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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Cliquot - A Racing Story of Ideal Beauty - -Author: Kate Lee Ferguson - -Release Date: October 21, 2021 [eBook #66587] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Demian Katz, Craig Kirkwood, and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (Images courtesy of - the Digital Library@Villanova University.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CLIQUOT *** - -Transcriber’s Notes: - -Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_), and text -enclosed by equal signs is in bold (=bold=). - -Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end. - - * * * * * - -PRICE 25 CENTS. - -CLIQUOT - -A Racing Story of Ideal Beauty. - -BY KATE LEE FERGUSON. - -_PHILADELPHIA: T. B. 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By Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett. - =MISS CRESPIGNY.= By Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett. - =A QUIET LIFE.= By Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett. - =PRETTY POLLY PEMBERTON.= By Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett. - =LINDSAY’S LUCK.= By Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett. - =MARRYING OFF A DAUGHTER.= By Henry Greville. - =OUT OF THE DEPTHS.= The Story of a Woman’s Life. - =CLIQUOT.= A Racing Story of Ideal Beauty. By Kate Lee Ferguson. - =INDIANA.= A Fascinating Novel. By George Sand, author of “Consuelo.” - =MY SON’S WIFE.= By the author of “Caste,” “Mr. Arle,” etc. - =MY HERO.= (_The Man I Love._) By Mrs. Forrester. - =A HEART TWICE WON=, _or Second Love_. By Mrs. E. Van Loon. - =THE CONFESSIONS OF AN ABBE.= By Louis Ulbach. - =THE PRAIRIE FLOWER.= By Emerson Bennett. - =RUN DOWN.= A Psychological Novel. By George D. Cox. - =LENI-LEOTI.= Sequel to “The Prairie Flower.” By Emerson Bennett. - -☞ _News Agents and Booksellers will be supplied with any of the above -books, very low rates, assorted, as they may wish them, to make up a -dozen, hundred, five hundred, or thousand, by the publishers, T. B. -Peterson & Brothers, Philadelphia, Pa._ - -☞ _Copies will be sent to any one, post-paid, on remitting price to the -publishers_, - -T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, Philadelphia, Pa. - - - - -CLIQUOT. - - - BY - KATE LEE FERGUSON. - - “CLIQUOT,” a new love romance from the pen of Kate Lee Ferguson, - a rising young Southern authoress of the Amélie Rives school, is - full of passion, piquancy and breathless interest. All through it - possesses that quality which the French call chic, which gives it - that flavor which everybody likes. Neil Emory’s domestic drama--for - he is a man with a past in his history--and his deep-rooted passion - for Gwendoline Gwinn, as well as the fascination exerted upon him by - Cassandra Clovis, an actress, are intermingled with an exciting tale - of the race-track in which the foremost figures are Cliquot, a fleet - but unmanageable racing stallion, and the mysterious jockey who rides - him to final victory after the superb horse has been the death of all - his predecessors. The scene is laid in the South and the agreeable - volume gives a most charming glimpse of fashionable Southern society. - The racing incidents are very graphic and will take a firm hold on all - admirers of horse-flesh. “CLIQUOT” is written in a sprightly style and - is just the book to raise a sensation and be talked about in every - direction. - - PHILADELPHIA: - T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS; - 306 CHESTNUT STREET. - - * * * * * - - COPYRIGHT: - T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS. - 1889. - -_“Cliquot,” a bright and peculiarly interesting novel in which -burning love and a wonderfully exciting episode of the race-course -are the chief ingredients, is the production of Kate Lee Ferguson, -one of several young Southern authors who have recently sprung up to -cultivate the fruitful field in which Amélie Rives has worked her -way to notoriety. It is a strong and spicy romance, always fresh and -crisp, with never a superfluous line and very interesting in the very -first paragraph. The locality is the South and the characters typical -Southerners. Neil Emory, a man with a past, is the hero, and the -heroine is Gwendoline Gwinn, who, while admired as a belle, petted by -her mother and apparently fond of her ease, is yet a woman to do and -dare. A theatrical element is cleverly introduced in the shape of two -actresses, Cassandra Clovis and the mysterious “Kitty Who Laughs.” The -book takes its title from a thoroughbred racing stallion, capable of -great things on the turf but addicted to killing his jockeys. A boy -is at last found who rides him to a successful finish and about whom -some very singular developments are made. The description of the race -which the stallion wins is spirited and vivid to a high degree. Some -of the incidents are exceedingly naturalistic and striking. It is not -too much to say that “Cliquot” will be read with avidity and that it -will be discussed with considerable ardor, for, while it is undoubtedly -absorbing, it touches upon some topics which most writers have seen fit -to avoid. But the best way is to examine and find out for yourself._ - - - - -CONTENTS. - - - Chapter. Page. - - I. A SHORT HEAT. 21 - - II. A DEVIL’S LAUGH. 32 - - III. SHE WHO INFLAMES WITH LOVE. 46 - - IV. “OUT FROM THE GOLDEN DAY.” 52 - - V. PRETTY GOOD ARMS. 56 - - VI. BACKWARDS. 61 - - VII. MONDAY. 70 - - VIII. “MY BEAUTIFUL! MY BEAUTIFUL!” 79 - - IX. THE CHINK OF GOLD. 85 - - X. FALSE COURAGE. 94 - - XI. A MOONLIGHT DRIVE. 102 - - XII. “I KNOW YOU, GWENDOLINE.” 113 - - XIII. “WITHIN A WEEK.” 122 - - XIV. IN THE CITY OF VIOLETS. 129 - - XV. “SOFT AS ZEPHYR.” 139 - - XVI. AT LAST. 142 - - * * * * * - -CLIQUOT. - - - - -CHAPTER I. A SHORT HEAT. - - -Another jockey had been killed on the race-course. The utmost -excitement prevailed. The magnificent animal which had caused the death -reared and plunged in the hands of a groom, his foam-covered sides -catching the dust from his flying heels. The crowd poured and surged -from the stand, while the band still played. The two other horses were -led away, one quiet enough, but the other, a black gelding, fretting -and sidling through the throng. - -Mr. Emory, the owner of the restless stallion, hurried down the steps -of the grand stand. He was a tall blond, and wore a soft gray hat. He -grew a shade paler as he saw the dead man raised from the ground by two -hostlers, his broken neck dangling over the arm of one of them as they -bore him through the gate. - -“Poor fellow!” he muttered, “and he thought he could ride!” - -He whispered a few words to his groom, then asked a policeman to -clear a passage, that his horse might be led away, a thing not easily -accomplished, as with trembling limbs and quivering nostrils the -beautiful creature rose repeatedly in his tracks, while the man swung -to and fro at his bit. At length, he sprang forward and rushed for the -stable; breaking loose beyond the gate, he dashed madly into his stall, -when the door was closed upon him, while the crowd yielded and swayed -and dashed about, in that aimless, foolish, reckless way so often -noticed under such circumstances. - -Of course, there was the usual flutter and stir on the ladies’ stand--a -shutting of fans, a rustle of silk, and the starting forward of some -excitable ones. Exclamations were heard of “How horrible!” “Oh! I wish -I’d never come!” or, “We women have no business here!” while others -thought, “I would not have missed it, dreadful though it is!” - -The race was off--thousands of dollars staked and only one heat over. -Which horse had won? - -Now the police were busy, for the dead man’s form and the maddened -stallion no longer held the rabble at bay. Tongues began to wag fast -and faster, and hot and hotter grew the discussions about the track and -pool stands. Yells of the officials for the police to clear the sward -for the next race filled the air, and, finally, when the judge tapped -the bell and the crier announced that the race would come off the -next day, a little order was restored and the band began to blow its -loudest, as a couple of fillies trotted through the gate. - -But the excitement was over; and before long the stand was half-empty, -while the soft roll of carriage wheels passed again and again through -the exit and the women were gone. - -Neil Emory walked over to his stable and gave a few directions to -his groom, who had succeeded in partially quieting his racer; then, -turning, he hailed a handsome carriage which was awaiting him a few -steps beyond the course. His companion and friend, Reginald Gray, was -inside, and the two drove rapidly away. - -Emory pulled his hat over his eyes and sank back, as if he had lost a -regiment of friends. - -“Hard lines,” said Gray. “Two jockeys in six months.” - -“Yes,” replied his companion, “and where on earth will I find another -willing to risk his neck on that beast?” - -“A few hundred dollars will find one.” - -“I doubt it,” said Emory. “I will have to make it a few thousands.” - -“Well! considering the amount staked on the animal, you will have to -make it a couple, I dare say.” - -They drove on in silence, the owner of the horse busy with his thoughts -and unwilling to discuss a matter so close to his heart even with his -best friend. - -When they reached the city, Neil parted with his companion and went up -to his rooms. His servant had lighted the gas and arranged his bath. -He occupied a handsome suite of apartments, and his sitting-room was -one of the prettiest in town, only the absence of the usual display of -lovely women’s photos distinguished Neil Emory’s abode from all others. -Perhaps in some far-away corner, veiled, was a picture, or, perhaps, -only in his heart there existed such an image, though most people -thought it but that of a rampant steed. - -When he had finished his toilet, it was quite dark. Turning down the -gas, he threw himself into a chair at the open window. Thoughts, -thoughts, thoughts, wild and mad, surged through his brain. - -Almost wealthy! Only a little while ago a comparatively poor man, alone -in the world, well born, handsome and educated--but a little while -since able to purchase a small but beautiful estate, situated a few -miles from the city, sold at a bargain just as an unlooked for legacy -from a distant relation enabled him to become the purchaser--but a -little while ago so fortunate as to buy at auction a young thoroughbred -stallion, which unexpectedly proved to be one of the greatest racers of -the age, but was possessed of a disposition so unmanageable that but -two men had been found able to ride him, and both of those had been -killed. If he could but win this race, how much it would mean for him! -Money he must have, come what might. - -“Oh!” he exclaimed, rising and stretching forth his arms in the gloom, -“Cliquot, Cliquot, my beautiful, win for me, win for me, or I perish!” - - * * * * * - -Two nights after the day of the race there was a reception at the -residence of Mrs. Dale, one of the fashionable women of the city of -N----. Every one spoke, more or less, of the accident on the course. - -“They say,” said one, “that he has offered an immense sum for a jockey.” - -“Yes,” said another; “over two thousand dollars.” - -“I dare say he’ll find some fool to ride the beast,” added a third, -“and for far less money.” - -“But,” said a bystander, “two days of the week have passed and Emory -has not unearthed his man yet.” - -Just then Neil came down from the dressing-room and entered the -parlors. Little Selina Maury was standing by the door. - -“Oh! I’m glad you’ve come! I thought you were so cut up that we -wouldn’t see you to-night.” - -He smilingly bowed his acknowledgments. - -“Heavens!” thought the girl, “I wish Bob had so lovely an expression! -He does nothing but grin!” - -Then she took a rose from her breast and held it out to Neil. - -He was fastening it in his coat when Mrs. Dale came up. - -“How late you are! Let me take you to the supper-room. I dare say you -may find an ice there.” - -Excusing himself to Miss Maury, the young man went away with his -hostess. There was a jam at the door, which caused them to stop by a -recessed window, where a girl sat, leaning lazily back against the -cushions of a sofa, her slippered feet crossed before her and the trail -of a green silk coiled out on the carpet beyond. - -The soft fold of her dress under Neil’s foot caused him to look up. She -saw him and put her hand out through the curtain. - -“How d’ye do?” she said, in an indolent way. - -He took the soft fingers, devoid of jewels, in his and smiled again. - -A dark, stylish man was beside her, holding an ice. He brushed some -crumbs of cake from his lap, looked up, scowled slightly and spilled -the ice. - -The girl laughed a little. - -“Can I replace it?” asked Neil. - -“Oh, no,” she said; “I am glad it’s gone that way! But do you think -now that you could manage to procure for me a very small glass of -champagne, with quantities of ice--quite a small glass, and mostly -_ice_?” - -This she rather murmured than said, leaning back and idly toying with a -gauze fan. - -“I really don’t think I could,” replied Emory. “You see what a jam -there is.” - -“I can!” exclaimed the young man beside her, springing to his feet, -and before they could utter a word he was gone and Neil had taken his -vacant place. - -“It’s all an awful bore; don’t you think so?” - -He looked at her and, perhaps, heard her, “I do not know.” - -Oh! the white throat--the lovely jeweless throat and hands--the -glorious violet eyes, that graceful drooping head, with its crown of -waving, bronze-hued hair, those supple limbs, clad in a close-fitting -robe of green silk! - -“A bore! my God!” and the room grew dim, and the lights went out, while -before his eyes a maddened crowd came, the dangling neck of a dead -jockey rose, and a foam-covered, rearing steed stood, while there was a -cry in Emory’s heart: “Cliquot, Cliquot, my beautiful, win for me or I -perish!” - -“See, I have brought the wine,” and young Clayton stood before them. -The girl put the glass to her lips and slowly drank. When she had -finished, she toyed with the ice at the bottom of the glass and looked -lazier than ever. - -“Would you like to dance?” asked Clayton. “I believe there is a band.” - -“No,” she replied; “I never dance in a train. It coils about one’s feet -so, or gets around a man’s limbs and I am constantly imagining that I -am a serpent, coiling and uncoiling in an earthly paradise.” - -“A very beautiful and telling comparison,” said Emory. - -“But one I don’t like,” added Clayton, “for it leads a fellow to look -upon Miss Gwinn as a temptress.” - -“Well!” said the girl, with a rippling laugh, “is a little knowledge a -dangerous thing?” - -The but half-concealed fury which flashed from the young man’s eyes -showed Neil Emory a little of the volcano that lurked beneath. - -Mrs. Gwinn came up on the arm of a handsome man. He had a courtly -bearing, wore his silver hair close cut, had a moustache, a complexion -like a girl’s, and was a wealthy sugar planter and desperately -enamoured Gwendoline Gwinn, this lovely girl who held her court in the -most indolent fashion. Her mother was very gracious in her manner to -him, and spoke to her daughter at once. - -“Will you come with us, my dear? It is almost time to leave and so -many persons are asking where you are.” Then, perceiving Emory, she -said: “Have you found a jockey?” - -“Not yet, Madam; that is, none to suit, but I am promised one -to-morrow.” - -“Ah! indeed!” she said, indifferently, and was turning away, when -Selina Maury came by. - -“Oh! Mr. Emory, do tell me, is the race really off, or will there be a -man to ride your lovely horse? I am perfectly wild to see him again!” -and in her eager, restless way, with the usual girlish impulse, she -laid her hand on his arm, looking up into his face as if a whole world -of adoration were in her eyes. - -“Pretty enough eyes, too,” thought Neil, as he smiled. - -“If he looks that way again,” said the girl to herself, “I’ll box Bob’s -jaws when he kisses me!” - -“Yes,” said Emory, “I hope he will run on Monday, if the promised man -suits. A blacksmith is to bring a youngster to-morrow and I shall judge -what he can do. Would you like to see another jockey tossed, Miss -Gwinn?” he asked, laughing a little, hard laugh as he turned to her. - -“Are they always killed?” she asked; “and does it hurt very much to -have one’s neck broken? I wonder why persons will be so silly as to -fall off and get their necks broken!” - -“But he was thrown,” cried Selina, “and so his neck was cracked.” - -“No,” said Gwendoline; “I don’t think I care to see that any more; but -I promise to be at the race, if that comes off--and not the jockey.” - -A little laugh from the bystanders, and then she rose, slowly drawing -herself away from the dark cushions, and, uncoiling her train from -around her feet, bowed to those beside her and glided after her mother -in and out of the crowd, like a long green serpent. - - - - -CHAPTER II. A DEVIL’S LAUGH. - - -As a bright red streak on the horizon foretold the coming of a -beautiful day in early spring, Neil Emory galloped along the dusty road -to the race-course, and, turning in at its gates, drew rein at the door -of his trainer’s tent. - -“Has that boy come?” he asked, as his horse was led off by the groom. - -“I think so. I’ll ask Joe.” - -In a few moments the man returned, saying that both the blacksmith and -the boy had been waiting quite a while. - -Emory walked out towards the track, where a few shade trees stood, -just inside of the low fence. The trainer went to call the blacksmith, -who came from behind the stables, followed by a rather slim boy, -who stopped to chunk at some chickens pecking in the saw-dust. The -youngster stood a little apart, ten or twelve yards off, and threw -clods of earth at them, laughing a trifle when one was struck. - -“Is that the lad?” asked Emory. - -“Yes, sir,” replied the blacksmith, a broad-shouldered, dark-haired -specimen of humanity. - -“What is your name?” asked Emory, taking out his note-book. “I want to -know it and the boy’s, too, for this is a business transaction, and I -am offering a pretty large reward to the fellow who rides this race--a -couple of thousand for the run and a hundred dollars for every race he -wins.” - -“My name is Jess Peleg; the lad we call Jack.” - -“Jack what?” demanded Emory, pausing with his pencil in his hand. “I -must know how to write the check, if the fellow isn’t killed.” - -“Jack Lacy,” replied the blacksmith. “Shall he try the stallion to-day, -sir?” - -“Yes, yes, of course; right away!” exclaimed Emory. “This is Thursday, -and we’ve only till Monday to get him used to the lad. Bring out the -rascal,” he added, turning to his groom, who was close at hand. - -Quite a little crowd of jockeys and retainers had collected and stood -by to watch the trial of a new hand on this wonderful horse. There was -perfect silence. How would he succeed? - -The lad still chunked the chickens. The stable door flew open, and -the horse came out, trotting and snorting a little and holding up his -beautiful head to sniff the morning air. He was a rich chestnut sorrel, -rather over-sized; limbs long and supple as a deer’s, throat slightly -arched, a mane as wavy and bronzed as Gwendoline’s hair. His blanket -removed, after walking him a little the saddle was put on, all quietly -enough. - -“Jack,” said Peleg, “come here.” - -The boy rubbed his soiled hands over his face, and, sticking them into -his pockets, walked slowly up. He wore a suit of common clothes and a -battered hat. His hair was black, curling close to his head, and his -face very dirty. The blacksmith went up and whispered something to him. -The boy looked at Emory from under his hat and nodded. - -“He wants a little cash,” said Peleg. “He hasn’t any jockey clothes.” - -“All right,” replied Neil, “but I’ve only a five dollar gold-piece with -me; will he take that?” - -So saying, he tossed the coin towards the boy, who caught it in his -hand, put it between his white teeth and then, with a low chuckle, -slipped it into his pocket. The horse was now ready. The lad came -alongside of him, took the reins in his right hand, and, putting his -left under the animal’s mane, began to pass it slowly towards his ears. -As he did so, the horse lowered his head and gave a quivering neigh. -The boy’s hand went softly around his forehead, then crept down his -nose and rested for a moment over his nostrils, as he brought his mouth -close to his ear as if breathing therein, and again the horse neighed. -Then, putting his foot in the stirrup, the lad swung himself into the -saddle, and, gathering up the reins, walked the racer off. - -“Hiogh-dough!” laughed the groom. - -The walk became a trot, and soon the soft dust rose as he galloped -gently around the track. Again he passed, going a little faster, and -then they saw but a flying streak, which, as it neared the turn, came -down the quarter stretch like a whirlwind, the beautiful neck straight -out and the rider on the horse’s back as firm as a young Indian. - -“At last!” sighed Emory, as he folded his arms across his breast. “Now -we will give them a race!” - -“Yes,” said the voice of the blacksmith at his side, “and such a race -as they never saw before!” - -“If he wins,” exclaimed Neil, “I’ll give you the finest anvil that’s to -be bought, Peleg.” - -“Book that,” said the man, “for he’ll win!” and the stallion came in on -his home gallop. - -The sun was gilding the steeples of the city when Emory rode home. His -iron-gray bounded lightly beneath the saddle and came down to a soft, -cool walk as his hoofs struck the first stones. - -“And if I win,” said the rider to himself, “how shall I be rewarded?” - -Did he remember, two years before, when he looked so coldly on -Gwendoline Gwinn as she stood beside that lovely dark-haired cousin, -who had won, at least, his hand? Did he recall the bright hours of his -boyhood, when that tall, lithe, red-haired girl romped at his side and -seemed to possess so little claim to the beauty she now showed to the -world? Had she, indeed, loved him when he returned home from abroad, -and found her so regal a woman? Or, was it only a trap to catch a proud -heart and toss it to another? God knows! and, perhaps, the beautiful -devil, once his wife--really his wife--could answer. Wealth! Who has -not felt its power? Would the year of grace never end? A lie, a living, -breathing lie to the outside world! His wife still lived, and he, too, -lived on, and link upon link the chains gathered around him. One word -and it would be done, one look and it would be over! One embrace, one -kiss of the soul’s passion and hell would yawn--yet, with so glorious a -heaven, would the depths be as nothing! - -And so, in the early morning, he rode, seeking at last the brightness -of his chambers to draw down the blinds and pace back and forth like a -yellow lion in its cage. - - * * * * * - -Mrs. Gwinn came into her sitting-room and rang the bell for her maid, -who, just then, passed the door, hurrying to the kitchen. - -“Where are you going, Alice?” she asked. - -“Oh! ma’am, the hot water pipes are out of order, and I am going below -for some warm water for Miss Gwendoline’s bath.” - -“Hot water!” cried the mother, “on such a warm day? You know Miss Gwinn -always takes a cold bath.” - -“But, mamma,” said a voice from above, “I feel awfully lazy this -morning, and you know there’s nothing requires so much exertion as a -cold bath; besides, it was always your idea and not mine. Do let me -have my own way occasionally!” - -“Her own way,” thought her mother--“that she has very often,” and she -glanced at the vision above her, in its flowing pink wrapper, the fair -arms resting on the balusters and the tumbled bronze hair falling on -her shoulders. Then, closing her sitting-room door, she shut her eyes -for a moment, and, placing her hand over them, to exclude all but her -thoughts, said aloud: - -“Yes, Gwendoline must marry for money--she is too beautiful for a -cottage--and we sell our idols high.” - -When Gwendoline was dressed, she came downstairs and greeted her -mother. She wore a long white morning dress, trimmed with lace and -ribbon; and very lovely she looked, as she sank upon the sofa in the -middle of the room. - -“Did you enjoy the reception, Gwendoline?” - -“Not a great deal,” answered her daughter. “I got tired of Clayton.” - -“But not of Col. Coutell?” asked Mrs. Gwinn, eagerly. - -“Yes, rather. Don’t you think he is a little old, and far too stately -in his ways?” and the girl looked in a careless, listless manner across -the room. - -“Gwendoline!” exclaimed her mother, sharply. “This is folly! You know -that Col. Coutell is deeply in love with you and has spoken to me of -his desire to make you his wife. He is one of the wealthiest of men, -and you are aware that your father left us but a bare competency. Can -you, for a moment, dream of the luxury of a love match--you, with your -idle society ways--you, who loll away the early morn and play with the -midnight hours? Oh! no, my daughter; you must marry for a bed of roses, -with a gilded canopy!” and the handsome woman, who herself had enjoyed -all this, rose and crossed the room to where her daughter sat, placing -her white hand on the girl’s shoulder, with a sarcastic laugh. - -Gwendoline sprang to her feet, tossing her tawny mane, as she shook off -her mother’s hand. - -“Mamma!” she exclaimed, “this is too much! I will not be bartered for -like a Virginia slave! I am weary, weary of it all, and I can stand it -no longer! Why should I marry at all?” - -“Why?” said her mother, waving her white hand slowly back and forth. -“Why, Gwendoline, for a very simple reason--you cannot help it! My -dear, you are hardly the woman to fill the role of an old maid. No, no, -there is too much fire there!” Then, as she walked slowly to the end of -the room, she murmured below her breath, “Latent heat!” - -The girl had thrown herself into a chair beside the window. Just then a -servant entered with a note for Mrs. Gwinn, who, having read it, passed -it to her daughter. - -“Well, will you accept?” - -It seemed a long while, but at last an answer came. - -“Yes, I will go, mamma, and I will try to be as agreeable as possible. -I want to please you, just now. I dare say it will be all right in -the end.” A smile crept slowly over the lips of the speaker, and she -repeated, quite low, “In the end!” - -And so the note was answered, accepting Col. Coutell’s invitation to -Miss Gwinn for a ride on horseback that afternoon--a gallop on her own -little mare, the one relic of departed glory. When her mother left the -room a few minutes later, the girl turned her head as she lay back in -her chair, and looked around the pretty parlor, a dainty little place, -with brightness over all. The cottage piano stood open and a piece of -new music was on the rack--she played a little, now and then. On the -wall, over the instrument, hung a colored crayon picture of a little -gray poodle, holding a handkerchief in his mouth--a jolly face, with -big brown eyes, over which the fluffy hair hung. There was a landscape -at the back, and in the distance a brown mare and colt were grazing. - -“Poor little Fluffy,” murmured the girl, “how he loved me--and they are -all gone!” - -Her face grew inexpressibly sad as she gazed on the portrait. That day, -after dinner, as they sat for awhile in the parlor, Mrs. Gwinn remarked: - -“Gwendoline, that picture’s the only ugly thing in here.” - -Next morning it hung in Gwendoline’s own room. - -Emory met the pair later in the evening, returning from their ride, -and it seemed to him that never had Gwendoline looked so beautiful, -her dark green habit fitting to perfection and the loveliness of her -soft eyes enhanced by the glow of health on her cheek. They were riding -slowly through the park and stopped for a moment to speak to him. -The tall form of the Colonel showed well on horseback, and, in the -gathering twilight, he appeared almost a young man. - -Emory received his congratulations on his success in securing a jockey. - -“I trust he will do,” said Coutell, “and we will yet see the race.” - -“Thanks,” replied Neil. “I am sure he’ll suit, though I fear somewhat -for the fellow’s life. There’s no counting on such horses.” - -“I’ll be in at the death!” cried Gwendoline, as she glanced up -with--for her--a mischievous smile. - -“Nay,” said Emory, “I hope to save you that.” - -Her eyelids fell and the sun went down. - -Again ere midnight was it fated they should meet. - -There was at that time, playing in the city, an actress of some note -and of peculiar standing--a woman darkly beautiful, of good American -family and a reputation fair enough to secure her an entrée into some -of the best society wherever she went. She had paid more than one visit -to N---- and was a favorite; yet, need I say, few women liked her? - -For a week or so, she had held sway at the theatre and that night was -to witness her crowning success. Lovers she had in plenty--pure love -they called their infatuation. Her manager was very careful of her, and -she shone forth a “Goddess among men.” The world of our city had given -her some fond admirers, and among those said to be the most ardent -was Neil Emory, who, report stated, knew her, in other places, years -before. That he had bent with warmth above her chair at the receptions, -and almost rested his blond moustache on her white shoulders, was true. -That he had met her behind the scenes and wrapped her shawl about her -at the exposed wings and, once, perhaps, driven her home in his coupé -were also true. That she had staked her jewels and even money upon his -racer were not denied, and that night, when the wealth and beauty of -N---- assembled to witness her final triumph, many eyes and glasses -were directed towards the tall form that alone occupied the left-hand -proscenium box. Opposite, a lively party sat, the box on the right -being tenanted by Mrs. Dale, Gwendoline, Mrs. Gwinn, Clayton and the -inseparable Col. Coutell. The play was a bewitching one, and continuous -rounds of applause greeted the great actress, Cassandra Clovis, “she -who inflames with love.” Yes, surely, to see her was to be inflamed; -yet modesty was her role--trains and dress not too décolletée were her -robes. Those who gazed upon the hidden charms could but wonder and -sleep thus; and so, with glimmer and light, and flowers and jewels, -while the air was stirred by the flutter of perfumed fans, the play -went on. Down sped the curtain upon the fourth act; but one remained, -and when the orchestra had thundered out its last notes, the curtain -slowly rolled up and revealed a scene new to all--a beautiful garden, -not the old garden set upon which N---- had so often gazed, but a -complete revelation of the beauties of nature--fountains of real water, -real roses, all as perfect as an artist could make it; and, as the play -went on with only a little change here and there, at last came the -climax. There advanced adown the marble steps, portrayed at the back of -the stage, a party of gay maskers. They were from the ball beyond. - -“Ah!” exclaimed one, “they tell me that the fair Cecilia will excel -herself to-night. Her costume is to be something marvelous--one to -captivate.” - -“Yes!” said a second, “to hold and fetter all.” - -“Even him!” said a third. - -And as they thus spoke and grouped themselves about the stage the music -softly arose and from beyond the trees and through the vines came a -form. Slowly descending the steps, her long green mantle dropping from -her shoulders, came Cecilia. The beautiful dress in Roman style clung -about her supple figure and as she neared the footlights she turned to -their full blaze her right side, where, caught nearly to the hip, was -the soft white fabric, exposing to view her exquisite limb, clothed in -the palest of pink stockinet, while glittering with a thousand gems, a -natural sized horse-shoe held the folds of her garment. - -The house rang with applause from the men, in which the women but -faintly joined. From the right-hand box a fleeting something fell, and, -stooping with wondrous grace, Clovis raised a mammoth bunch of violets, -pressed it to her lips, and then, with an upward glance, placed it in -the horse-shoe, where it hung, the loosened flowers dropping upon the -pink below as she moved across the stage. - -The passion flush that was for an instant upon Emory’s face must have -reflected its sunset in the opposite box, for a white hand suddenly -drew back the lace curtains and Gwendoline’s beautiful visage, -flame-colored, flashed for a moment; and Neil could not avoid meeting -the eyes that sought his own, or escape the slow smile that crept over -the lips--a cruel smile, he thought, a cold and cruel smile, that had -within itself the commencement of a devil’s laugh. - - - - -CHAPTER III. SHE WHO INFLAMES WITH LOVE. - - -Cassandra Clovis arose late the next morning, and, after a refreshing -bath, made an elaborate toilet and went out for a drive. She stopped -on her return and brought home the one woman for whom she cared, Kitty -Mays by name, a person who deserves a brief mention in these pages. - -In appearance Kitty Mays was exactly the opposite of the actress. She -was exceedingly small, with a face so surrounded by flying, fluffy -blond hair as to be almost invisible, while a fluttering, restless -movement of head and shoulders, arms and body, made the occasion rare -when one could tell whether she was pretty or not. And yet she was -pretty. Sometimes, suddenly checking her movements, she would raise her -face, and, throwing back her head, open her beautiful mouth and give -vent to laughter long and rippling as a child’s, while the color came -into her cheeks and her eyes grew bright and large with mirth. Thus -it was that on and off the stage people went to hear “Kitty’s laugh,” -carrying home the remembrance of its bell-echo ripple. Was she daft? -Some thought so. Who had ever known her to say or do anything bright? -Was it that Clovis kept her seated on her train to echo her smiles? Was -that laugh artificial? You must wait and see. I shall help you all I -can. - -When they had sent away the carriage and laid their hats aside, they -ordered a lunch, with wine. Kitty sat curled up on a sofa, but with -characteristic restlessness was tossing pieces of bread in the air and -trying to catch them in her mouth, her shaggy head bobbing to and fro -like a yellow poodle’s. - -“Stop!” said Clovis; “you make me nervous.” - -“Just one more time!” cried Kitty. “I’m sure to catch the next.” - -Again and again the white flakes flew up and down; at last, one fell in -the rosy mouth and the white teeth closed. - -“Ha! ha! ha!” and the silver bells rang. - -“Bravo!” cried a voice at the door. “May I come in? I couldn’t make any -one hear, so I strolled this way. Say, now, did you leave the door open -on purpose?” - -“Go away,” said Kitty. “We don’t want you. We are having a private -rehearsal.” - -“So I perceive; but I want to be admitted. Do, Miss Clovis, ask me to -have a glass of wine. I have so many things to tell you.” - -“Of course, of course,” she replied, as she rose and rang the bell for -another glass, and so Reginald Gray came in. - -“Catch!” said Kitty, throwing him a piece of bread. He caught it in his -hand. - -“Not that way--like a dog!” and she held up another piece. - -“Be quiet,” said Clovis, “and go away, Kitty! You may come back -directly.” - -The girl sprang from the sofa, and, without a word, went into the next -room, closing the door after her. - -“Well!” said Cassandra, “what did he think of it?” - -“He--was--shocked!” and her companion leaned back, putting the tips of -his fingers together. - -“Tut! What did he say? Tell me--I really want to know!” and she tapped -her foot on the carpet. - -“A great many things; among them that--that he was surprised and--and -bewildered--by--er--er--the brilliancy of the horse-shoe. By the by, -would you like a mate for it?” and he caught her by the wrist as she -held up her hand, lapping some wine from its rosy hollow. - -“Be careful, or you’ll spill it! There!” and she threw it in his face, -laughing, though her eyes flashed. - -He put his handkerchief up, removed it and looked a trifle angry; then -he walked over to where she stood, and, catching her by both hands, -imprisoned them behind her and kissed her on the mouth. - -“That’s all you’ll ever get,” she hissed through her teeth. - -“That’s all I want!” and he released her. - -“What do you mean?” she asked. - -“Ask Emory, when you are ready for a pair of diamond horse-shoes,” and -he took up his hat. - -“You may tell him that when Cliquot wins I’ll be ready; and you may -give him my love, and say anything else you choose quite safely, for I -am sure his horse will never reach the goal.” - -She didn’t look at all amiable as she walked to the window, where she -caught hold of the tassel of the shade, running it up and down in a -restless way, with her back to her companion. - -“Good-bye!” and in a moment he was gone. - -“Kitty, come here!” - -She threw open the door, and the girl appeared, blowing bubbles. - -“There! that’s Coutell!” and it broke. “That’s Gray!” and it broke. -“That’s Emory!--and it breaks on your shoulder!” Again the laugh, -rippling through the room with bell-like music. - -“Pshaw! listen to me. That man kissed me!” - -“Ah! Did he hug you too?” and Kitty shook her mane and shrugged her -shoulders. - -“No!” - -“Then he must have been intoxicated!” and the little woman hummed a -tune, as she clicked time with an empty glass that stood on the table. - -Clovis took up a bottle of red wine and filled one of the glasses. - -“Goodness! it looks like blood!” cried Kitty. - -“Does it? Watch then!” and catching up her skirts the beautiful woman -exposed her well-formed and graceful limb far above the knee clothed in -a dainty cream-colored stocking. Lifting her foot to a stool, she bent -over and slowly poured the garnet stream down her leg, whence it flowed -in a long, irregular line to the floor. - -It was a lovely picture, as she stood in her rich dress, staining the -purity of her skin with so costly a bath. Thus thought Reginald Gray, -who had paused for a moment in the passage beyond the door, and drew -back, pale with emotion, as he gazed upon the scene before him. - -“Gracious!” exclaimed Kitty, springing forward, and turning her back to -the opening, “I never felt such a draught!” - -Her skirts flew out beyond her, and the door closed with a bang. - - - - -CHAPTER IV. “OUT FROM THE GOLDEN DAY.” - - -Yes, Neil Emory was a married man and a man with a scandal, but a -scandal so hushed and screened by law and friends as to be almost -forgotten. - -One day the beautiful woman who bore his name went away from him. You -know many such stories. I wish I could make this a new one. Perhaps it -is a little different from the hackneyed tales of the dashing lover, -who finally deserts his sweetheart, etc., etc., for this woman rose -in the brightness of a May morn, dressed herself for traveling, and, -with satchel in hand, walked into her husband’s study and told him that -she no longer loved him; that, in fact, she never had loved him, nor -ever would. It might be she cared for another; and she was going away -forever. At the end of a year, she hoped he would divorce her. No! she -would listen to nothing he might say. Should he compel her to remain -he must bear the consequences. Who was the man? That he should never -know. Let her depart in peace, for she knew he did not love her any -more than she loved him. - -One year and she disappeared. The law crept slowly on--as yet no -release. “Would to God it could come another way!” And now that he had -again met Gwendoline, did he know that he loved her? If so, why rushed -the color to his cheek when the footlights flashed or the yellow dust -rose around the flying wheels of Cassandra’s coach? - -He well knew he had many rivals. What could he offer either girl or -actress, wife or sweetheart? His friend Reginald Gray was one for whom -the beautiful dark woman of the boards seemed ever to smile; but “Kitty -who laughed” was always on the alert. - -One day, as he sped swiftly down the street, a voice hailed him. -Turning, he beheld Clovis leaning from her carriage; and when he came -up, the slippered foot peeping from the lace of her dress and the blue -veil over her face were all he saw of her companion. - -“Did you get my message?” asked Clovis. - -“Yes,” he murmured, “but I knew it meant nothing.” - -“Hush!” she replied. “I want your good opinion, and I’ll have it yet!” - -Her lips closed tightly as she looked at him. - -“You know that I am a poor man, Clovis--you know that when Monday -morning comes I will be either richer by many thousands or ruined. What -will you have? A diamond horse-shoe or a worthless kiss?” - -“Neither!” said the woman. “I desire more--your name!” - -The man started back. - -“That is impossible,” he said under his breath. - -He started again, for a little bell sounded in his ears--a little -silver tinkle that must have come through the carriage as the women -drove off. - -Would he never hear from the distant lawyer who had his case in hand? -As secretly as possible he was conducting it. Gwendoline knew so -little, her mother more, perhaps, of his affairs. On what grounds -did he work? That his wife was untrue? No! That they could not live -together in peace? No! What then? Only this: she had left him and asked -for release. One year! Perhaps it would come! - -He went into his room and sat down. It was Saturday night and noisier -than usual on the street. The week had dragged slowly enough, yet he -began to dread the coming of that Monday morning, that day which would -mean so much for him. He shaded his eyes from the soft twilight, and -seemed to see it all! The hot and restless crowd, the ever-penetrating -rays of the summer sun, the quivering, panting steed--and, perhaps, the -death of another jockey in the end. - -“If this happens again,” he muttered to himself, “I’ll blow out the -infernal beast’s brains!” - -There was a knock at the door, and on opening it a telegram was placed -in his hand. Slowly he tore off the covering, thinking: “How tired I -am!” - -Yes, he was tired, so tired that the four words of the telegram that -should have brought him joy had no effect except it was to rivet him to -the spot; and there, two, three hours later, he still sat looking down -upon the carpet, where the yellow paper had fallen, with the writing -upturned, and this is what he saw: - -“Your wife is dead.” - - - - -CHAPTER V. PRETTY GOOD ARMS. - - -Dead! Gone forever “out from the golden day.” Just the release he had -dreamed of, perhaps wished for, yet hardly prayed for. Men seldom do -that; only women drop down on their knees and pour out their hearts -that way, rising sometimes to say it is all for the best. - -Emory at last rose from his chair and left his room. It was almost -midnight, and the streets were deserted when he reached the City Park. -A few steps brought him to a seat under a tree, near which a fountain -splashed, a place where he had often sat alone. - -“I’ll do as the fellow does in the novels--cool my fevered brow,” he -thought, and laughed a little, as he took off his hat, caught some -water in the hollow of his hand and wet his forehead. The laugh was -hard and hollow, and the sigh that followed it heavy and dull. Of -course, he was not sorry for what the world would call his “loss,” but -he was a sick-hearted man, disgusted with the way his life began, -horrified at the ruggedness of the path he trod. - -“I must go home and sleep, if I can; and I must see Cliquot exercised -in the morning.” - -Thus he thought; and all night he dreamed of the race and the woman he -loved. - -When he reached the track in the early morning, he saw a boy run out of -one of the stables, jump into a buggy with a man and drive away. - -“Where’s the jockey?” he asked. - -“Just left, sir,” said the groom. - -“Has he been here both days?” he inquired. - -“No sir.” - -“Why?” and Emory grew pale with anger. - -“Peleg reported him sick, sir.” - -“Stuff!” muttered the owner; “but I trust he’s all right now.” - -“I think so, sir,” said the man, “for he rode like a major to-day.” - -Sunday! How would he ever get through the hours? Go to church? No! -Never at the best of times did he love the inside of a chapel, and now -that it suggested a vision of a dead woman and flowers could he go? - -Should he tell Mrs. Gwinn of his wife’s death? - -What mattered it to her? She was now planning to marry her daughter to -a millionaire. Let Gwendoline know? Not yet! Oh! not yet! But let him -win this race--then, then the whole world might know, and Cassandra do -her worst! What was it that at times blanched his cheek as he thought -of her--“she who inflames with love?” Did he deem her a dangerous -woman? Perhaps. But what about that other--“Kitty who laughs?” - - * * * * * - -Gwendoline sat before her glass, that morning, in a blue wrapper, -with her hair down. Alice Legare, her maid, stood behind her and -softly brushed out its silken waves. It was beautiful hair, but not -long--falling only a little below her shoulders, a few tapering coils -going nearly to the waist. It grew so lovely upon that shapely head! -It is not always the wealth of hair that is attractive. A great many -women have that; but all along the brow, around the ear and back of the -neck it went wandering away as if it were a wave of light. And then the -color--rich red brown, the bronze you read about, the “sunset glow,” -and all that you see in the “Cenci” pictures. - -Alice kept brushing and toying with it; and, as she did so, she began -to think, and at last forgot to brush. Her mistress glanced up. - -“Crying again, Alice?” - -“Yes,” murmured the girl. “How can I ever thank you?” - -“You have thanked me, Alice, more than once, more than you know.” - -“So little, so very little, Miss,” she said. “I would it were more.” - -“Never mind,” replied Gwendoline; “all may yet be well. Why, you have -grown almost pretty again; and your hair is now quite as bright as -ever. See! it is just the color of mine, but it does not curl or wave.” - -“Only when I crimp it,” laughed the maid. - -“Ah! there, that’s right! I love to see you merry. Now, go. I can -finish. I am sure mamma wants you,” and Miss Gwinn gathered up her -tresses as the girl quitted the room. - -“She is almost as tall as I am, and might be my sister. How funny,” she -added, “to have a maid like that--only she isn’t half as lazy as I! -Dear, dear, how weary I am!” - -With a rippling laugh, she threw herself on a sofa and put her white -arms up over her head. She took them down directly, and, pushing up her -sleeves, patted first one, then the other. - -“Pretty good arms, pretty good arms, mon ami!” - -Then, throwing them out before her, she exclaimed: - -“Bon jour, Monsieur Emory--ha! ha! Now I will dress.” - - - - -CHAPTER VI. BACKWARDS. - - -Sunday night, and I have three pictures to show you. - -First, let us glance at the open windows of Cassandra’s reception-room. -The vine-clad balcony, behind which waved soft lace curtains, appeared -cool and inviting in the stillness of that warm, star-lit evening. Soft -rays of rosy light from shaded lamps streamed out upon the floor. - -Lying back in a large chair, in all the glory of jewels and fleecy -lace, was the lovely Clovis. Her large dark eyes had a dreamy, far-away -look, for she was thinking of the one man in all the world whom she -loved. Yes, with her whole heart, her whole soul, she loved Neil Emory. - -Years ago, let me tell it now, she ran away from home and married a -handsome, worthless fellow, who, when he died, left her nothing. She -was of English birth. Her mother was dead and her father married a -second time. An uncle, a stage manager in America, offered her a home, -which she accepted, and, for a long while, she was his housekeeper. She -was frequently at the theatre, occasionally assuming some minor part -in the play; but she was never considered an actress--she was merely a -“responsible lady.” - -One day her uncle fell sick and she was compelled to take his place. He -became almost an invalid, so it happened that for a long while she was -virtually the manager. Yet so efficiently was the business conducted -that the world never suspected the real manager was rarely behind the -scenes. - -About that time an actress of some note was engaged for thirty nights -on her uncle’s boards. When she had played fifteen nights, and each -time to an admiring audience, she caught a violent cold and lay -dangerously ill. - -Now a strange thing happened. The sick actress sent for the manager’s -niece and informed her she must take her place in the bill. There was a -wonderful resemblance between the two women; in form and feature, hair, -eyes and brow, they were alike. The almost dying woman pleaded that she -should assume her very name and finish her engagement, urging that, as -the girl had watched her performance for fifteen nights in the wings -and had even understudied the part, she ought to be able to play it. - -“Keep my engagement for me,” she begged, “for, far away over the water, -I have a little child dependent on me.” - -It would require too much space to give all the particulars, but that -night the girl walked the stage in borrowed name and robes, and, when -the curtain fell, had achieved a triumph as an actress. Such is the -public. It paid blind tribute to her and she was content. None knew the -difference. Night after night, she played her part, and long before the -thirty days expired the sick actress had passed away to the unknown -shore, bequeathing her name and glory to another. - -Thus, as Cassandra Clovis, the girl began life anew and constantly sent -to the child across the water all she needed. - -One night, the theatre at which she was playing caught fire and was -destroyed. In the red glare of the flames a woman threw herself in -front of Clovis and begged to be saved. They were in a dressing-room -beneath the stage. - -“I cannot help you!” cried Clovis. “Look to yourself!” - -“I am beside myself with fright!” the woman cried. - -Clovis seized her by the hand. - -“Quick, then, this way!” and with difficulty they reached the street -where they were safe. - -Clovis asked her companion where she would go, where were her friends -and home. - -“I have neither friends nor home!” was the reply. “He has perished in -the flames! Let me go with you!” - -Together they went, and thus it happened that Cassandra kept about her -the woman known to the world as “Kitty who laughs.” - -She was seated, that Sunday night, on a low stool, dressed in white and -blue. A bowl of water, in which were a number of beautiful flowers, -stood beside her. She was making a wreath and humming a tune. - -The flowers were to adorn their rooms next day, should Cliquot win. - -“What folly!” said Clovis. “Toss away the blossoms!” - -“Oh, no!” said the other; “we don’t fling aside full-blown roses, and -there are no buds here!” - -“I understand,” said the actress, and went on dreaming, while Kitty -sang an old song--“Did they Tell Thee I was Dead, Katy Darling?” - -Having finished the garland, she rose, and, opening a drawer, took from -it some gilt letters. - -“I might as well fix it all now,” she said; “there won’t be time -to-morrow.” - -She pushed a chair against the wall and began to tack the letters on -the paper. She had completed the name “Cliquot” in gold and was busy -arranging the wreath in the shape of a horse-shoe around it when a -voice cried: - -“Come down! come down! A most dangerous position! I really must hold -you, for I think you are growing giddy!” and she felt two hands clasp -her waist. - -“Let go, Reginald! I don’t like that!” - -“But I do!” - -Clovis looked up, angrily. - -“Stop that child’s play!” she said. “You’re always at it!” - -“Don’t you think you are a little cross to-night, Miss Clovis?” the -man asked, going over to where she sat. “It must be that, for you’re -never jealous.” - -“Of you?” - -“Hardly,” he muttered; “but wasn’t it saucy of her to be sticking that -(pointing to the decoration) in your very face?” - -“I don’t know what you mean by that!” she replied. “A lot of letters -and flowers will never bring him success!” - -“Let us see.” - -“Oh!” cried Kitty, “please don’t pun; you know it is the lowest order -of wit.” - -“I beg your pardon,” replied the young man; “I did not mean it as such.” - -“Did you come to tell us about the race to-morrow?” - -“Yes, I can tell you of it now I am here, though I really did not come -for that. You know I am fond of you myself after a fashion, Cassandra!” -and he gave her a bright, half-impudent look. - -“He’s a handsome sort of a fellow, and I wish I could have loved him!” -thought the woman. - -“Of course, you’ll both be out on the track. Everybody is going, -and there’ll be great excitement. I wish to Heaven,” he exclaimed, -whirling towards Clovis, “that you would persuade Emory to part with -that beast! He will ruin him!” - -“I persuade him! I, indeed! Are you mad? What influence has Cassandra -Clovis over your friend that you bid her do this thing? Oh, no!” - -“Perhaps Kitty has more?” - -“Bah!” said the girl, shaking her mane; “he don’t even know me!” and -she laughed, yes, laughed even longer and sweeter than usual--and the -night sped on. - - * * * * * - -In another part of the city I have a second picture for you. A young -man of dark complexion, magnificent eyes, close-cut black hair, -moustache the same color, a tall slender figure as graceful as -possible--altogether, a handsome fellow--sat in the bright light of an -unshaded gas-jet, ruthlessly tearing up old letters and throwing them -into an open grate to be fired by a match before he retired. - -The room was intensely hot, though three windows were opened to the -floor. The furniture was ordinary, the carpet worn. The door of a -bed-room stood open, and a bath-room beyond showed them to be a suite, -occupied by a person you have met before--Mr. George Clayton, a young -lawyer, who was a spendthrift and a gambler, a lover of the real -“Cliquot” and a gentleman born. The pretended lover of Gwendoline was -he and the real lover of Clovis he would be should she allow it. - -That night he was destroying all evidence of a past folly, rending -apart the tender wordings of a woman’s pen and tossing them away as -though he had never cared a straw for them. - -At length he reached the last note that lay at the bottom of the box in -company with the woman’s picture; this he opened and glanced at. A slow -smile broke over his lips. - -“A deuced handsome girl! I think I’ll keep it!” He thought the eyes and -brow lovely--who did not?--with the brown hair brushed well back. - -“I don’t think she’s breaking her heart, wherever she is!” he murmured. -“I’ve seen her but once since that night, that awful night! I hope she -enjoyed my letter of dismissal. I wonder where she is?” - -He tore the last envelope to pieces and stuffed the picture into his -coat-pocket, little dreaming how much harm it might bring him. - - * * * * * - -About a mile outside of the city stood a blacksmith’s shop, and near -by its owner’s hut. Under a large tree, in front of the door, sat the -man and his wife, enjoying the coolness denied to those who dwelt in -mansions in the city. The woman held a bundle on her lap, examining its -contents by the faint light which came through the open door. - -“Do you think they’ll fit?” asked she. - -“I told the girl to do her best, bein’ as how we couldn’t find the -lad at the right time. She had t’other pants to go by,” said Peleg, -shortly. “You can’t expect a chap to keer much how his jockey’s clothes -fits so they hangs all right.” - -“Well!” sighed the woman, “I only hopes and prays as they won’t turn -out to be his burial clothes, as you tells me it’s a mighty bad horse -he is goin’ to ride.” - -“It is a pretty bad ’un for them as don’t know nothin’ about horses; -but I guess this chap is all right. You know, Mandy, some has a way wid -a critter as you can hardly account for.” - -“Yes, so they has, so they has!” and she grew silent, as her thoughts -went back through many years. - - * * * * * - -The city’s hum grew less, and the clocks chimed the midnight hour as -the dark curtain rolled down before the footlights of the stars--to -rise again in the glory of day. - - - - -CHAPTER VII. MONDAY. - - -The eventful day had come, that day looked forward to for over a week -by all the city of N----. With opaline splendor, the sun rose over the -undulating suburbs and fell on spire and field. It promised to be a -little cool, for a slight breeze wafted a few light clouds that floated -high over the waking town. - -The race, set for two o’clock, was to be the only one. - -The crowd began to gather long before the appointed time. All along the -road could be seen vans and carts of various descriptions, traveling -in one direction. Tents containing refreshments were erected and the -pool and lemonade stands open and ready for business by noon. Throngs -of ragamuffins hung on the fences, waiting the opportunity to slip in -unnoticed. - -At one o’clock many business houses closed, and the hacks and private -carriages began to find their way to the course. - -Among the vehicles, Cassandra and her inseparable Kitty, reclining -luxuriously in the shade of a dark green-lined drag, furnished with -a pair of beautiful bay mares, drew up under a small tree near the -Judges’ stand. - -Already the field was covered with conveyances, and upon the grand -stand there was not a vacant seat. The part occupied by the ladies -looked like a bed of flowers and was beautiful to behold. - -The two horses to run against the stallion were, of course, the same -black and bay, then walking in the sunlight on a distant section of the -track. - -Emory had been in and out of the judges’ stand a dozen times. As the -bell tapped the first time, he hurried towards his stable and met the -trainer at the door. Peleg, just outside, came towards him, followed by -the groom, who carried the boy’s saddle. - -The stallion was in splendid condition. With pride his master eyed his -superb limbs and glossy coat. - -Again the bell tapped, and the race-horse was led on the track. - -As Emory passed in front of the ladies’ stand, he gave a fleeting -glance to where a well-known blue, lace covered parasol waved its -drooping fringe before the half-revealed face, which he thought he -recognized. The soft folds of a silk dress he once admired, with Paris -gloves to match, made him almost certain he knew where she sat. - -Again the bell! This time two hasty taps. A jockey in red and blue -brushed by him and ran under the judges’ stand, his saddle on his arm. - -A crier called out the horses’ names: “Black Boy! Bay Thomas! Cliquot!” - -Around the pools went the sound, repeated a hundredfold: “Black Boy! -Bay Thomas!” But ever at the name of Cliquot a yell went up and the -rabble clattered louder. - -A few last notes from the band, a tightening of girths and the constant -tapping of the bell. At length the three horses have turned and trotted -slowly up the quarter-stretch. Yellow and white are the colors worn by -the jockey who rides Black Boy, pink and green those of Bay Thomas, -while red and blue distinguish Cliquot’s. - -Cliquot was behaving well. Neil, from behind the bell, watched him -stepping softly on towards the starting post, his jockey’s back-curls -shining in the sun. Every nerve in the owner’s body quivered, and his -brain whirled to the verge of madness. Reginald Gray had hardly dared -approach him, and then only whispered a word or two. - -Now the red flag waves softly in the hands of the starter as the three -horses turn in their tracks. The bay becomes a little restless and -breaks beyond the string. By the time he is brought back again, the -black sidles in an ugly way against the fence. With his head arched, -going gently up and down, champing his bit a little, Cliquot stands, -the hand of his jockey moving back and forth under his mane. Now and -then, he slightly lifts his off foot and paws the ground. - -“Remarkable!” murmured Gray. - -“I cannot understand it,” replied his companion. - -Three or four impatient sounds from the bell, and the jockeys have -straightened themselves and made ready for the start. A word, a lick -and a click and--yes, wonderful to relate, the flag falls! Off? Yes, -really off! Whoever saw a better go! Away they speed, neck and neck! - -Two mile heats! Breathless, the people lean forward to watch them, as -they grow dimmer in the distance. Now on they come! As they near the -quarter-stretch they still keep together, and pass beneath the string -in the same order. So far, it is a beautiful race. Again they come! Men -and boys shout wildly as they see a gap, a little gap, when they turn -once more. - -“I dare not look!” said Emory. “Reg., tell me!” - -“The black is behind.” - -“And the bay?” - -Before the reply came, a flash of red went alone under the string and -the first heat was over! - -The boy sprang from the horse and tottered against the blacksmith, who -was near at hand. The yelling, surging crowd almost overpowered them. -Neil approached and asked if the boy was sick or hurt. - -“Curse it!” he swore, harshly, “don’t give in, Jack! Hold the lad up! -Here, give him this!” and he took a cup of brandy from the groom who -was about to pour it on his horse’s back and put it to the lips of the -boy, who, with a quick, low cry, broke away, dragging the blacksmith -through the dust. - -“Keep back!” yelled Jess. “He’s all right!” - -The men and boys began to collect, and he could hardly get beyond the -gate leading into the field. - -“Mr. Emory, keep that crowd back,” he cried again, “or I’ll not answer -for the consequences!” and Neil, pushing here and there, assisted -by the police, dispersed the restless, curious stragglers of the -race-course. - -Peleg threw his arm around his half-exhausted companion and hurried him -through the heat and dust to the shade, where an old buggy stood. - -The track swarmed with people, and a hundred voices took up the cry: - -“Cliquot wins! A thousand to one on Cliquot! Going, going, going, gone!” - -“Pool, sir? Pool, sir, on Cliquot?” and the air was rent with the wild -cries, oaths and bets on the stallion. - -Thirty minutes, and again the bell sounded. - -“Stop that accursed band!” yelled a big man, with five hundred on Bay -Thomas, as that nag shot by in a mad bolt around the track. - -A laugh from fifty mouths greeted him, as he went through the dust -roaring like a mad lion. - -The bell again, and once more the horses move beyond the flag, all -behaving pretty well. Cliquot’s rider is a little pale, but sitting -quite at ease in his saddle. The blacksmith walks to the starting -point, and, now and then, he and the boy speak to each other. This time -there is no trouble about the start and they are off in a moment. - -Round, as before, to the quarter-stretch; then, the black drops far -behind. - -Only the two came thundering and panting on, and, when the string is -reached, neck and neck are bay and stallion. On! together, on! How the -dust flies and the sun pours down! - -When opposite the stand, a hundred glasses are leveled at the horses, -but not a shade of difference is seen in the speed of the two. Now -they have reached the quarter-stretch. Bay Thomas’ rider uses his whip -fast and quick. Cliquot’s carries no lash, but, with his slender knees -pressed hard against his horse’s sides, with lips drawn tight above the -clenched teeth, the red jockey swings around the curve, and, as he does -so, leans over and, in a clear voice, cries: - -“Up! up! there!” - -Like an arrow from a bow, swifter than a flying cloud, with heaving -sides and quivering nostrils, the beautiful stallion rushes in to -victory! He has cleared the string, leaving the other far behind, and, -still galloping on, stops at length beyond the gate! - -With difficulty his rider turns him towards the stand. Cliquot knows he -has won. Rearing slightly and fretting a little, he is almost beyond -the control of the exhausted jockey. - -Near the fence, inside the field, Clovis had drawn her team, and one of -the mares threw up her head at the approach of the stallion. He caught -the restless movement, and, with a long, low, quivering neigh, reared -high in air, cleared the fence with a bound, and dashed towards the -mare, while his rider slid from his seat into the dust. - -In a moment twenty hands caught the horses attached to the carriage; -but Cliquot tore away, snorting and wheeling to look back as he ran. - -Emory, who had witnessed all, hastened forward, and was about to lift -the fallen jockey when the boy sprang to his feet, apparently unhurt. -The blacksmith, who seemed always at hand, reached him; but, just as -they were about to walk away, the boy sank upon his knees and covered -his face with his hands. - -“He is injured!” said Emory, who lingered by. “Where are you hurt?” he -asked, putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder. - -A low moan was the only answer. - -“Call my carriage! Quick, Peleg!” Emory said, pointing across the field. - -The boy did not stir or remove his hands till the conveyance drew up, -and then, as Emory took him in his arms, he uttered a low cry and -fainted, yes, fainted dead away, and Neil struggled into the carriage -with his burden. - -“Run for some water,” he said, turning to the man behind him. He sped -off, and when he returned the gentleman was kneeling on the floor -of the carriage, gazing like one bereft of his senses at the still, -upturned face and its wealth of bronze-colored hair. It was the -beautiful face of Gwendoline Gwinn! - -“Come away, for God’s sake, come away, sir, before she recognizes you!” -cried the blacksmith, pulling him from the vehicle. - -Emory allowed himself to be dragged out, and before he could say a word -the door was slammed and the carriage gone. - -“Only a faint, thank God!” thought Peleg, as he picked up Gwendoline’s -wig from where it had fallen when she was laid in the carriage. “She -shan’t know from me that he found her out!” and he got her home safely, -as he had often done before. - - - - -CHAPTER VIII. “MY BEAUTIFUL! MY BEAUTIFUL!” - - -Yes, Gwendoline rode the stallion, rode to victory the colt she herself -had reared. A few years back, when her father lived, he had owned the -mother of Cliquot, and, from the time the beautiful sorrel came into -the world until that dark day when misery, ruin and death settled on -their hearts and homes, the girl had caressed and fondled the lovely -creature, who, when old enough to mount, was, for her, as gentle as a -lamb. - -Over the hills of the “blue grass” country together they sped many, -many miles, Cliquot and the tall, red-haired, pale-faced girl who was -daring as a boy, reckless as an Indian, and cool and calculating beyond -her years. - -No wonder Cliquot neighed low and quivered with delight when her small -hand crept, as of old, under his mane, and the well-remembered “Up! -up!” of his coltish days rang in his ears, giving him the signal when -to do his best, that best which he had never done for any one but her. - -The picture hanging in her room ever reminded Gwendoline of those “dear -departed days.” That small rough sketch of mother and colt was taken -when she little dreamed they would ever part, or, parting, meet again -as they had done. At her father’s death, everything was sold; and she -and her mother left the place they loved so well to seek a home in a -city in another state, where she again met the horse and the man she -loved. - -By a strange fatality Emory had bought the creature, knowing nothing of -his history. By the new name given him Gwendoline did not recognize her -old “Notos” till she saw him led up on the track that dreadful day. - -That night she woke from a wild and vivid dream of once more being -seated on his back like a boy, firm and erect. She dreamed that, in -scarlet jacket and jockey cap, she rode the race and won, gaining for -the man who had been blind to the idolatry of years victory and a -purse of gold. Then and there she seized the idea. She felt that her -influence over that trembling, high-spirited steed would be as strong -as in the olden days. - -“Oh!” she murmured, “if I could but touch him! If I could but feel once -more his bounding, quivering limbs beneath my own! For that alone I -would risk my life, my beautiful! My beautiful!” - - * * * * * - -The blacksmith, Jess Peleg, who had lived on her father’s place, had -moved with them and set up his forge just outside the city limits. Here -Gwendoline often stopped in her carriage to exchange kindly greetings. - -When a little girl, she had stood for hours, watching him at his work, -while the light from the glowing coals shone on her face and hair. -Sometimes, in the twilight, the man would turn to gaze upon her, as she -lingered near; and, in the imperfect light, he would fancy it was the -face of an angel. Strange that he alone should see the coming beauty so -deeply hidden to all others who knew her! - -Peleg had a little niece, whom, with his whole heart, the rough fellow -loved, for she was his dead sister’s child. - -Her father had gone to sea and left her with him and his wife, who -lived in a cottage by the forge. There the “lady’s child” and the -“laborer’s joy” grew fond of one another and Gwendoline taught the -little Alice to read and sew and perform many other tasks. - -One day a handsome race-rider saw Alice, took a fancy to her, and, -after awhile, persuaded her to run away with him, because the -blacksmith, having heard he was a married man, forbade all intercourse -between him and Alice. - -And this is why Peleg grieved sorely and pined at his work. - -But the red-haired girl remained his friend, and, after a long, -troublesome time, found poor Alice and brought her home. Her husband by -this time had deserted her, leaving her lonely and broken-hearted. So -grateful were both the blacksmith and his niece that, when Gwendoline -took the girl to be her maid, her uncle followed, to be near them in -the city of N----; and, when Gwendoline was fired with the thought of -her daring scheme, it was Peleg who aided her and Alice who saw her to -and from the shop, and, at last, on the day of the race, sat amid the -ladies on the stand, dressed in her mistress’ clothes, sporting her -gloves and her parasol, and, with a veil over her face, was a silent -witness of her lady’s triumph. - -And this man, Neil Emory, is married. She knows he is bound to another. -Why has she done this for him? Can it be for love? - -Yes! for love her hands guided his flying steed to the mine of wealth. -For love her “pretty good arms” held in check the reins of fortune, -only to slacken them when the prize was won. - -Now she lay back amid her pillows at ease and laughed at the world and -her mother, who called her “lazy.” - -Where is her energy now? Gone? No! oh, no! but she can be quite as lazy -as ever now, and so the beautiful, tall, supple girl stretches out her -graceful limbs on the downy couch, with the same ease that the racer -does his on the greensward. - -“How glad I am that he does not know!” she thought. She was not -aware Neil had discovered her, for, when she opened her eyes in the -carriage, Peleg alone was with her; and, when they drew up before the -blacksmith’s cottage, her hair was again under her black wig, and she -was able to alight and enter, leaving him to return thanks by the -driver. - -She was lying on the little bed in the back room of this humble home -when Alice appeared with her garments, as usual. Her carriage stood a -short distance off, under some trees, and it was not long before she -appeared in her own dress, looking tall and stately, and, with her -faithful maid, drove home, through the gloom. - -Mrs. Gwinn had not gone to the race. She never attended races; in fact, -she had preferred to spend the day with a friend. - -When Gwendoline entered her own room, she walked over to where the -picture of the stallion hung. Taking it down, she pressed it to her -bosom, saying: - -“God bless you, my darling! God bless you, my beautiful! You never ran -like that before--and may never do so again!” - -Then, with Alice’s assistance, she undressed, and, after a refreshing -warm bath, wrapped about her a long, cool, white robe and threw herself -on a low couch, saying softly over and over, as the pent up tears fell -slowly down her cheeks: - -“For thee I did it--for thee! Farewell, my beautiful! my beautiful!” - - - - -CHAPTER IX. THE CHINK OF GOLD. - - -When the carriage containing Gwendoline and her companion had passed -the outer gate, Neil Emory started forward like one mad, and hastened -towards the highway. - -“Where are you going?” said a voice, and a hand was laid on his arm. - -“Hail that carriage!” he shouted, without looking round. But it was far -beyond the reach of human voice. Then he gazed about him and saw his -friend Gray at his elbow. - -“I’ve been watching you,” said he, “and I saw you put the boy in the -carriage. I dare say he’s all right. Peleg is a pretty good fellow, -and he’s well-known on the track. Only a faint, was it? You ought to -be glad the buck wasn’t killed. Come!” and he slipped his arm in his -friend’s. “I see they’ve caught Cliquot; but the rascal is neighing -and plunging worse than ever. I say, Emory!” as they walked on, “he’s -brought you in a tremendous pile, but, if you don’t secure the services -of that last jockey, you’d better part with the animal!” - -Part with Cliquot! The words rang in his ears. Part with him now? Not -for ten thousand worlds! Not for ten million jockeys! Had she not -ridden him? Thank God! no one but himself knew. No one saw the sweet -face of his love beneath the dark hair and scarlet cap. His alone the -secret denied even to her. He would hug it, with that other, to his -breast, and overpower her in his joy! Soon, ah! how soon might it, -could it be? - -Half-dazed and bewildered, he walked to the stand. The excitement was -nearly over. Bets were being settled, and the pool-rooms were empty. As -he came up, many hands grasped his and handkerchiefs waved, and kisses -were thrown from the women above. - -They were putting Clovis’ mares back into the carriage, and she was -preparing to leave. She raised her veil, and turned her dark eyes upon -him--those beautiful orbs so full of fire usually, now so filled with -the tender light of love for him. Can he resist them, even at this -moment when his own heart is stirred with a passion which well nigh -stops its beating? - -He raised his hat, went over to where she sat, and, taking her -outstretched hand in his, said: - -“I feel that I have your congratulations.” - -“You have, indeed,” she whispered; “and--and--the boy?--he was not -hurt?” - -“No! thank God!” How hoarse and low his voice sounded; and the woman -at his side saw what he did not--a tear fall on the ungloved hand that -went up to her veil as he walked away. - -Gray met him on the road to his stable. - -“The heaviest loser here to-day is Clayton,” he said. “I never saw a -more upset man. Of course, he swears there was foul play and is making -himself generally disagreeable. He has been drinking champagne by the -quart for days. Last night he was up with Bob and others till a late -hour. I went to his rooms about midnight and found them. A blaze was -dancing up the grate, where he was destroying some old love letters. -I got Bob home, for I knew Selina wouldn’t like to hear of it. The -others kept it up; and to-day the same party have had ice and wine for -hours in the reception-rooms. I hope you won’t have any trouble with -him, Neil. I should not like you to meet him just now, for the sake -of----well, for a good many reasons,” he concluded, hastily. - -“Never fear,” said his companion, with a smile. Ah! that slow, -beautiful smile that had won him so many women’s hearts. - -A couple of grooms were busy scraping and rubbing down his horse, -which, in no very amiable mood, was having his jaws forced open by the -wet sponge and the sweat cleaned from his sides. - -“Did he hurt either of the mares, or frighten the ladies much?” Neil -inquired. - -“He made one of the mares break a trace, and gave her a pretty good -lick on the shoulder, that’ll make her limp awhile; but the ladies, -sir!--they behaved finely--we quite admired them. Be quiet there!” he -called, as Cliquot kicked out, just missing the man’s arm. “I declare, -Mr. Emory, it’s as much as one’s life is worth to groom such a horse as -this.” - -“Well! so it is--there! that’s for your risk; something extra,” and -he handed him a five-dollar gold-piece. “Take lots of care of him, my -man,” he called out as he departed. - -“What extravagance!” exclaimed Reginald. - -“That’s my mood, just at present,” and Neil laughed. - -Reginald was right in thinking George Clayton would give Emory some -trouble if they met. Like all cowards, he was a dangerous fellow when -aroused by wine. His dark, handsome face looked like a demon’s, as he -came out of the pool-room, holding his hat in one hand, while he ran -the other back and forth through his hair, and swung his long limbs -across the track. - -“Don’t talk so loudly,” said one of his friends; “there’s Emory!” - -“Just what I want,” cried the young man, in a violent manner, going up -to where Neil stood, waiting for a hack to take his friend and himself -home. - -Neil had turned at the sound of his name, and now, with his cool, calm -face, confronted the speaker, whose visage was inflamed by passion and -wine. - -“Well,” he said, “what do you want?” - -“A settlement of this infernal business!” - -“What do you mean?” and the blond man straightened himself a trifle. - -“I mean, Mr. Emory,” and he leaned over and shouted the words in his -ear, “the way your cursed jockey rode! I call it----” - -A cloud of dust and a falling, bleeding man, with his lip cut open, -were all the spectators saw. There was a cry of, “For God’s sake, -Emory, enough! enough!” and Reginald, with some of his friends, -hurried him away, while the dust-covered, blood-stained face of -Clayton was shut out from their view by the crowd. - -The hack drove up, and Emory and his friend made their way to it. Not a -word was spoken, and in silence they returned to the city. - -The sun was low in the horizon and the lights in the streets began to -glitter as they reached home. - -“I wish I’d killed him,” said Neil, “so it would all be over!” - -“Do you think he’ll fight?” asked Gray. - -“Yes,” responded Emory, “when he gets intoxicated again.” - -“Oh! by the bye, old fellow, here’s a photo I picked up from the -ground. Does it happen to belong to you?” and Gray took from his pocket -the picture that Clayton had thrust into his the night before, and -handed it to Emory. - -One glance, one swift, penetrating glance, and he knew her. - -This then was the man for whom she had left him! This was the cur who -had escaped him! Would no peace come for him? Was his life ever to be -one of dramatic disclosures and startling episodes? - -“Reginald,” he asked, “don’t you know her?” and he held the picture -under the gaslight, as they stood in the room. - -“Your wife!” and the staring eyes of his friend met his. - -“Yes, Reg.,--and--I didn’t kill him! It came from his pocket. I saw it -fall, with some papers, when I caught hold of his coat and held him as -I cut his accursed lip open.” - -He went over to the window to hide his face, and a dead one rose before -him. - -“Shall I tell him?” he thought. Yes, he would; for in time all would -know. Going back to the table, where he had thrown the picture, he took -it up, and, turning to his friend, said, simply: - -“She is dead, Reginald, and--I forgive her. Leave me, old boy, I would -be alone.” And the door soon closed behind departing footsteps. - -Alone with his thoughts, he folded his arms in his old way, and walked -up and down the long room. Once, as he passed before a handsome -sideboard, he stopped, and, taking a decanter of brandy from a shelf, -poured some into a tumbler and drank it. - -“My first drink in an age!” he thought. - -The strong liquor stirred his cold and stagnant blood, and soon a glow -showed itself on his cheeks. - -“I needed it,” he thought; “my very heart was getting chilled.” - -He rang the bell for his servant, who, when he came, was told to order -a supper sent from a restaurant. - -“I cannot face a crowd--no, not to-night. I must think and be alone, -and sleep if I can.” - -So he waited for his solitary repast. - -Having partaken of it and dismissed his servant for the night, he -turned off the hot and flaring gas, opened the door of his sleeping -apartment, that the light might shine from beyond, and, drawing a chair -to the large window, pushed back the hanging curtains so the breeze -might fan his cheek and brow as he sat in the gloom. - -No doubt, the wish to rush forth to where his love lay slumbering the -hours away was strong within him; he, however, yielded not to it, but -thought: - -“Not yet, not yet will I disturb the halo that encircles her. Let the -days speed by, and the nights, though but a few, waft their bright and -fluttering pinions over us a little longer. I would not startle thee, -oh, my darling, in this hour. How careful must I be, as I unfold to her -my knowledge.” - -Thoughts like these, half-spoken to the midnight air came thick and -fast; then others crowded on his brain. - -He knew that the Gwinn’s were poor. Money! Was it for the reward--two -thousand dollars?--and he must pay it--to her! - -“No, no!” he cried aloud, springing to his feet, and pacing the room as -before. “I know not what to think, what to do!” And thus, his mind torn -by a thousand contending feelings, he passed the hours till dawn. - - - - -CHAPTER X. FALSE COURAGE. - - -Emory was finishing his toilet the next morning when his servant -knocked at the door, and, on entering, informed him that a man, giving -his name as Jess Peleg, was waiting in the ante-room to see him. Emory -soon joined him, and, leading him into the reception-hall, motioned -Peleg to a seat. - -“Thank you, sir, I won’t sit down. I’ve but a few words to say, if I -only knew how to put them up. I never was much of a talker, and I guess -I’d as well come to the point at once.” - -“Very well,” said Emory, opening a desk behind him and drawing a check -book towards him, as he dipped his pen in the ink. “You remember, it -was two thousand dollars; and here is the check made out in your name.” - -The man took it, saying: - -“Yes; and here it is in no name!” and he tore the paper into pieces -and scattered them on the floor. “I didn’t come for no pay, Mr. -Emory, I only is here to ask that you keep to yourself what you found -out yesterday. I wouldn’t tell her for the world; anyhow, sir, not -yet awhile. She has her own reason, bless her heart, for the ride she -took. I might as well make a ‘up and up’ of it, sir, for fear you’d -be gettin’ things wrong. You know--if I tell you so--that she raised -that stallion herself. The mother belonged to her father, and I was -the blacksmith on the place. So you see it weren’t no great things -for her to do, considering as how the horse knowed her so well, and -them sort is always gentle like with a woman. I’ve been raised in the -‘blue grass’ country and so has she, and what we don’t know about a -daisy cutter, ain’t worth knowing. She come to me, just after she found -out your jockey was dead, saying she knowed your stallion was her old -Notos, and says she: - -“‘Peleg, I can ride him! Peleg, I can’t abide for him to be beat! -I feel, old fellow, as if I must kick off my satins and silks, and -get astride of my darling again. Oh! I thought he was dead and gone -forever! When I saw him come on the track that day, I wanted to go down -and kiss him as I used to do!’ - -“And then she just begged me to help her do what she did. I was not -afraid of her gettin’ hurt, but found out. I don’t know if she had any -other reason than just to be on his back, and run him, as I used to see -her do, a comin’ down the pretty roads of our old home, her bright hair -a-flyin’ behind her. I don’t know if that were the only reason; but she -pleaded, with the tears in her eyes, for my help to win your race, sir! -And now please keep your money and our secret.” - -He took up his hat, and without another word bowed low to his listener, -whom he left dumb-founded. - -Keep her secret? Yes, that he would; but how long? But would she keep -it herself? Had she not already revealed it to him whom she believed -forever lost to her? - -Afar off in her rosy bower that breezy morn Gwendoline thought of him, -and her cheek grew paler at the idea that he might have discovered -her. No word or look, as yet, had betrayed her passionate love for -him. The color rushed over throat and brow, as she thought of what -she had braved for him. To give to the husband of another her heart’s -best treasure was terrible in itself; and hide it in her bosom as she -would, she failed to still those wailings, which had he heard them -would horrify him. And then to know her as she was, unsexed before his -very eyes, that, that would be the finishing stroke. That she thought -in her despair would deal her a death-blow. - -So thought Gwendoline. She murmured a prayer of thankfulness, and -blessed the brawny blacksmith, the friend of her childhood, who, she -believed, had saved her from this disgrace. - -In the meantime, while these two hearts were torn with such contending -emotions, the men at the clubs were discussing the race and its -excitement. The wonderful pluck and bravery of the young jockey were -touched upon, his grace and good riding praised, but the culminating -incident of the encounter between Emory and Clayton was the principal -theme of conversation. - -Would he resent the blow? Could he easily forget so ignoble a fall in -the dust, before a throng of men and women? Had he any excuse to plead -for such coarse and ungentlemanly conduct? - -Many and varied were the comments around the card tables, in the -reading-rooms and over the billiard cues. During four or five days -following the race, little else was talked of, friends on both sides -being anxious to arrange matters amicably. - -“Don’t trouble yourselves, my dear fellows!” said Emory on the third -evening, as he made his first appearance among them since the race. “I -think Mr. Clayton and I perfectly understand each other. I sent him a -letter this morning, which will be answered from----New York!” - -A smile went around the company. - -“Oh! pray don’t think for a moment that I am speaking derogatorily -of the gentleman in question, for I assure you I intend nothing of -the kind. On the contrary, I highly appreciate his many and untold -perfections. Still, I think it altogether unnecessary that you feel -further anxiety on this subject. It has quite settled itself--quite. -Thanks, all the same.” And, taking his hat from the rack, Neil bowed -politely and left the club. - -“Well!” exclaimed one, “so there won’t be any duel, after all!” - -“No! for I doubt if Clayton has the wherewithal to buy his false -courage!” chimed in another. - -“I say, Reginald!” said a slim young fellow, buttonholing him and -drawing him towards an open window, “I have heard that Emory is a -married man. Is there any truth in the report?” - -“Yes!” replied Gray; “but----he has lost his wife.” - -“Oh! I beg pardon! You are great friends, are you not? He’s an awfully -fine fellow, and all that. I did not ask from idle curiosity. My sister -and myself are great admirers of his, and, somehow, I didn’t like to -think of him as sailing under false colors.” - -“All right, Maury; I understand, and if you’ll just step outside, on -the balcony here, I’ll light a cigar and give you a little history.” - -They took two chairs and made themselves comfortable. - -“You see,” said Gray, leaning back and knocking the ashes from his -cigar, and, as he did so, wondering how much he ought to tell, “you -see, he was married four or five years ago to Cecile Davis, a cousin of -Miss Gwinn. Everybody thought it a love match; but I always doubted it -and wasn’t the least bit surprised when she ran away.” - -“Left him!” cried Maury, starting forward. “Why, what was the woman -made of to desert such a man as that?” - -A shrug of the shoulders was Gray’s only reply, and he continued: - -“Well, he has never seen her since. Not long ago he heard she was dead. -I wouldn’t speak of the matter generally, Maury, for I really think it -too delicate a subject to be discussed in clubs; don’t you agree with -me?” - -“I really do. Perhaps there is some one else he cares for. I wonder if -it’s the actress?” - -“No!” was the answer, “I do not think it is Clovis.” - -“Emory is a fine fellow!” exclaimed Maury, “and, if Selina wasn’t -engaged to Bob, I’d rather see her fancy him than anybody I know. But -it’s late! and my speaking of my sister reminds me that I promised to -call for her at Mrs. Dale’s where she is taking tea. By the by,” he -added, as they came down the steps of the club together, “are you going -to the garden party at Mrs. Dale’s country place? Of course, you were -invited?” - -“I dare say I’ll put in an appearance,” answered Gray, “since it’s -getting too hot for dancing.” - -“Oh! but they will dance out there,” said Maury, “and in the open air, -too.” - -“Well! when I happen to hear a good band I generally feel inclined to -take a step or two,” remarked Gray. “I am not a bit like Neil in that -respect; he thinks it an awful waste of time.” - -“But we’ll see him, at any rate; don’t you think so? And, Gray,” added -Maury, as they reached the corner where their paths diverged, “I wish -you would ask Emory to allow me to drive him out behind my team. I -heard he sent his horses back to his place to-day. I’m rather proud of -those bays of mine and want his opinion on their merits, as well as his -agreeable company. Tell him, will you? And ask him to send a reply in -the morning.” - -“Very well; no doubt he will be delighted,” and the two parted. - - - - -CHAPTER XI. A MOONLIGHT DRIVE. - - -When Emory stepped into Maury’s buggy to drive the three or four miles -into the country to Mrs. Dale’s summer home, he doubted not that he -would see Gwendoline there. They had not met since the day Cliquot won. -To say he carried a calm heart and easy mind would not be true; and, -as they neared the festive scene, he almost longed to turn his face -homeward. They had started after an early dinner, and when they arrived -most of the guests had already been several hours in the beautiful -grounds, gay with both natural and artificial bowers. Cloths stretched -for dancing, lawn tennis nets, showing their whiteness against the -green, and Chinese lanterns of every description hanging ready to be -lighted were in every direction. A few tents were pitched here and -there, and the sweet strains of an Italian band filled the air. - -During their drive out Maury endeavored in every way to make himself -agreeable to his companion, whom he found strangely silent on that -beautiful afternoon. Finally as a last resort he began to talk of his -horses, launching out most eloquently. - -“You see, my father gave them to me,” said he. “I think they are -beauties. He bought them several years ago at a sale in Kentucky. A -wealthy man died, and all his possessions were sold. They have a good -pedigree, but I don’t know their real names, so my boy just calls them -what he pleases. They don’t exactly match in color; one is a brown and -the other a blood bay; but their action is perfect.” - -“Where did your father buy them?” asked Emory, at last a little -interested. - -“From a gentleman named Gwinn. I wonder if he was any relation to our -Miss Gwinn? I have heard that she came from the same State.” - -“I think it very likely. Suppose you ask her; perhaps she can enlighten -you in regard to your horses’ names.” - -“By Joe, I will!” exclaimed Maury. “Ah! here we are! How lovely -everything looks!” - -They turned into the long drive; their horses were taken away and they -were soon amid the scene I have already described after meeting their -hostess. Maury went off in search of his sister. - -“Where’s Bob?” she asked. - -“I am sure I don’t know,” replied her brother. “Hasn’t he been here all -day? I have only just arrived. Tell me who are here.” - -“Everybody, Clovis included. I don’t know why Mrs. Dale asked her.” - -“She is very agreeable, even off the stage,” said Maury, “and there’s -nothing against her coming among us.” - -“They have been playing lawn tennis, and all that nonsense,” went on -the girl. “I hate it and I wish they would not bother me to play!” - -“Don’t you think you are a little cross, Selina?” her brother asked. - -Just then some young men came up and he was glad to get away. It was an -hour or so before he found Gwendoline. - -At last he espied her, seated beneath a bower of roses and swinging -lanterns, the sun trying to peep at her through the leaves. Two or -three young men, in tennis costumes, were collected around her, and one -lay on the grass at her feet, playing with his bat. She, too, wore a -tennis costume, for she belonged to a club and played. It was the one -thing she would do that her mother disapproved of. - -She must, at times, shake off those everlasting silks and laces, along -with her apparent indolence, and race on foot with bat and ball. - -Her suit was a close-fitting skirt and a jacket, trimmed with red, with -cap to match. “Much like the jockey’s,” she thought, as she donned it, -that morning, before the glass. She made a lovely picture, against a -background of green, as she reclined in a garden seat and sipped an -ice. The brilliant trimming of her dress enhanced the glory of her hair -and contrasted with the whiteness of her skin. - -“Oh! Miss Gwendoline, I’ve been hunting you everywhere! You know my -horses? I’ve just been told that they might have once belonged to your -father; and you, perhaps, can tell me their names,” and Maury took a -seat beside her. - -“Yes! they did belong to my father, and their names are Castor and -Pollux.” - -“Oh, indeed! and to think I never knew it before! What lovely -names!--and my boy has been calling them Dandy and Jack all this time. -Why didn’t you correct me, when I called them by those names?” he -asked, eagerly. - -“Because”--and she stooped over to swallow the last of her ice--“I -never meddle with other people’s affairs!” - -“Never?” - -She looked up quickly. Neil stood before her in a close-fitting, dark -blue Norfolk suit, with a curious smile upon his lips. She grew deadly -pale, and her eyes dropped before his for the first time. He must have -felt a little for her, for, when he spoke again, his voice trembled -somewhat. As he relieved her of the empty saucer in her lap, he said: - -“Ices always make me so cold. Do you think it a healthy thing to -do--play tennis and eat frozen cream?” - -“I don’t know,” she laughed. - -And then he turned and left her. - -“I won’t worry her any more,” he thought. - -He did not go near her again, but wandered about in an aimless way -until he came across Clovis, talking with a crowd of men. He felt too -dull and out of sorts to be entertained by her then, but paused to -shake hands across a table of refreshments. - -“Are you coming to see the last of me?” she asked. “You know it is my -third week, and we are going away then.” - -“Yes, I will be there to-morrow night,” and he was gone. - -Did he know what he would do then? Would that the veil might have been -lifted and he could have gazed, if but for a moment, on the drama fate -was even now preparing for him, to be enacted the next night. - -Slowly passing beneath the overhanging boughs, with head erect, he -pauses; while the lights from the lanterns, shining forth through the -early twilight, fall on him, he dreams alone. Think of him thus, oh, -reader! and know that after to-morrow night there will be a shadow cast -upon his life. - -Some one called him--some one touched his arm, and, turning, he beheld -Maury. - -“Emory,” said Maury, “I am going to ask a favor of you. Miss Gwinn is -willing for me to drive her home, should her mother consent. She knows -the horses, and all that. Gray has a vacant seat for you in his drag. -You won’t mind accepting it, will you, and let me take Miss Gwinn? I’d -do as much for you, any day.” - -Neil remembered the eyes that drooped beneath his own, and he didn’t -mind in the least. She was quite safe, he thought. - -“Mamma,” said Gwendoline, “I am going to drive home with Mr. Maury.” - -“Impossible!” replied the lady; “you know I never allow you to drive -with young men, especially behind strange horses.” - -The girl leaned over and whispered something in her mother’s ear. - -“That alters the case, as far as the horses are concerned.” - -“Come, come, now, Mrs. Gwinn,” said the young man, approaching, “don’t -deny your daughter the pleasure of once more riding behind her own -nags; and, you know, I am to be trusted.” - -“Quite true, my dear youth!--but how am I to explain matters to others?” - -“Oh! just say she’s going to be a bridesmaid to my sister, and we want -to talk about her dress.” - -Mrs. Gwinn laughed. - -“Well! I suppose I am overruled by that wonderful argument--but, -Gwendoline!” and she called her daughter to her side, as Maury went to -order his team--“be at home on time; remember your engagement with -Col. Coutell.” - -“I will be there at the appointed hour,” murmured the girl, looking -through the gloom. She went with her mother to bid their hostess adieu; -and, leaving her to accompany some friends home, she put her hand in -Maury’s and got into the buggy that awaited her. - -There were two exits to the grounds, and through that nearest to the -city the carriages and other conveyances were driving. - -“Go out by the lower gate,” said Gwendoline; “I have something to show -you.” - -Quite willing to take the longer route, Maury turned his horses’ heads -and softly trotted them down the rather lonely drive. It became very -lonely ere they reached the end; the overhanging boughs touched their -cheeks as they drove along this disused pathway. The lights shone in -the distance, and the dying strains of the band were faintly heard as -they drew up at the gate. - -“Stop!” said the lady beside him; “let me open it!” and, before he -could prevent her, she had sprung lightly from the vehicle. - -She stood for a moment, looking at him in the imperfect light. - -“Do you want to hear some sweet music?” she asked. - -“I have heard it all the way from the house to this place,” he said, -gallantly. - -“Nay, listen!” and she stepped to the heads of the horses, ran her hand -lightly over their faces and softly called them by name. - -A low, quivering neigh answered her. - -“They know you,” said Maury; “how sweetly it sounds!” - -She quickly opened the gate, and he drove through. It shut with a clang -behind them, and he was about to get out to help her in, when she -stopped him. - -“Never do that! Always remain seated to take care of the horses. You -can assist me quite as well from where you sit.” - -“But I thought you knew my steeds and were not afraid of them?” - -“Nor am I; but do as I tell you; my father taught me that it was right.” - -So saying, she was beside him in a moment, and they drove out into the -open moonlight. Yes! the queen of night rode high above them, shedding -her lustre upon the white turnpike that lay before them, like a sheet -of snow. Long years after, they remembered that ride--the flowery lanes -and sweet night breeze. She was happy with this slim, bright boy. His -gay talk and laughter amused her. No care for the morrow filled her -heart. She pulled off her tennis cap to catch the winds of heaven upon -her brow, and, as they sped on, the mellow ringing sound of those eight -hoofs upon the road reminded her of her old home. - -When they had gone about a mile, she turned to him and said: - -“Have you a pocket knife?” - -“Yes,” he replied. - -“Will you do me a favor?” she asked. - -“I will do anything in the world for you to-night!” he whispered, now -thoroughly in love with the beautiful woman beside him. - -“Stop the horses. Now, get down and cut those blinds off, and I’ll show -you something.” - -He obeyed at once, tossing the leathers on the road. When he was in his -seat again, she took the reins and said: - -“Wait till I get to a wider place. Ah, here is one!” - -Dropping the ribbons across the dashboard, she took out her -handkerchief and waved it to the right, seeing which the horses turned -slowly and trotted back the way they had come. Another wave to the -left; they obeyed as before, and were homeward bound. “Halt!” she -cried, and they stood like things of stone at the sound of her voice. - -“My father taught them that! Now, take the reins; you may need them in -the city. I see the lights ahead.” - -The horses’ hoofs soon sounded upon the city streets and, when he left -her, he went home to dreams such as he had never dreamed before. - - - - -CHAPTER XII. “I KNOW YOU, GWENDOLINE.” - - -“To-morrow night!” The theatre was packed. It was a benefit--Clovis’ -last performance. All N---- shone forth in its best array to bid -farewell, for at least a season, to a woman who had won from many much -applause----perhaps, from a few, some real love. The right proscenium -box was occupied by Mrs. Gwinn, her daughter, Mrs. Dale, Col. Coutell -and another gentleman. Gwendoline sat in the shadow of a curtain. She -wore a soft black lace, relieved by a bunch of crimson verbenas on the -low corsage, their sweet leaves touching her white neck. - -Emory was met on the stairway by the usher. - -“There’s not a seat to be had in the house,” he said; “but if the party -who engaged the left hand box don’t come by the second act, I’ll show -you in there, sir.” - -He stood through the act, but, when the curtain went down, the usher -came to him, saying: - -“We have just learned that the people who engaged the box are not -coming; so it’s yours, sir, for the night.” - -When he had taken his seat, he raised his opera-glass and sought for -the woman he loved. At last, he found her! How beautiful she looked -that night! He had never seen her dressed in that way before. Her -lovely arms shone like alabaster on the velvet cushions near her. Again -and again he gazed. - -“I must go to her,” he said to himself, “if but to touch her dress!” -and, when the curtain fell a second time, he knocked at the door of her -box. She started slightly as he came in and took a seat beside her. - -“Did you enjoy your drive?” - -“Oh! so much!” - -“And the horses?” he asked; “how did they go?” - -“As usual--oh!” and she caught her breath. “I never thought how they -went, I was enjoying it all so much!” - -“As usual,” he said, smiling down upon her. - -This restlessness of hers was something new to him. The play went on; -he neither saw nor heard--but one vision was before him--Gwendoline! -That beautiful head, those wondrous eyes, that white neck, those -shapely arms, that perfect form of which he had seen the outlines -beneath the flimsy covering of a boy’s suit--those charms would drive -him mad! - -The raging fire of a long pent up passion was consuming him as he gazed -upon her. And, as one in a wild and vivid dream, he gazed; the yearning -to take her unto himself was overpowering--the desire to hold to his -heart that soft, white, heaving breast and feel the quivering of that -beautiful form which had bestrode Cliquot. - -The air around became hushed and close, and a choking sensation filled -his throat. Her white, ungloved hands lay like snowflakes in her lap. -He touched them and whispered: - -“Let me see them!” - -She held them up a little. - -“God bless those hands!” he said, hoarsely. - -She drew back behind the curtains. The orchestra was playing--it was -between the acts. - -“Gwendoline!” he said, “I thank you!” - -“What do you mean?” and her frightened eyes met his. - -“Draw your chair back.” - -She did so. - -“My darling! I thank you in----Cliquot’s name!” - -What had he said that the verbenas on her neck looked so pale? At that -moment there was a slight noise from behind the stage, and in a little -while the manager stepped out in front of the curtain and addressed the -audience as follows: - -“I crave your indulgence for a few moments, as one of the actresses has -met with a slight accident. It will delay matters but a short time.” - -“Mamma,” said Gwendoline, “I should like to go home.” - -“Are you not well?” - -“Yes, yes!” hurriedly replied her daughter; “but I am tired.” - -“I dislike to have you pass through the theatre before the play is -over--to-night especially when Clovis bids farewell.” - -“Pray, Madam,” said Emory, “allow me to escort your daughter home. -Fortunately, this is the stage box and I can take her out that way,” -pointing to the stage door, “and easily obtain a hack. Indeed, if -agreeable, I will immediately order one to be at the stairs when we -come out.” - -“What say you, Col. Coutell?” and Mrs. Gwinn turned to that gentleman, -who, being deeply interested in the play, gave his consent; and Emory -hastened away to have his orders executed. The curtain was still down, -when, with Gwendoline, trembling upon his arm, he closed the door of -communication behind them, and stepped into the space beyond the wings. -Only a few actors and supernumeraries were about, but, as they made -their way along some stage paraphernalia they came directly up to the -woman who was hurt. She was sitting upon a box with a silk handkerchief -over her head. She heard them, and, pushing the hair from her face, -looked up. The bright light from the wings shone full upon her, and -they saw on her white brow a gaping cut above the eyes. - -“You!” cried Emory, catching wildly at his throat, “you!” - -“Cecile! and do you know me?” - -“Oh! yes; I know you, Gwendoline,--and how well you ride!” - -A random shot, but it told, for her cousin shrank back with the same -low moan Emory had heard on the race-course. As it smote his ear, his -frozen blood leaped into life again. - -“Hush, woman!” and, catching her arm, he crushed her to the floor. A -hollow, ugly laugh greeted him, as she twisted herself away, saying -between her teeth: - -“Did you enjoy the telegram?” - -“Your cue on!” cried the call-boy, running up behind. She rose to her -feet, quickly tossed her shaggy hair over her brow, and in a twinkling -had run upon the stage, while those two, staggering down the stairs, -heard a sound like silver bells and the applause that greeted “Kitty -who laughed.” - -Gwendoline crouched like a frightened bird in the dark corner of the -hack, as it dashed along the streets; and her companion--he, too, was -as silent as the grave. - -This then was the end! Worse for him than Gwendoline. He had believed -himself free; she had known him but in his slavery and worshiped him so. - -Bewildered, and blinded by his passion for her, that night he had well -nigh betrayed himself--and now the end! - -The carriage drew up at Mrs. Gwinn’s door, and, dismissing it, he -mounted the steps and silently pulled the bell. Before it was answered, -he took both her hands in his,--those dear hands, hanging so white and -bare beside her--took them in his own, and held them for a moment to -his bosom; then, turning up the palms, he kissed first one and then the -other passionately, saying: - -“God bless them! those brave little hands--God bless them, forever!” -and he was gone. - - * * * * * - -When Mrs. Gwinn returned home from the theatre, she found her daughter -in tears and learned from her something of what had occurred behind the -scenes. - -“How strange we never knew her, mamma, often as we have seen her act.” - -“Not at all strange,” replied her mother, who was moving about the -room, arranging things for the night. “What with her short dress, paint -and powder, dyed hair and artificial laugh, one would hardly recognize -the quiet dark girl who spent only a few short months with us, then -married Mr. Emory. I really don’t think it necessary for you to worry -about her. She has passed completely out of our lives, and it makes -little or no difference what becomes of her.” - -She did not wish to pursue the conversation further, as her mind and -inclinations were bent on the completion of the match between her -daughter and the wealthy Southerner, Col. Coutell. - -But Gwendoline persisted in talking of her cousin, as her mother moved -restlessly about the room. - -“You know they were not happy, mamma,” said the girl, in a low tone, -fraught with tears,--“and--and--I am sorry for him, the--the husband -she left.” - -“Well!” said her mother, impatiently, “he might get a divorce.” - -“Get--a--divorce!”--and the figure lying half-dressed before her -sat up, drying her eyes, and, looking in her face, with a startled -expression, exclaimed: “Am I dreaming? Did you say that?” - -“Yes,” replied Mrs. Gwinn; “I said he might get a divorce; but on what -grounds I know not.” - -She walked to the windows, shook out the curtains, straightened a chair -or two, in an aimless fashion, thinking, for the first time, that she -detected a chord in her daughter’s voice and a look of the love she had -once half-suspected that she entertained for the handsome blond who had -married her niece. - -“Might get I said, Gwendoline,” she repeated, “but such things don’t -grow on trees, as forbidden fruit does. Ah! here is Alice to undress -you. Take off your clothes and go to bed; it is better to dream than -weep.” - -Closing her door, the mother went to her couch to plan the campaign of -the morn. Weary was the woman of the struggle to keep up appearances. -Surrounded in her early youth by every luxury, she bore but -indifferently the adversities of poverty. Her daughter’s beauty had -won many admirers, but none so worthy as Col. Morris Coutell, a man -of ancient lineage, possessing large estates and living alone on his -inheritance, a home of vast proportions, where the mocking bird sang -amid the countless trees, and flowers waved their beauties in the ever -blowing breezes of the “Father of Waters.” - -To dream like this sought she her pillow, picturing Gwendoline the -mistress of all, a fit queen to reign over field and home, over master -and slave. But to that daughter came visions less charming. Into her -fitful slumber crept unwelcome images; men and women in turmoil and the -dust and glare of crowded grounds seemed ever to make for themselves a -picture on her brain, and fill the night with horrors, till dawn came -and brought with its gray garments the coldness of despair. - - - - -CHAPTER XIII. “WITHIN A WEEK.” - - -A week went by. Clovis and her troupe were gone, and the theatre closed -for the summer. She had not seen Neil before leaving, but no doubt they -would meet again in New York, as they had often done before. It was -not alone as the actress who thrilled the hearts of the little city of -N---- that he knew her. They became acquainted elsewhere, and their -meetings were many and varied. But it behooves us not to tarry to speak -of them;--suffice it to know that somewhere in the world, outside of -the hills of home, had he found her, and had given, perhaps, a little -more than passing homage to this strange woman. - -During that week he closed his apartments in town, and sent his servant -and his belongings to his country place, fifteen miles away, and in a -few days he himself took the daily train which landed him but a mile -from his door. The winding drive and rich green lawn, studded here and -there with shrubbery, formed a refreshing sight to his city-weary eyes. -The great dog who bounded to meet him received the warmest caresses; -and the soft stillness of the evening air fell like a veil of blessing -upon him, as he sat alone on his piazza. - -“Here, at least, I am happy--here, at least, I may rest.” And there -came to him, this prayer: - - “Calm me, my God, and keep me calm - While these hot breezes blow; - Be like the night dew’s healing balm - Upon my fevered brow.” - -And the picture of his mother rose before him, with her hand on his -shoulder, repeating those words, in the twilight, long ago. - -He was up in the early morning, and, mounting his gray, rode forth amid -the fields of grain. The mellow air and leaping waters of the river -beyond his door were, indeed, like unto a “healing balm” to his torn -and wounded heart. - -The sun was high in the heavens when he turned his weary steed -homeward. On his place all was in order--for that, at least, he felt -grateful. The bleating of the sheep, mingling with the soft low of the -cattle, told of prosperity. He returned by way of the stable, and went -in to look at his racer. - -“You shall run no more, my boy,” he said, lightly touching his glossy -side. “Take off his halter, and turn him loose upon the pasture, but -look well to him, lad, for I go away for months; and, as it fares with -him, so will it with you,” and, giving the reins of his horse into the -boy’s hands, he entered the house. A day or two he lingered there, then -was in the city once more. - -Peleg sang at his work, and swung his hammer over his new anvil, as -Emory greeted him one morn with: - -“Ah! I see you’ve kept the anvil, though you refused the money.” - -“Yes,” said the blacksmith, “this was a bargain, sir; I stick to that, -for I meant it when I told you to book it;--and a pretty good thing it -be! Thanks, Mr. Emory!” - -The gentleman sat himself down on a wooden bench, just inside the door, -watching the brawny, bare arms of the worker of iron go up and down in -their physical beauty, while the red light from the sparkling forge -shone brightly on his honest, ruddy face. - -“So true to her!” he thought, “and must I be less so?” Aloud, he said: -“Peleg, I am going away, perhaps, for years. Let me leave you a little -income--something to make your life a bit easier, your toil lighter.” - -“Bless you! Mr. Emory,” replied the man, “I’m as happy as a king! -There’s nothing I want--no worry comes a-nigh us now. My good woman -and me plod on together as comfortable as can be. No! no! keep your -gold. I can always make a fair living, so long as these don’t fail me,” -and he held out his splendid arms. “But I would ask a little favor of -you--just this--to let me shoe the racer, now and then, and to ask Mr. -Maury to send his bay boys here for me to tap their hoofs. You see, I -knows ’em all, and what suits ’em.” - -“That I will!” exclaimed Neil; “and, besides, I’ll leave orders for you -to do all my work, except Cliquot--you cannot shoe him.” - -“Why, sir? Him’s the one I thought on most.” - -“Because,” smiled Emory, “he runs bare-hoofed upon the paddock, old -boy!” - -And, crossing over to the blacksmith’s side, and laying his hand on his -shoulder, to keep him at his work, he said: - -“Listen to me! I shall run him never again! That race--be it the last! -Tell her I said this--and--and--no other shall ever mount him more!” - -Then, with his hat over his face, he turned and went away. - -And ever, as the glowing iron took shape beneath his blows, did the -blacksmith think: - -“I guess when a chain o’ gold has a broken link, that’s hard to mend. I -don’t know about such as them, but it seems I welds my own tighter than -they.” - -Then the sparks flew upward to the clear blue sky and the unfinished -song was taken up again. - -Another week went by, and Neil had never seen Gwendoline since that -night; nor would he do so again ere he left to wander for an indefinite -space, to travel in the old world, as he had done once before, there -to hide himself while his brain was filled with gloom and the “tiger -passions” were on him. - -The ship, with its white sails and blue smoke, that bore him away, was -fading in the sunset of a summer’s eve, when a missive from him was -placed in Gwendoline’s hand. It said: - - “I know now that I love you, and, lest I make of that love a weapon - that would destroy us both, I go away. I leave you an inheritance of - a deathless passion that, in time of need, I bid you call upon. I - know, too, what you have done, and I will carry with me, into those - distant lands wherein I seek a little solace, the image of that face, - divested of its disguise, as it lay white before me, upon the cushions - of my carriage, and those lips I dared not touch. Thank God for this, - and bid me keep this memory as one of the jewels of your priceless - heart--this one gem to wear upon my own. Farewell, and, should we meet - no more, think as I do, oh! my darling, that, if separated in this - world of strife and though our paths of brief existence lie apart, we - may hope the immortal life may seal our union in the sky. - - “NEIL EMORY.” - -Lying upon the floor of her chamber, with the letter crushed beneath -her outstretched hands, Mrs. Gwinn found Gwendoline; and as she raised -her stricken child she knew all hope had fled, and all her dreams of -that bright future, which she had planned for her daughter, faded into -nothing. - -And so after awhile the courtly suitor, being convinced that his -attentions were in vain, returned to his home, that stately mansion -where he dwelt alone; henceforth, its spacious halls and frescoed rooms -were untenanted, save by his lonely presence and the countless servants -who did his bidding. - -As he would listen in the mid-day to the sounds from his sugar house -and the whistling of his returning laborers, he longed ever for one -glimpse of a face never to be his--for a voice to be heard by him no -more. Day by day he grew older and grayer, as he sat at eve in the -shadows of the fluted columns of that broad piazza, looking towards -those golden waters, the sound of whose waves ever reached his ears, in -their ceaseless lap against the shore. But the undying pain which he -carried in his bosom gave to his mien a gentler cast and to his voice -a softer tone, rendering him a kinder friend, a more lenient master, a -truer Southern gentleman! - -Woe betide the day that deprived Gwendoline of the privilege of joining -hands with such as he, and thus anchoring her storm-tossed bark in so -secure a haven! - - - - -CHAPTER XIV. IN THE CITY OF VIOLETS. - - -To believe that the woman who could rear and ride so spirited an -animal as a thoroughbred stallion would swoon away as Gwendoline had -done is a difficult matter. But such was the case, and the mother, day -by day, saw the color fade from the cheek and the light go out from -those glorious brown eyes. Do what she would, the girl grew weaker -constantly, and when the heat of the long summer came, Mrs. Gwinn -felt her heart almost die within her. There must be a change, or, the -only thing on earth for which she now cared to live, would pass away -forever. They were not rich enough to travel, so she took her daughter -to stay with some friends in the mountains, where a little of the old -energy came back. But when the smoke from the fall fires arose in the -air above the city, Gwendoline returned to her former listlessness. So, -gathering together the remnants of her fortune, Mrs. Gwinn took her -child and maid and went to make a long sojourn in New Orleans, that -city of violets. - -At first, she could not induce her daughter to re-enter society; but -fate assisted, for one day she became acquainted with a sweet girl, -who was gifted with a wondrous voice. She could not play her own -accompaniments, however, and, as Gwendoline was a fair performer, she -often drew her into the hotel parlors to play for her. The quiet rooms -of the “Veranda” were little frequented, and many hours were spent -there by those two; and, at times, Gwendoline would be persuaded to -go with her friend elsewhere, so that she might sing her songs in the -homes of others. Little by little was she won away from herself; and, -at last, to please that mother, now so devoted a parent, she again took -her place before the world, apparently fully restored to health, beauty -and good spirits. Beauty such as hers can but attract admirers; and, -in the handsome saloons of private houses, as well as amid the public -places of amusement, did Gwendoline Gwinn again reign supreme. - -When the gayest month of the winter--February--came, it brought with -it Gray and Maury, who thought the smiles upon her lips were just -as sweet, though fraught with a sadness they had not known before. -Young Maury pressed his suit, but in vain; and, at last, he, too, went -home, a “sadder if not a wiser man.” I do not think I have ever led -you to suppose that Reginald Gray had cared for her in a lover-like -way. His place in these pages has only been that of Neil Emory’s -friend--perhaps, one of Gwendoline’s, too--and the would-be lover of -that gloriously seductive creature, Cassandra Clovis. - -“Ah, me!” he thought, “I didn’t want the embers of a heart, burned in -the furnace of her love for my friend,” and he heaved a sigh,--a rather -uncommon sound, as coming from so light a breast. - -Let us trust that he will find on earth a fitting mate, one who will -give unto him the first sweet love of her girlhood and lavish on -those bright features the purest and best of caresses. We bless you, -Reginald, and offer for you this prayer, knowing as we do the purity of -your heart, and so bid you a last farewell. - -One cold, raw evening, Gwendoline, returning from a reception, entered -her apartments through the sitting-room. She found it dark, and, -hearing Alice in the bed-chamber, passed on, and, giving her wraps -into her hands, returned to the sitting-room. She was shivering from -the cold, and, going to the fire, stirred it to a blaze. The brightness -illuminated floor and ceiling, chairs and table, falling on the black -marble of the last-mentioned article of furniture, and upon the -whiteness of a visiting card that lay like a snowflake before her, as -she stood with her back to the chimney. Leaning over, she took it up, -and turned it to the light behind her. - -She was rolling it now softly, now fiercely, between her fingers, when -her maid spoke to her, asking some questions about her wardrobe; then, -finding herself unanswered, she went again to her work of folding and -unfolding her mistress’ tumbled dresses. Presently, Gwendoline moved -and, darting into the other room, said: - -“When did this come?” and she held out the card, adding: “And did you -see him?” - -“It came some hours ago,” replied the girl; “and, yes, Miss, I did see -him for a few moments.” - -“And you never told me!” - -“How could I? I have not seen you since,” and Alice went on hanging and -putting away the dresses. - -The mistress walked in a restless manner about the room, then, stopping -in front of the girl, asked: - -“What did he say? Did he leave no message with you? Speak! Why are you -silent?” and she caught her by the wrist. - -“I am silent, Miss Gwendoline, because I do not wish to tell you what -he said, for--for--” and the girl’s voice grew low, “I do not think you -ought to have his messages--and you ought not to see him again.” - -“Impossible! I must see him, if but for a moment! I--I--have not seen -him for over six months--think, girl, of that--what a weary time!” - -“Yes! it has been a weary time--and I know what a weary time means!” -sighed her maid. - -“But the messages! Quick! Speak! Tell me what they are! I must have -them! Alice, you torture me!” and Gwendoline stood before her, clasping -and unclasping her hands in restless impatience. - -At that moment a knock sounded upon the door. She flew to it herself, -for some undefined instinct told her that it concerned the dearest -wish of her heart. True, for a note was put into her hands--only a few -words, asking when he might come. - -“I will send an answer,” she said, and the door was shut. - -She went to a desk, standing against the wall, and, turning over its -contents, dashed off a few hasty words, folded and directed the note, -looked up and met the eyes of her maid, who stood before her. - -“Do not send it, Miss Gwendoline, do not bid him come, I implore you!” - -“I shall not heed you, Alice. I must see him!” - -“Oh!” cried the girl, approaching her, “listen to me--it is -wrong--wrong! I beg you to say him nay. What will you gain by it? Say -him nay, oh! say him nay!” - -“Again I tell you I must see him!” and she started from her chair with -an impatient gesture. - -The girl threw herself upon her knees and caught her dress. - -“Oh! you do not know him!” she cried. “You have not seen him as I -have done to-day, when he spoke of you. I--I--am afraid for you, my -mistress! I tremble for you! Here, at your feet, I implore you to say -him nay!” - -Tears were in the upturned eyes and soon rolled down the cheeks--tears -were in the voice that besought her to “say him nay.” - -But the now thoroughly aroused and passionate heart heeded not the -voice. The volcano, still so long, had burst forth again. - -She tore her dress from the figure crouching at her feet, and, -thrusting the note into Alice’s reluctant hands, bade her rise and at -once go forth upon her errand, carrying those words that would bring -him to her in less than an hour. Turning at the door, the girl lifted -her hand and said: - -“Oh! Gwendoline,--let me call you so this once--pause before you -act--remember my fate--think of me!” - -“Go! go!” she cried, wildly. “I can think of nothing but him!” and, -throwing her arms out across the table before her, she buried her face -in them as the door closed. - -When the maid returned, she found her mistress tossing over the -wardrobe, looking here and there for some dress to suit her fancy. - -“Make me beautiful, oh! make me beautiful!” she ever murmured, as Alice -stood, with trembling heart and hands, to do her bidding. At last, -she was ready. She had selected a white directoire of soft material, -clinging to her form, falling from her shoulders in graceful folds -and open at the throat to show the whiteness of her skin. No jewelry -of any kind adorned her person, and she looked like a lovely statue as -she stood in the subdued light of her sitting-room, waiting for the -footsteps she had thought never to hear again. - -Alice, lingering in the passage, opened the door to him; then she -slipped away to solitude and tears. - -Gwendoline, with one hand resting upon the mantle, turned her beautiful -face, and, stretching out the other, greeted him. - -“I bid you welcome,” she said, softly, “back to America.” - -“And you,” he asked, “have you been well?” - -“Not always,” she murmured. - -The fire-light was the brightest in the room,--the lamp behind them -worried him with its dimness. He arose and turned the wick higher. - -“Now, I can see you better--do you pardon the act? It is so long since -I have looked upon your face, Gwendoline,” and he reseated himself and -drew his chair close beside her. - -She rested her head back against the cushions behind her, and sighed a -little. - -“This is boy’s play,” thought Emory. “I must speak!” Then he said -aloud: “Gwendoline, you know what has brought me--I cannot live without -you! This I have come home to say. How fares it with you?” - -The lace on her bosom rose and fell, while the white hands were -clasping and unclasping, in a silent, anguished way. - -“Speak to me!” whispered her lover, bending over her; “say that you -feel as I do--let me have from those lips the assurance that ’tis not -mine alone, this love that consumes.” - -Rising slowly from her seat, Gwendoline stood for a moment, swaying her -tall form back and forth, with outstretched hands, moaning aloud. He -took those hands between his own, and again besought her to speak. - -“What would you?” she cried, with flame-covered cheeks. “Are you free?” - -“Yes! but not as you think--not free as the world would deem me--but -free to love you and you alone! Of every thought, where other women -are concerned, I am free! Gwendoline!” he cried, passionately, “give -yourself to me! Say, am I not everything to you?” and he drew her -towards him. - -She felt his arms about her, his hot and panting breath upon her cheek, -and her heart grew wild within her. - -“Not free! not free!” she moaned once more. “Oh! Neil, I know not what -to do!” - -“Do as I bid you!” His gestures were almost rough in their passion. -“One word--will you be mine, and mine alone?” - -Still she shrank from him, trembling, afraid to speak. He threw himself -before her in a hurricane of passion, and caught her to his breast. - -“Tell me, shall I come again?--and when I do, what shall it be?” His -voice had grown hoarse and low as he crushed her to his side. Her -answer reached him, and he knew then that for them both Heaven would -smile, though Hell be at their feet when he came again. - - - - -CHAPTER XV. “SOFT AS ZEPHYR.” - - -And, even then, in the “City of Violets,” life went on; even then the -soft waters flowed against the shore, or, going out to the ocean, -carried upon their bosom the stately ships, laden with spoils, and -hearts both sad and gay. The sun rose, to set again in the west, just -the same as ever; and music was on the streets, while flowers and -lights were everywhere. - -If there were any other two, in all that seductive place, who felt like -these two of whom we write, it mattered not to them. The days sped on -alike, and the nights, not a few, came and went, shaking their starry -banners over river and town; and yet, they had not met; though she knew -the day was not far distant when he would “come again.” - -Engagements of every kind filled her outward existence, and her mother -seemed ever ready to hurry Gwendoline from theatre to ball-room, from -dinner to tea, and invent a thousand and one excuses to be with her -daughter, always keeping her on the go. - -Somehow she had learned of Emory’s return, and, later on, of his -arrival in the city; and, dreading a meeting between Gwendoline and -himself, she spared no pains to avoid the chances of such an encounter. -She heard that he was stopping at the “St. Charles,” and she rejoiced -now that her daughter had from the first sought a more quiet hotel. -Mr. Emory went little into society, and thus it was that at no time -had they met. As for that ever-to-be-remembered cold evening, Mrs. -Gwinn knew nothing of it. Alice had kept her counsel, and Gwendoline -nursed the secret with the terrible words wrung from her in that hour. -One week, and then another went by--still no glimpse upon the street, -no looks from the opera stalls. Did he go to one theatre, she was at -another. Did he walk upon Canal, she sped by in a carriage! Did he -call--she was gone! - -At last, in despair, he moved his quarters, taking up his abode but -a few doors from her own, with his windows looking out upon the same -long, cool veranda. But he would not show himself, would not startle -her, all too soon, either in the dining-hall or parlors. And she,--how -bore she the separation? More bravely than you would think. Perhaps, -she prayed that as he came before he would not come again. - -“I am afraid, afraid!” she murmured. - -One night, the wind blew soft as zephyr through her curtains. She came -home from the opera, and sat in the dark to dream of him. - -“Go away!” she said to Alice. “I will undress myself!” - -All was hushed and still on the street below, when she pulled in her -blinds and dropped her dress from her shoulders. Piece by piece the -garments fell from around her, until but one remained, and her loosened -hair covered her bosom. She had lighted the gas and saw herself -reflected in the mirror beyond. She flushed a sunset red. - -“All this is for him!” she murmured. - -In a moment the light was out and, with her night dress wrapped close -about her, she crept to her pillow, shivering as with an ague. - - - - -CHAPTER XVI. AT LAST. - - -There came a bright and perfect day, followed by a night quite its -equal. Had a petition been sent to the portals above, where the weather -angel sat, there could not have come from him more mellow, golden hours -than those that dawned for the Cresent City that beautiful Wednesday of -early March. All along the flower-clad streets men and women walked, -sauntering, in their Southern fashion, stopping now and then to greet -each other, or to gaze in the shop windows. The old peanut woman smiled -upon her stores as she kept the lazy flies away; and the violet stands -sold double their usual number of bunches. Every one was out. Every one -seemed happy. Children, in white dresses and gay sashes, wandered hand -in hand along the street, their sweet laughter mingling with the sounds -around them. - -In after years, how often came to those two the memory of that brief -morn. Alone, with folded arms, Neil stood and watched the setting -sun, as it went down across the waters at West End. The white sails -of countless pleasure boats were framed against the sky. There came a -strange, wild yearning in his heart to be upon the deep once more--to -go forever from all this! And yet he could not leave her. He thought of -taking her with him to foreign lands and beginning anew his life. But -the end? What must it be? - -All day he had thought to seek her, and all day he had not done so. -He had walked the beautiful streets in fierce restlessness, and there -would come again and again that feeling of solitude, impossible to -describe; and though the sound of her last hurried whisper rang ever in -his ear, still did he shrink away, hugging to his breast the memory of -a treasure he longed yet dared not to look upon. - -“Would that I might keep you pure, my love, pure as the children I pass -in the mid-day beams!” and the man, stretching out his arms in the -twilight gloom, surrendered himself to his fate. - -All through those golden hours, she, too, had thought of him; she had -spent the day across the lake, wandering on the sea shore, pausing, now -and then, in the shadow of some great tree to throw back her light -veil that she might watch the distant ships go out into the ocean. She, -too, had longed to be away from “all this,” and still, ever with each -fleeting thought, came the heart cry, “I cannot leave thee, for I know -thou wilt come again!” - -Back to the city, when the night dews fell, they came; and, after she -had rested a little, she went with her mother to the theatre. They did -not think to look at the bills, before starting for the Grand, nor -ask the name of the troupe, so when the curtain went up on the second -act they were not a little surprised to see an old friend step to the -footlights. Gwendoline whispered to her mother: - -“Mamma, I am so glad we came. I have always enjoyed her acting so.” - -Mrs. Gwinn put up her glasses. - -“Why, yes!--and it really is Clovis! I thought she was in California!” -said her mother. - -“Excuse me, Madam,” remarked a stranger behind them. “She is not going -there until after her engagement here; then, she leaves, never to -return.” - -“Ah, indeed!” said Mrs. Gwinn. “I had not heard that. Thanks for your -kind information,” and she turned her face to the stage, as the curtain -rose. - -Like all Cassandra’s selections, the play was both tasty and beautiful. -Gwendoline thought her quite as lovely as ever, only, perhaps, a little -thinner, and a “wee bit” worn in face and figure. The story of the -drama was one like unto her own life--the hopeless, passionate love of -a woman for a man, who had given the best of his heart-treasures to -another. Emory, standing in the shade of a column, saw all and felt -her powerful language. Never had she acted as now--never had her voice -rung o’er pit and gallery with such pathos. She never once saw him, or -knew that he was there. As if alone, and unto an unseen world, did she -pour forth the torrent of her affection, and other hearts besides his -were touched. The last scene came. The dying footsteps of her departing -lover were heard no longer, and in solitude the lonely, deserted woman -stood, to speak in beauteous soliloquy her parting words--to breathe -her parting prayer. - -With those glorious eyes upturned to a face she seemed to see, while -her white arms went out before her and around her clung her flowing -robes of snow, stood the actress the people loved. Pale, and paler -still, she grew; and, back, within the shade, where he sat, Emory -saw the tears upon her cheeks and heard the sadness in the voice, -as the soft roll of the falling curtain shut that face from his gaze -forevermore! - -And that other--where was she? Her name was not on the programme, -but one woman behind the scenes had he caught a glimpse of--a frail -thing, dressed in black lace, her head and shoulders enveloped in a -fabric of the same kind. Several times had she passed in view, but his -opera-glass told him nothing. - -It was long past midnight when he sought his room. In spite of the -lateness of the hour the lamps burned in the long parlor. Throwing his -window open, he drew a chair to the railing of the veranda, so that he -might sit for awhile and enjoy the coolness there. How clear seemed the -skies above him, studded with those myriad stars! How sweet the soft -winds of heaven! - -The occasional roll of returning carriages was heard in the street -beneath, in whose cushioned depths sat beautiful women, the glimpses -of whose white hands resting on the sills of the open windows, as they -caught the light from some street lamp, made his pulses thrill when he -thought of those other hands as fair. - -Like threads of gold came the light from the parlor windows into the -gloom outside, and a little way along another streamed, faintly dying -against the railing of the veranda. Turning his head, he saw it, and -wondered if she had come home. - -“I must see her to-morrow,” he thought; “yes, let the end be what it -will! To-morrow, to-morrow, Gwendoline! I will come again to-morrow!” - -Rising, he walked slowly back and forth, in front of his open window, -with folded arms and stately mien. Long he paced, till a little -wearied; he paused at last, and sank into a seat, with a sigh. Why, -at that moment, did he think of his wife Cecile, and why did those -thoughts assume a more kindly nature than they had ever done before? -Only the best of her seemed to find an echo in the heart that loved her -not. - -Would that he might see her once more, and, having met, part from her -in peace! - -Where was that wandering one, who bound him with so heavy a bond, to -break which he strove in vain? Why would she not, in mercy, stretch -forth her frail hands and unlink it, that his bark might go where’er he -guided it and not drift to unknown seas, where, at times, the softest -winds foretell the coming storm, the gentlest waves carry you on -towards the shore, where, finally, they become terrible breakers, which -wreck you among the reefs of despair! So he must drift, drift ever on, -“even unto death,” at whose gloomy portals there was no respite. - -Like a tired boy, he laid his head upon his arms, thrown above the -railing, against which he sat. At that moment, he heard some one enter -the parlor; and, presently, a few chords on the piano reached him, and -then a voice arose in song--a sweet, low voice, not strong, but clear -and true. It stole out into the midnight air and thrilled his throbbing -breast. His wife used to sing, but not like that. Her voice was rich -and full, soaring away, in high, passionate tones, when such a mood was -on her, or filled with witchery at other times. - -But this woman’s notes partook of neither of these sentiments. Almost -a wail in its witching music did it sound; high and clear, soft and -low--dying--dying--and then it ceased, and she began to cough two or -three times, then convulsively. Emory stood up to listen. Would this -never end? Would she sing again? No, for at that moment a man came -out from the parlor, half supporting a woman, her head and shoulders -enveloped in black lace, with a handkerchief to her face. There was -no other chair, and Neil offered his. As she sank into the seat, she -took the cambric from her mouth and looked at it--there were a few dark -spots on its folds. - -“Ouch!” she said, “it looks like blood,”--and then she began to cough -again; a rattling sound smote the listener’s ear, as a deep red stream -issued from her lips, finding its way to the floor. In a moment, she -fell back in her companion’s arms, quite insensible. He supported her -gently, and, turning to Neil, asked where he could take her. - -“In here,” and, drawing aside the curtains of his own window, he -motioned to the man to enter. He did so at once, advancing to the bed, -upon which he placed the still insensible form of the woman, whose dark -dress streamed around her like a pall. - -“Will you have a physician?” asked Emory. - -“No,” replied the gentleman; “I do not think he could do anything. Have -you some ice water?” - -Neil handed him a glassful from the table near by. - -The man saturated his handkerchief and bathed the blood-stained lips. - -“She has been subject to hemorrhages lately,” he said, addressing -himself to Emory. “We were on our way home from the theatre, and, -seeing the hotel lights up here, stopped for a moment for her to rest -a little, and then she tried to sing. Poor little woman--her work is -almost over now.” Then after a pause he said: “I fear she is dying; -have you no wife, no sister to call?” - -“I will call some friend;” but, before he could leave the room, the -form before them stirred, turning the haggard, withered face to the -light. Something illumined the room--two glorious eyes, with the shadow -of death upon them. And then she spoke: - -“Neil, it is I--it is Cecile!” and again she lay quite motionless. - -Through the door, which he had just opened, came the sound of passing -feet; he looked up, and, at that moment, saw Gwendoline and her mother -go by. He ran into the passage, and overtook them as they were about -entering their apartments. - -“Come with me!” he cried, excitedly. - -Gwendoline gave a little cry at the suddenness of his appearance, the -oddity of his request, the strangeness of his manner, and all at such -an hour. - -“Come with you? I do not understand! 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Sequel to “Ishmael.” - The Fortune Seeker. - The Lost Heiress. - Tried for Her Life. - Cruel as the Grave. - The Maiden Widow. - The Family Doom. - The Bride’s Fate. - The Changed Brides. - Fair Play. - How He Won Her. - Victor’s Triumph. - A Beautiful Fiend. - The Spectre Lover. - The Prince of Darkness. - The Christmas Guest. - Fallen Pride. - The Widow’s Son. - The Bride of Llewellyn. - The Fatal Secret. - The Bridal Eve. - India; Pearl of Pearl River. - The Deserted Wife. - Love’s Labor Won. - A Noble Lord. - The Lost Heir of Linlithgow. - The Artist’s Love. - The Gipsy’s Prophecy. - The Three Beauties. - Vivia; or, the Secret of Power. - The Two Sisters. - The Missing Bride. - The Wife’s Victory. - The Mother-in-Law. - The Haunted Homestead. - The Lady of the Isle. - Allworth Abbey. - Retribution. - The Curse of Clifton. - The Discarded Daughter. - The Mystery of Dark Hollow. - The Phantom Wedding. - -☞ _Copies of any one work, or more, or a complete set of “Mrs. -Southworth’s Works,” will be sent to any one, to any address, at once, -free of freight or postage, on remitting $1.50 for each one wanted, to -T. 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Love, of course, is its -predominating theme, but much of its interest centres in the racing -career of a fleet thoroughbred stallion from which the romance takes -its name and which by reason of intractability and a habit of killing -jockeys has failed in every race. Neil Emory, the hero of the novel -and his owner, however, finds a boy who manages to control and bring -him in a winner. The momentous race is described with such spirit and -realism that every patron of the turf will be fascinated, while even -the general reader who has no particular love for horse-flesh cannot -fail to be thrilled, especially as there is a mystery surrounding the -youthful jockey which has a direct bearing upon the plot. 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