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Chapter NumberXXX
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Full Date1892-03-30
Page Number4
Word Count2529
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Newspaper TitleQueanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)
Trove TitleFor Cora's Sake
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OHAPTE R "!ý ARWELL TO VIOLue 's D{. Al north road, between the thickly wooded e, ridge and the swiftly running river,: Corona drove on her last journey though that valley. Three miles up, the road turned from the river, and, with several windings and -doublins, ascended the mountain side to the. elevated plateau on Swhich were situated the beautiful house and grounds called Violet Banks. As the carriage reached the magnificent plateau, Corona stopped the horse for a moment to take in the glory of the view. In tlhen midst of her admiration of this scenerty, two distinct thoughts were strongly borge;in the mind of Corona. One was that Violet Rockharrt would never be wiliing t. leave this enchanting spot to make her homo at Rockhold. She might consent to do it so as to please- others, .but she would suffer through it. The other thought was that old Aaron Rookharrt would never content .to live in a place which, however beautiful it might be, was too difficult of access and egress for. a man of his age.. . What, then, could 'be cone to cheer the old man's solitude at his home ?. The only hope lay in the chance of Mr. Clarence find ing a wife who might be acceptable to his . father, and bringing her home to Rockhold. The carriage drew up before the long, low villa, with its vine clad porch, where,' though the roses had faded and fallen, the still vivid green foliage and brilliant rose berries made a gay appearance. Violet sawv her visitor pproach from the front windows of her sitting room, and ran out to meet her. * ')h, .so hlad to se ",aul I And such a deilightful surprise I' w :. the words with 'which she caught Corn in 'her arms, as the latter alighted from the carriage. SHow well you:look, dear. A real wood i?, in your pretty purple robe,' said Corona, with assumed gaiety. ' I am going to send the carriage on to the stable. . You shall spend the afternoon with me, whether you will or not, and whether the handsome lover breaks his.heart or not!' Exclaimedl Violet, as they entered the parlour. ' Don't trouble yourself, dear. I have come, not only to spend the' afternoon, but the night with you,' said Cor,; Sitting down and :bqginuing to' unifasten her fur cloak. Will: my uncle be late in returning this evening ?' ' Fabian'? Oh, 'no I this is his early day. But where did you leave his grace? Why did h,'he not .escbrt' you here?' inquired the little lady. ' Hare you not heard that he has left Rockhold ?' asked Corona, 'in her turn. * Why, no.'. 1 have heard nothing about hin since the night of the dinner given in honour of your betrothal. Are you tired,. Cora, dear ? ' You look tired. Shall I show you to your :room, where you may bathe your face, inquired Vidlet, noticing for the lirst time the pale and weary aspect of. here but you may briing the baby here to y baby ? Oh, the little angel has been put to sleep-its afternoon sleep. Come into t~the nursery and I. 'will show it to you,' i'exclaimed 'the preud and happy 'mother, 'starting up and leading the way to the upper floor and to a front room' over the library, _fitted' up beautifully as a nursery. ' Corona, on entering, was conscious of a blending of ?ilnny .soft bright colours, and of a subdued rainhow light;, like the changes of the opal. Violet led 'her direct to the cradle, an elegant structure of fine light wood, satin *.and lace, in which was enshrined the jewel, the treasure, the idol of'the 'household-a tiny, round-headed, pink-faced atom of humanity, swathed in flannel, cambric, and lace, 'and covered with find linen sheets trimthed'f.vith lace, little lamb's wool bland ket.s trimmiied with silk, and a coverlet of satin in alternate tablets of rose, azure and pearl tablets. The; delighterl mother and admiring visitor stood gazing at the babe, and talking in low tones for ten or fifteen, minutes perhaps, iand were then adnmrl ished hy the nurse-an experienced woman-that it was not good for such young habies t,, he looked over and talked 'rover so long whnn they were asleep. Violet and her visitor s,'rfly withdrew from thoe cridle, and Corona hatd leisure to look' around 'the lovely room, the carpet of tender green, like the first spring grass. and dotterl over 'with buttercups tih rldaisies ; tho'wall 'paper cf pearl white, wi' a vine of red and white roees running over it ; the furniture of curled imaple, in line chintz, in colours to match the wall paper. But the I window curtains were the marvels of the 'parptment. There w.,i two high frontI 'windrliws, draped in w ow/siltk--that is, each Ibreadlth of the hr :,ings was in prfect rainhow stripes, arid tmhe effedt of the lighb streatming through themn was soft, bright and vyery beautiful. .' Itis a creation. 'Whose?' Corona in quired. Well, itR was my idea, *.hough I am not noted for ,irdeas, as everybody knows,' said 'Violet. *'But I' wanted my~ baby's first impressions of life to be seenely 'delihtful Sthrough, every sense. So I prepared this *Bub where did you find the rainbow draperiesl' ' + : ' "

'Oh, them ! I designed them foi my baby, and Fabi" r. sent the pattern to Paris and we receivedtlhe goods in due time. As soon as she is stronger, I am going to have a music box for her. Oh, I want my'baby t, live in a sphere of "sweet sights, sweet suunds,.sft touches."' A brisk, firm footstep, a 'cherry, ringing voice in the hall below, arrested the, con versation of the two women. It is Fabian ! Come! i said Violeb, joy fully, leading the way downstairs. Mr. Fabian stood at. the foot.- He embraced his wife boisterously; and shook hands with his niece, saying : 'Glad to see you ! Has Violet been showing you our little goddess? I tell you, what, Cora: everything has changed since that usurper came. Now go along with Violet. I'm going to wash my 'face and hands, and then I'll join you.' Mr. Fabian went up stairs, Cora followed Violet to the parlour. :'Here are, the English magazines, my dear.. .Will you look over them while I go and see to the dinner table ?' said Violet. - Certainly, love.' 'Before she read much Fabian came in. ' Vell, Cora.' What's the matter I' ' I would rather defer all explanations until after dinner.' ' Very well, my dear.' After dinner, when they adjourned to the parlor Violet said: ' 'Again I must beg you to excuse me, while I put baby to sleep.' And the happy little mother ran off. 'Now then, Cora, what is it? You said 'you would explain after dinner. Do so

uow, my dear; for if it is anything very painful I would rather not hive my wood violet grieved by hearing it,' said Fabian, drawing closer. ' It is very painful, Uncle Fabianri, and I also would like to shield Violet as much as possible from the grief of'knowiigit. But -is it possible that you: do, not know what has happened at Rookhold. gravely inquired Cora. ' I know this much : That "the annonlce ment of, an. engagement between, yourself and the duke was premature and unauthor ized il that you finally rejected` hiin; and by so doing enraged the Iron King. I know no nmore, Corn.' SWhat I Has not my grandfather told you anything to-day 7' SNot a word.' ' Then I must tell you. He has cast me tiff forever.' 'CoralCornl' 'It is true indeed. This morning he ordered me to quit his house; not to let him F.ind me still there on his returni;; i.v'i.a ii,, let him see or hear from me, again unle..i4 it was with my ,consent to recall and marry my English sni?r!.' ' nt, uGo'4, my dear, why can you not come into his conditions? WVhy ren you not marry Cumbervale 4 He is a splenrdi' follow every way, and he loves you -us hard as a horse can kick. ;I-e is awfully in love with you, my dear.: NowN , why not marry him and nmake everybody happy and all serene o 'BUecause, UnclenFiabian, I don't happen to be in love with him,' replied Corona, with jusat a shade of disd?ain in her 'manner. :

' Well, my dear, I will not undertake toper snadA you to change your mind. If you b1 tve inh.erited nothing else from the Tron King, you have his strength of will. What. are you going to do, Coral' ' I am going to carry out my purpose of going to the Indian Reserve as missiouary to the Indian tribes, to devote all my time ands fortune to their welfare.' ' A mad scheme, my dear Cora. How are you, a young woman, going to manage to do this? Under the auspices of what church do you ant i.' ' Under that of- the broad A church of Christianity, charity-no other.' ' But how are you going to reach the field of your labours? fHow are you going to cross those vast tracts, destit~ute of all inhab itants except tribes of savages, destitute of all roads except the government 'tra.ils'l' 'You know, if you have not forgotten, that it was my purpose to join my brother at his post, and to establish my school near his fort and under its protection.' 'Well, yes; I remember l'eariing some: thing of the sort ; but, really, Cora, I thought it was all talk since Sylvan went away.' ' But it is more than that.; Some time late in this month I shall go out to Fort Farthermost under the protection of Captain and Mrs. Neville. They are now in Wash ington, .where:I am going immediately to join themi Wliewnyou read-this letter, Which I received after my grandfather had left me in anger this morning, you will understand all about it,' said Corona, drawing her brother's letter from her pocket acd handing it to her uncle. 3,Mr. Fabian took it and read it carefully

through ; then returned it to her, saying : ' WF'l, my dhatr, it does seem as if there were a fate in all this. But what a journey is before you. At this season of the year, too. :But, Cora, do nob let Violet know that the grandfather has discarded you. It. would grieve her tender heart too ,mich. Just tell her that you are going out to your: brother. Do not even tell her so much as= that to-night. It would keep her from; sleep.' ' I will not hint the subject this evening,: Uncle Fabian. I love Violet too much. to distress her.' :: ' You will have to explain that yourl engagement with the Englishman is at an end.' ' Or, rather that it has never had a begin ning,' said Corona. ' Very well,' assented Mr. Fabian. ' And now I must go and dispatch a messenger to. North End to fetch Clarence here to spend the night. -A hasty leave-taking at the railway depot would hardly satisfy Clarence, Corn.' An ,. 'I know. And I thank you very mubh, Uncle Fabian,' replied Core. 'Ah, Violet I Here you an.r, just in time to take my place. I am going out to send for Clarence to spend the ovening with'us,': said Fabian, as he passed his young wife, who entered the room as he left it. Instead of sending a me'lssenger, Fabian put his fastest horse into hini lightest waggon and set off himself. He` reached s North End Hotel in twenty minuites, tarid butrsatin upon Clarence. .. 'Anything the matter, ?Fabian ?' heeviked, with a look of surprise. i

'Yes ! The devil's to pay! The monarch has driven his grandllaughter from court,' exclaimed the elder brother. 'You don't mean to say -' , Yes, " do. Father has turnied Cora out ,f doors becaiire she refused to marry the Englishman.' 'Good heaven !'. ' Come. There is no time to talk. Cora lis at my house. She leaves for Washington •to join Captain and Mrs. Neville, and go out 'ith them to Fort Paathermost. S'But look here, Fabian. W'hy do you let her dd that ?'. 'Don't be ? fool! 'Who i to stop her if she is bound to gol Put on your overcqat and get into my trap, anld I will take "you. 'ariek with me, see Cora, an'd stay all nights with us.' . r :!In five minutes Clarence was seated beside his brother. It was not nine o'clock wheii' they reached Violet Banks. "Fabiaii drove round to the stables, gave his team up to the groom; and wallked ;back to the house with Clarence. 'You must not drop a word to Violet about Cora's intended journey. She thinks that Cora has only come to spend the night with her. If she knew otherwise she would be too distressed to sleep.; : Nottiltiil'after breakfast; tonmorrow is she to be told that Core is going away ;. and never is she to knidw that our niece has been driveri away.' 'I understand, Fabian. Who is going to Washington with Cora l' ' No one that I know of ; but she is quite able to take care of herself.' ' I will not have it so. Iwill go with her,' said Clarence.

' Are you mad? The monarch would never forgive :such- misprision- of treason. He would discard you, Clarefic6!' exclaimed Fabian, in consternation, ' I do not think so. Ourl father is. too just for -that. Arnd in any cese I shall take the risk.' , ' Tlhe Iron K]ing is just in all his business relations. But has he been just to Corn l' ' From his point of view. He has not been kind:; thatis all. I must be kind to' our niece-at; all costs.'. This' brought themtn to the door of the house, which Fabian opened with his litch key,;and. the two mnen eutereduthe parlour together. ' Why, how' soon you have come I I am no glad,' exclaimed Violet. ' That is' because; instead of sending, I went for him,' explained Fabian. ' So I suspected, when ii fbiund ithat you dlid not return immediately to the parlor,' said Violet. _ Mr. Clarence meanwhile w.vnt to his niece and kissed her in silence. Ho could not trust.his voice to spra. k. " Once dluring the evening: Clarence -and Cora found themselves souluded enough for a short tete-.atete. Then Clarence announced his intention of escorting, her to the Nevilles in Washington. Corn opposed him, but Clarence was firm. Presently Violet interrupted them with: ' Clarence, it is half-past :eleven o'clock, and Cora looks tired to death. Your room is ready whenever you like to retire.' Clarence at once took the broad hint, and went' up to, bed..' : ' The others retired immedia ey.