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Chapter NumberIV
Chapter TitleDREAMS OF LOVE
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article198379243
Full Date1883-07-19
Page Number4
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Word Count1813
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Newspaper TitleEvening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912)
Trove TitleThe House of White Shadows
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THE HOUSE OF WHITE SHADOWS.

Br a l. faejeon.

Author of " BUde-o'-OraeJi, 1 " " Joshua MarrM,' "Bread and Cbeeat ml Kisses," "dtif," 'London'. Boot," *o. CHAPTER IV. ' BRSAMB OF love,

In the meantime the Advocate and bit wife strolled through the gronnda, 1 which they footid in fur bettor ofrder than thbyexpeoted: It was evident th»t much of thia wu dtte to reoeot labour, " Tlicre hare been twraty men afTiwkfor the lart three weeks," explained Mother Denies;" soap of the paths were qnito choked up with weoda.' It ia certainly a groat' im-' prtWtfrtient, ' I Bat her nrtmwf denoted that ahe fit not Mtefni (or H. - -Theofcharda were UtockDd SVfcfrnlt***, Ana the garden* bright flowtos-In! c etohvenieot apot a ufctfoL betri boiltto • aeS-re u e. mmtnerhoaaei and MottttrDepfaa informed the AdvooAte'a'tfllB tfcat it wae QifiM n«w, and wu only finished aVMkcga . ., - " There i»aa owe," ahe skid, "amimaar-

honaei«ven srfcWIar than this, boilt on thia v*ery spot I 'remember well the day Me. BafeSmbt'e UUr burnt It down with hu own 1 handa." • "How odd)" exclaimed the Advocate's wife. "Ft*'wfcatTeaaoot" ' But the oKt fcqutekeeper bit her Hps, and did not reply to" the qnection farther than aaving, "for faintly raaaona, my iadv. The vfflk, M>. hM beta repaired, and a deal of Oew'f onutnTebrtraglit fa. Papfen and boob, and ttioton* M well, every day. It la wonderfnlwiiat baa bean done. Already the Advocate lelt the beneficial effect* 'of a healthful change ; bis ey« were clearer, hia bank atia&hter, he morod with a brisker step. In the tour through the grotinda UoCharXtenlae walked in front, pointing out thia and that, Martin hobbled behind, and Dionetta, encouraged by the Advocate's wife, walked ay her new mistress's side, " Dionetta," aaid the Advocate's wife, " Do von know that you have the prettiest name in all the world !" "Have I, my lady! I have never thought of it, but it ia, if you Bay so." " I wish I had such a name, but they gave me an uglier one—Adelaide." " Nay," aaid Dionetta, raiaing her eyes in mute appeal for forgiveness for the contradiction, " it in very sweet. May I speak it t" " Yes, let me hear you." " Adelaide! Adelaide 1" murmured Dio netta, very softly. The permission was as precious as the gift of .a silver chain would have been. " My lady, it is pretty." "Shall we change? asked the Advocate's wife, gaily. "Can wet" enquired Dionetta, in a tone of solemnity. " I will ask the priest." " No; do not trouble. Bnt would you like to change ?" " I do not know. If we cannot, it is no use thinking of it." " There is no barm in thinking Oi things. Do yon like your life here t" "Yes; my lady." " Would von not prefer to live In a city!" 4 t I should be frightened, I think, my laay." " Not with me r " Oh, no, my lady, that would be happiness"

"Are you not happy here?" " Yes ; very happy. I I But you wiBh for something ?" " Wo, mv lady. I have everything I want." " Everything I Positively everything 1" " Yes, my lady." " There is one thing you must want, if you have it not already." " May I know what it is ?" Yes, child. Lovo." Dionetta blushed crimson from forehead to neck, and the Advocate's wife laughed and tapped her cheek. " You are very pretty, Dionetta. Do you mean to tell me you have not a lover?" " I have been asked, my lady," aatd the irl in a tone so low that it could only. . . joat be ueard, " And yon consented." "No, my lady." 4 1 And roally and truly vou have not a lover ! Where can the men a eyes be 7" "What can I say, mv lady," murmured | Dionetta, her bead bent clown. ( There are some who say they—they love me," " But you do not love them !" "No, my lacW." " Vou would like to have one you could ove ?" " One day, my lady, if I am so fortunate." " I promise you." said the Advocate's wife with a blithe iaugli, 14 that one day you will l>e BO fortunate- Women were made for love. It is the only thine in life worth living for. Blushing again ! 1 would give my jewel-case, Dionetta, to be able to blush like you." " I cannot help it, my lady. My face often grows quite red when I am alone. " Ana thinking of love," added the Advocate's wife, " for what else should make it red ? I can Bee, Dionetta, that you and I are going to be great friends. " i ou are very good, my lady, but I am only a poor peasant. I will Berve you faith- " And keep my secrets. Mind that, Dionetta. You most keen my secrets." " Can you hav« any, murmured Dionetta, "and shall you tell team to me?" Every woman in the world has secrets, and every woman in the world must have some one to whom she can whisper them. Vou will find that out for yourself in time. 0, yes, ohild, I have secrets—and one, a very precious one. If ever you euess it without my telling yon, keep it buried in your heart, and do not speak ox it to a living souL" " I would not dare, my lady." " I intend to be rery, very happy here, and you mast help to make me so, Dionetta. " I will do mr best, my lady." They walked, a little apart from the others during this conversation, at the conolusion of which they found themselves at the steps of the House of White Shadows. /'Edward," said the Advocate's wife to him as they entered the house, " I have found a treasure. My new maid is charm-

ing." T 'I am glad to here it: Bhe has an Ingenuous face; but you^will be able to judge er better when you know her better." " Vou do not trust many persone, Edward.' " Not many, Adelaide. " Me?" she aaked, archly. " Implicitly." " Aiid another, I thuik." " Certainly one other." " I should not be far out if I were bo name Mr. Balcombe." " Yes, Arthur Balcombe. Had you mixed with all kinds and conditions of pontile as 1 have done, Adelaide; had you lial my experiences, you would have learnt to placo one quality above all others." "\Vnat is that, I'Mwnrtlr" "The quality of the doc—faithfulness." Before love, my dear? " Yes, before love. Love too frequently clianges as the seasons do. Faithiulueas is a fixed quality. It is immutable." Tiie arrangements within the house were complete and admirable. For the Advocate a study, with a library which brought an expression of satisfaction to his face; a spacious and commodious apartment, neither overloaded with furniture, uor oppressive with bare Bpaccs; with an outlook from one window to the snow regions of Mout Blanc, from anothor to the City of Geneva, which, at the present moment, lay bathed in a soft mellow light For the Advooate's wife a boudoir and reception rooms into which new fashions had becu introduced with judgment so good as not to jar with the old furnishing* wbioh had adorned them for many generations. " Mr. Balcombe/' said the Advocate's wife, " has been at great trouble to render his villa ogreeable to us." " He has a fine delioacy " said the Advocate. " There is bo man for whom I have so high a regard." On his study table the Advooate found the principal newspapers of the day. He sat down and unfolded them, and hie wife, eoeing that his attention had become deeply engaged, presently left him to himself. He did notleavetbe study until he was summoned to dinner, and. the meal over, he returned to the room, ana remained there until two hours pajtmidnight, studyingin the news- I^apers the jtarticulars of the morder of the unfortunate 6ower irirl, whose body had been found in the wiMiv-rushing Rhone. And while lie r>onuerc<i and rrtusea, and paoed the

room with thoughtful face, his wife lay sleeping in h6rJholidav home, with smileson her lips joy in hot hewrt, tor she was dreaming of one far away. And bor dream was of love. Aud Dionetta, the pretty maid, also slept, with her hands claFjied at the back oi her heed ; and her lady was saying to her, " then really and truly, Dionetta,' you have not £ lover ? Women were made for love. It is the only thing in life worth living for." And 1 & blush, even in hor sleep, stole over Pionetta's fair faoe and bosoui. For her dream was of love. And Fritz the Fool, toesed in his bed, and inotteced, " too fair! too fair 1 If I were rich and handsome, I would lay down my life for her. It is a good thing for you, Fritr, that you are a fool." | |And Gautran, in his prison cdl. writhed ui>on liis hard bed in the midst of darkness; for by his sido lav the phantom body of a murdered girl, and his despair was deep and awful. And in the Swiss mountains, two hundred tnilcA distant from the Hons* of White Shadows, roamed a roung moo in the moonlight, straggling with all the mental might with a terror which oppressed him. The t he had flown to was ten thousand feet (l . vc the level of the sea, and his sloeping X

room; WM In tie bnt of a peasant, mmntatn born uid mountain bred, who lived a life of dull'&Hitabtmeafi'-with ius gdate »otf wife and childifip. Far up in the height* (mmeittte fireatswf fir-trWliyln dark sOUptamaiMi reigned ^ S ^ ^{?^pths; Ices Watefalla in the iMar „ , and creeping and dashing over chamiprecipice,- tmdafaned' the eterUal #akefidtered; "there b no auch neo. The solitudes are full .. Odd I To die 'and be blotted and ever were better that tl . will oonqner it—I will—I wttir But~«v*n aa be spoke' .their friremril upon him from a laughing cascade thp vision of a faoe *o MMtffol -aa "t6 forcea groan'from his lip*. Bis turned from it, bnt it ahooo uf" witn atender booing in every water met bii-aiKbt. i Trembling witti the foroe of a paaeioD he found it almost impoetiile to raw, he walked to bis ownntatn home, and threw himself upon hia oouoh, H««aaextnaated with sleepless nights, and in a few nianteaihe^eUintoadeep alunbcr. And a oabn stole over his troubled sou, (or his dreams were of loVs.