Mrs. Wight has come +too see you herself she is in the drawing +room and wants you. Now very well said +Mrs. Hose and she walked down stairs and +into the drawing room. Oh how do you do +said Mrs. Wight I got your note sit down +I will explain all about this. Mrs. Hose sat +down and Mrs. wight began her story. Well +she said I one eveing saw Miss Junick taking +an eveing stroll and I asked her too come in +to my house and she said as you are a great +frend I will tell you this so she said I am +very jealous of Mrs. Hose's baby and some +day I mean to steal him and run away with +him and go to my own mother and father and I +promised I would not say a word to anyone.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hose jumped up from her chair Oh +Mrs Wight if you had only told me this before +I could have saved my own darling baby +from been stolen from that wicked women and +I will now put the blame on you. but why +said Mrs. wight I think it was very good of +me to keep my promise so well.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span></p> + +<p>My dear Mrs. wight said Mrs. Hose if you +had told me before I could have given notice +to that wicked Miss Junick and she would +have left before she could have time to steal +my preschus darling and Mrs. Hose left the +room and rushed upstairs to tell her husband +the bad newes and Mrs. wight went home.</p> + +<p>Mrs. hose ran into her husbands bedroom +Charlie, Charlie, she said what <i>do</i> you think +that wicked Miss Junick whom we thought +was so good has stolen our precious baby from +us and that silly Mrs. wight new of this all +along but never told us simply because Miss +Junick asked her not too she new that Miss +Junick was going to steal him and the words +died off her lips as she fainted into a fitt Mr. +Hose burnt a feather under her nose to make +her come round and she soon revived and was +able to say more to Mr. Hose.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPT 11</h2> + +<h3>MR. HOSE MAKES ENQUIRIES</h3> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">early</span> the next morning Mr. Hose got up +dressed quickly and instead of going to his +office he went to the police office and made enquiries<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> +and this is what he said to inspecter +have you seen a young lady with a little baby. +I got a governes for my little boy and now she +has stolen him and has gone home to her parents +her Mother is a murderdress and her +father is a robber I have no idear were her +parents live, No Sir said inspecter gong I +have not seen her I dont think could you +dicribe her and the baby to me and then I +could make sure weather I had seen her or +not. Well said Mr. Hose the governess was +an elderly person with sharpe black eyes and +black hair and a salow complexion I do not +no how she was dressed at the time for it was +quite early in the morning when she stole +my baby. No Sir replyed inspecter Gong I +have seen no such person, oh thank you said +Mr. Hose good morning, good morning Sir +said the inspecter as he shut the door of the +police office and Mr. Hose went down the steps +and walked feeling very unsatisfactory.</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER 12</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Many</span> years have passed since Mr. Hose lost +his child Mrs. Hose had died of greef two years<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> +befor and often in the eveing when Mr Hose +sat alonne he would say to himself would I +had that wretched Miss Junick by the scraff +of the neck and he picked up the poker and +shook it to show what he would do if he had +her in his hands, one eveing as Mr Hose sat +gazeing in to the emty great where there +should have been a fire, he heard footsteps in +the Porch Mr Hose was startled for now that +Mrs Hose was dead people seldom came near +the house and Mr Hose was not much to look +at, he had very little hair and what he had +was very seldom brushed and his red nose got +bigger every day so you can emagin how few +people ventured near him. when he heard the +bell ring he jumped up and asked the servent +who it was she said she would go and see she +soon apperd and said it was a young man +wanted to know if Mr Hose lived here show +him in and say I do Just at that moment a +man rushed in father he said dont you know +me, and he flung himself into Mr Hoses arms +my son my son where have you been all these +long years tell me all about it. where is +mother I must tell her too why my son you +will never see your mother again she is dead +she has dided for the loss of you ah I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> +had whom I thought was my mother and it +was not untill I saw in the paper that I was +still bieng looked for and that my name was +Charlie Hose and Mr Hose was still alive +while my supposed name was Auther Junick +that I was determined to ascape and so I did. +well my son I cant tell you how glad I am to +have you back again saying you where 1 year +old when we missed you If your mother had +only been here to see you safe at home and +Miss Junick in Prison and always had you +with her she would rejoice, and now hoping +<i>I</i> have pleased I will end my story of the +Jealous governess or the granted wish.</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> + +<p>The page numbers will link to an image of the original page. +Clicking on the words in parentheses will take show the text as edited.</p> +<p><a href="images/60.png">Page 60</a>, "is" changed to "it" (<a href="#is_is">What is it dearest</a>)</p> + +<p><a href="images/164.png">Page 164</a>, "He,en" changed to "Helen" (<a href="#helen">12-30 Helen</a>)</p> + +<p><a href="images/173.png">Page 173</a>, an opening quotation mark was removed (<a href="#glad">Gladys dried her eyes</a>)</p> + +<p>Missing page numbers in the margin are due to blank pages in the text.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Daisy Ashford: Her Book, by +Daisy Ashford and Angela Ashford + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DAISY ASHFORD: HER BOOK *** + +***** This file should be named 25658-h.htm or 25658-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/6/5/25658/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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