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Chapter NumberXVI
Chapter TitleMOTHER DENISE CONCLUDE H? STORY.
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article198380054
Full Date1883-08-04
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Newspaper TitleEvening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912)
Trove TitleThe House of White Shadows
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Br B. L. -Author of tai l ton'* Bust? FARJKOK,

CHAPTER XVI.: MOTHER SUrtSE OOKOLCBBi HSB BTOar.

' f: "AtaJfcrtt agenfitmllyliBdirn Ukt 'tfr. itaa |o:bedome 4 ««l.._r : '<*ther wltua thfri fetii - months, - .m^abine'beetle -« dared It? atminge tlut i Jbe«hoo|(i TiaT '"U'MbfueraE 1. ted >imwoAtttt fclrtitton' of social 4«stiviWei.'. A taedit by teiyir«H > rwrtaataMltfcrt Mr; 1 "nbe UiOTldd™- _ He srtfe sbtrtild'Tje' Jn' ail atmoupbere of 4 ^Uapbal "tWof th»t : • w&lWi <mj*>lf/ £iiiMetab 'litt»t»i'jmiufcl • ' Bit Wtlidbot -*M>eiJr to tty li^jgood. 'Sheifaoved »bout < fisSaMly.'ttiWat hMrt taB'-TrtfiiOBt%pirtt1 «t it Memed, 'ofld Okbriel ap 1 reared'-wtt -tarv ; Ghanfe« itofeehrable '.ii her- : -ThtmanB* jTwbichSie.rtoeirta him was, • *nScl«iitly remarkable. '--I wag pteatmt at the time, and pit Utff Mb giving mi aome r insthietioba. .'MrJ'J»lcojhl» and a strange genUertan ouiaeloWirdl! nS ) they were con- "'VBestrice.' Stfd^Dr. Baleombe. 'let me tatrsdqce M. 6abHelto yoa. & friend Whom X bate not mfeHor fom.' ' " She' looked St tbdm. and boirtd,- and ^phOD'the her head I s»w that fcefr face 4DdHeek 'were orinaon; her efes; too, had «nltt£iy light in them. M. Gabriel alio, - vbosenaimnl oomplexion waa florid, tardea deathly white aa. hia. era. fell upon .her. "Whether Mr. Baloombe" obwrveaihfeee signs I cacnot cay—they were"plaiB enonAh to me, * Mid l e&id to- tnyrolf, ' These two hare met before ^o-dayj "My lady-tuned from her haabaodand their Dew guest withont a word, and taking my arm walked into a rttired part of the froands, and when we were alone she .swooned - dead away. It was fortunate 4htt< I ' waa with her, otherwise there might have been a scene. The impression. .. I had already recelred of U. Gabriel and my lady'being known to each tfherwaa connrmetL and I deemed it prudent and an fuSt ot faithful serviob to my lady not to call or ran for assistance,' She recovered in my arms; and looking around with a frightened air, asKed if any person lint I bad seen herlaint. I answered—No.. For a moment T thought that she had an intention of confiding tn me, but she said nothing than ' Thank yon, . Denise. Lot no one know I have been ill; it is nothing. 1 And tiferi She went into the house'. "After that there was no perceptible dlftfereStse in her manner towards S4. Gabriel than towards her other guests; but I, whose eyes were in a certain way opened, coQld not kelp seeing how M. Gabriel watched her ie\rery movement, and every expression on her face- The snmmer-honBe which I have mentioned to you, my lady, was hunt down by Mr. JSpicombe's own hands, was given over to BC. Gabriel.- It contained five rooms—one a fine lofty apartment, which M. Gabriel turaedlhtO a stilfflo," iri~4rhich~he painted and •B^nt a great tfesl.of time. There Mr." Balcombe would join him, and, if appearances went for anything, passed many happy hours. About three weeks after M. Gabriel came to the villa I saw Mr, Balcombe and my lady filter this euramer-bovBe together; they rejua^ned there for a couple of'hours, apd it Was spoken of that M. Gabriel" was painting Tify ladv'a portMit. ' From that time; my lady* vfeifcs to the eununer-honso were fre- <joeht, at first always in her husband's compaby, bat afterwards occasionally alone. One day she said to me— "" Denise, I wish yon to tell me something'!' ' " r Whateverls ia my JjpWerj madame," I ieplied. • ' " ' "' And not to speakbHt,' she'Baid. "'Certainly cot,' I answered, 'ifryonsay it is not to be spoken of,'. .: . ' I can truBt you, she said, after a pause. ' One njortiing, shortly, after my dear father died, leave you a letter to post forme ih Geneva. ".'Yes, madame,' I B&id, and it flashed npon me like a stroke of lightning that the letter she referred to tfas addressed to M. Gabriel. Never till that moment had 1 thoughtof it " 'Did yon post the letter for me, Demise, «s-1 desired yoaf Her voice was calm, but I knew that she was inwardly mnhh agitated. t,"'iladame,'I said, trembling, 'I will tell you the truth.' . '"It is what IVUh to hear, Denise. Do not tremble, mistakes happen without our being able-to help it, even fatal mistakes sometimes. I saw you drive away with the letter. Demise. You did not lose it ?' "' I had not gone far on the roiul to Geneva before your good mother overtook me.' " ' Ah,' ihe cried, ' I remember — I remember.' ""I3ie letter.' I continned, 'was in my hand, and madame, your mother, spoke of it as a letter yon hsd given me to post in Geuevia.; she said she knew yon wishsd it posted immediately: and that, as she would be in Geneva a fall hoar before me, which was true, she "would - pat it in the post herielf.' " 'Andyou gaveher the letter, Dsnise!' " Yes, madame r "'Did she desire yon sot to mention to me thatahe hadtaken Jetterfromyou?' . '%,in«d>iMi KwMrtaiUed ' "I hesitated, and my mistress said, 'Do not fear, Dtaike, yta cUd'TiO wrong. How sbould you know that fc' mother would ponspire uoJnst 'hsgr daoAter'T i On her deathbed ifiolh , er J 8Poke of tfet Utter.'- "' Yes. maaame, and asked n» if ltoldyoa she had taken the letter from me. I answered, no; and she sa^dj l had done right Madaanr, in telling yon this, I am breaking ; the promise I gave ft^r; I hope to be fbntiveh.' " 'it is right that yoq riioold tell me the tenth whe_n I aak j ou for.it> «l»«t an affair X entrusted to yon. Had yob told me of y^ur ' Own aocord it would have Men a shi' '"'.I can see, Madame, that ! should not (Aye parted with the letter; I am truly ; -««ry.' • " ' The fault was not yoars, Denise, the Wrong-doing was not yours. We will say nothing more on the BubjooL' ^" And it was never mentioned again by either Mns, although we both thoogat of it -ofton-enough. It was easy for me to arrive at an understanding of it. M. Gabriel and my mistress bad bees lovera, end had' been parted and kept apart by-my lady's mother. The old laay had played a Use and treacherous part towards her dwighta;, hod 4>y so doing destroyed the happiness of her lite. Whether my young lady thought'that Mr. B&lcatnbe|hiquelf{iud joined inlthe plot against her I oannot say; but I was sure that he was innocent in the matter, as muoh a ^victim to the arts and wiles of a scheming old woman bs the unfortunate lady he had married. The motive of this tieacnery was plain. M. Gabriel was poor, a struggling jartist, with his place to make in the world; my master was rich—money and estates were his, and the old woman believed she would live to enjoy them if she could bring about a marriage between him and her daughter. She sucoeeded—too well did sbesufceeed, and she met with her punishment. Thoigh she was dead in her grave I had -no -pity for her; and her daughter, also, thought pr her with bitterness. What misery, u btyught about' "by the mad worship of money which £11 some persons' souls. As though hearts dount for nothing. _ "1 did hot open m mouth to a single living being. -I kept the secret which only' three persons knew—L my lady, and M. Gabriel. For after thfc conversation between my ladv and' myaeU, which I have jnst related, the behaviour of my mistress towards M. Gkbriel underwent a change; she was giacious and familiar with' hun. : I%qr _|relkBd out frequently together i sSit JimWbi-u often in his studio than 'before,' following in my thoughts the comSe 'of events I Jelt snre that explanations' tad passed between them, and that they were aatisficd that neither had been intentionally false to the other. But what pood could come of this better understanding J Mischief was in tbsalr, and noons Baw it bat myself. My n^ftteas recovered iter cheerfulness; the coloai 1 oame back tt> her face; her eves were brighter 1 ; life onoemore apiieared pleaBant to her. Mr, Baloombe was delighted, he was the one most truly deserving of pity, hs was so filled with lore fpr his' beautiful wife. Bat I seemed to hear the t)i under behind the fair clouds, and I dreaded the moment when suspicion would enter his mind. As my lady's time to become a mother drew near, many of the guests took their departure ; lint M. Gabriel remained. Nothing could be clearer than that he and Mi. Balcombe were dose friends, and that my master had a great esteem for the artist He was very clever, and I often heard it said that he would rise to distinction. It used to surprise us the rapidity with which he would paint; Iijh sketches—'very beautiful they were—were ljung everywhere about the house, and every- I ody sang his praises. He was the very re- ^(l-se of Mr. Bslcombe; he sang, he danced, he T.-as n fine musician, there was not a subject he was not ready to convene upon. If it came to deep learning and scholarship I have do dcubt Mr. Balcomlie held the first place, hut ir. j' master was never eager as M. Gabriel was to dirplay his gifts. If. Gabriel was a ir,' f,t Irilliunt gentleman in society*.Mr. Italcnnbe was usually grave and reserved, ni.d could not win Mb way to a iady'a heart » quickly as his friend. Indeed, he did not, ' caie to try. 'l!.e:-e tilings ore in the nature

, >k patater.- Uttt i-his hood* i pa W;Mt seem bimsdf. an d wnen Uai bom his mother'a picture was inM-Gahriers studio. . . . , -^Of o M * the hirth of the hair was pow (he most gare ^rftife; m"his',f»oex and mine wmjd liave beffiwmfileUhad^ Gitbtiell4ft the villa: Butie renisliiod, and while he was nfcar ,my . lady I 'khew.t^at storm-fllbuds were.nt>t taf, 'pffi' ~In> fejr'weeks ioy laqygo^ aboa( again.; •Bhe.."was.'so:^eUbate. ana weak that the doefprs itolUll not kllow her to sarse her biby. lWretted Bus. , 3»d her ehild drawn life irtim her breast it night have Dade ft dlKorenoe in her life. It is hard to tellevi thAt to joyful on evontai the birth of tljdr fijnt' child ahould not have drawn uy lady .and her husband closer together.! It is, however, the troth. They were no nearer to each ither thai! they had bean before^ Rot Mr. Balcoinbe'e f t Be did everything in hk poff ferto win the heart of his w lfe, but he might as soon havp hoped fq melt a rock with kind' worda as'to rain'a love that was giyen to another.' nio chlld thrdvo. aud whmi he was A year old the portrait of his piothjer waa completed—the picture jtat ls hMiging on tbe'trall before ns. M.' .Gawel; wcut away., I thanked God for it; bat'Wntnnied a & an absence of a few weeks, and to£^, np hia anarters in the summer house,' .Wlule he waa abBfent my lady fell into her former habits of listleasness.:, When he returned she revived, and became animated and "my. He was like the ran to a Sow^. . Now. lt may have been this change , in her, which was so sudden and marked astoforce itself npon the at'tentioa of a lecataah'obMirver turn Mr. TMcombe, or it inay have been the wicked inconsiderate-rep^ttoa some eanse or other Mr. Batcombe's suspieions became excited. The moment I dreaded had come. Mr. Balcomhe was in doubt whether his wife was faithful to him. (7e he continued.)