|Newspaper Title||The Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)|
|Trove Title||The Devil's Own. An Australian Story|
THE DEVIL’S OWN.
CHAPTER XLIV. MERRIMENT.
AN AUSTRALIAN STORY BY MRS. RICHMOND HENTY. (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)
'How much lies in laughter? the cipher-key wherewith we dischiper the whole man. Some men wear an everlasting barren simper: in the smile of others lies the
cold glitter as of ice. Tho fewest oro able to laugh what can bo called laughing, but only snuff and titter and snizzlo from tbo * rtbroat outwards, or at least produce some wvliifliog husky cachinalion; of-none such •comtrs good. Tho man who cannot laugh iis only fit for treasons, stratagems, nr spoils. ” CAiu.vr^, “ Ha ! ha! ha ! ha! ha 1 oh ; stop— *• - j »* . ffor pity snlto slop or you’ll bo th >n.c, J 8ni<! Lady State! t?on, 011 a v - 0 ' ! her band lo bor aide, a, =; c C nnonv "? 2 h ld to „ l“ e, ‘L 1 LJ" y Eiai„n a dn U« BO awfully light that te sudden death to & avhnlo 5T* l - dr 10 mysolt, but those teeth— Im ft »-? - J,<0 * lovely. That courier must "p - of a wag to march off in tbo middle . - tho night with his master's tooth, and at Forim of all places, whoro 1 oni sure thoro is nothing half so civilised ns a dontisk” “It was not quito so bad ns that)” said Connie; “thoro was a fancy ball going on that night on board and——tho supposed Sir Hubert, as Lohengrin, must have bad all bis Cacultios about bini) Including his tooth.” What-bnvo you done with them, tho teeth I moah, llhu tho wig, arc they ? on viow any "’horo—afttdam Tussaud’s for instance. ” / Ob, no; wo all want to keep tho nffair jimofc. Someone suggested sending tho whole ‘box to the police.” “ What an idiotic idea; and bavo all tho •'olfoir'in the papers. They jump at anything ‘-flonBataCitai. You would never hear the end •of it, to say nothing about having to appear in •couWjand other terrors.” ?•'Yes; tho proofs are so unmislakoablo. Gustavo 'bos taken tho tooth and other things to Paris. Ho is to (lad out and soo tho man. I do not suppose ho will over trouble us again, you know there are papers proving other crimes of his in Paris. Gustavo is to ?find out the Durands and others.” “I should think tho courier would make a small fortune out of ik ” “Yes; Vera is going to present him with n thousand pounds. Of course, she thinks ho deserves more.” “ There’s encouragement for 4 priggin what isn’t is’n,’” said Lady Mabel. “And Mr. Forth, is he to bo likewise - made happy for life, for knocking a man down and running away with his property, or rather his client’s property. Well, I nm glad for Forth, ho is a jiico follow, and won’t refuse it, for I know iio is very badly off, since his father died” “Ho has refused.to take but you Know ho is going to ho married to an heiress they say lyhon ho.can got un appointment of some kind—isn’t she a pretty little thing, Florence Maynard—and then Vera is going lo send him a cheque for one or two thousands, it will pay his club expenses for a time at any rate. Ho cannot refuso.a wedding gift, but ho will take'nothing now.” “Then ho is a greater fool than 1 took him for,” said Lady Mabel. “And when is Vora going lo take possession, of her now proper ties. She is a lucky woman. I do wish some of.Ponsonhy’s relations would turn out im postors or murderers. I’d throttle them myself in two twos, and never weep another tear for tho rest of my life when I came into the properly. But go on dear, toll mo every thing. I feel in nn awfully wicked gossipy humor this morning, and your affair reads like a sensational novel of three volumes in largo print. When is tho wedding to bo?” “-Hot till August; Vera is going down to Mar ley in a few days to take formal posses sion. Aunt Dot, Norman, and I arc going tbo lawyers are anxious, about it. ” ° “Is Veroftcr to he left out in the ce’ *.. s ho not going. I wouldn’t trust ’ '* a ’ 18 from my sighk In those throe ? <l0 5 sationals tbo intended bride i» „ BCn ‘‘ ried off by tho murderous Ifi, car * and-you don’t know eve’- .-V lover, Ho may bo in hiding. V?*” \ ” an look out, ” •' T( *k° my advice and Itnows too'well that the police that w? • /C0 j*l )on him ‘ 110 doesn't know lie. ./don't intend to make the nffair nub- Ho will got tho full accusation and all *no statements from both the lawyers to-day. Normdh has worked out the discovery un known to Vera, even before ho loft the library, but I believe Mrs. Cholmondolcy has boon the prime mover at Mnrloy. She spared no trouble, it seems a companion she once had, who is coming out in Paris on the stage, know him at once in Australia, though she believed him dead. lie was a fancy flamo of hors, but she found bo had a wife by a letter from tbo wife herself.” “ Well, she might have been a little more open, instead of keeping tho secret to hcr 86lf so long,” said Lady Mabel. “I think she was too frightened not lo bo cautious. ” “Well, all’s well that ends well,” said Lady Mahol, with a sigh, “I suppose ho has made the most of lus stolen fortune, though I boar ho is a skinflint" “No, strange to say it has accumulated. Tho lawyers say ha was going to draw out a largo sum this month, they thought it was for his marriage, but I fancy it was to secure something in case of having to give up tho title and estate, but all was so sudden, and bo bo had no time,” said Connie. “What a blessing,” said Lady Mabel, * ( Wcll, 1 must bo going on to Park Lane, 1 to congratulate LndyFIora. She is going to have marry little Meredith, of the guards, I always ball him Gingerlmckel. Ho reminds' mo so much of one of those yellow fowls half grown. Ho is a nice follow-at least, what there is of him—and won’t she keep tho little fellow in order; she will hoist him on tbo top of her wardrobe and keep him there or thrash him if ho is not a good boy. I must bo off, 1 have to spend ten minutes in making peace, for Lady Flora actually took offence at my congratulating her upon her new chimnoy picoo ornament, she did, really, silly woman,. Toll Vora; with my love, I feel very much bettor for a good laugh, and tell aunt Dot she can have my carriage whenever she likes; tho horses arc doing nothing. I am taking it out <of old Maulcvora’s fat greys, tho old soul has gone to Hamburgh, or some dirty foreign place; she fancied she had a touch of rheu matism in the loft corner of the right oytt; or some such absurd idea. Good-bye, dearest, come and see mo soon, there’s a darling,”,and Lady. Mabel whiskea herself out of Mrs. Fortoscuo's presence,