|Newspaper Title||Queanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||Love's Conquest|
CUAPTER aXI. Maude Throgmorton experienced a strange sense of relief and satisfaction when on the following Friday Captain Esmonde took his departure without having had an opportunity of further intercourse with. any of the Col lingwoods. He had insisted on baking one -or two solitary walks since his expedition in her service, and Maude well knew in what direction he had wandered, hub she was almost certain that he had not again. seen Lady Adela, and the Oollingwoods had cer tainly made no efforts to bring him back to his all-giance. This was strange; but, on the very day of the Captain's departure, not two hours af er he had left, Maude sew Lord Tressilian's smart dog-cart dash up to the door, and, going down stairs to a-certain what had brought him to the Court, she heard hims inquiring for Captain Esmonde. , What-gone already 'I' he exclaimed, in a tone of disappointment that was quite unfeigned. ' Why, confound it, I thought' he had a game foot, and would be staying on for a month.' ' The Captain have entirely recovered frorn the injury to his hancle, my lord,' replied the fo.,tman respectfully. ' Ha left this morn ing by the 10.30 from Bridteford.' 'Oh, hang it !' cried Lord Tressilian irritably. 'No-I won't come in , but, tell me-is Mr. Throgmorton anywhere about the place ' The fooltman, after a moment's reflection, informed him that he believed Mr. Frank had gone into Bridgeford ; and, with a muttered execration, Lord Treasilian sprang into his dog-cart and drove away. Maude overheard the dialogue on her way down-stairs, and a gleam of amusement on her face betrayed that she rather enjoyedl the Viscoun,'a discomforture Lady Adele had overshot the mark, and the tnuhassadaor had' arrived too late. Captain Esmondle was out of rea-h now, and, when he was once back in the whirl of London life, Maudle thought there was little danger that he would remain long under the spell of his brief infatuation. 'Esmonde .was even then speeding on his way to London; but he only remained one night in town; and, if Maude could have known his thoughts as he travelled home the follo.ving day, she would not have been so sanguine as to the chanc s of his forgetting. Moreton w -a only a short distance from Lando, by r il-,-?t more than ,, cu, u af hour"' journey-antl D ny-, who h ad busine'ss that kept him, in town all th- mort ing, did" not'go down until the afternoon. He sent a telegram to give notice of his coming; hut the message was delayed, and, five minutes after it was delivered, Sir Patrick heard his' son's voice in the hall. The little roadside station was only about 'half a mile distant from the house, and Denys had walked up ly a short cut through the woods. 'Denys, my dear boy,' exclaimed Sir Pat 'rick, hastening out to greet his son, ' Im glad to see you I Your telegram has only just come." Estnonwie kept at bay with some difficulty the rapturous advances of two (logs that were wildly leaping upon him and expressing their joy by frantic leaps 'and barks of wel come. ' Down, Gillie, down! Raggles, you little wretch, be quiet l My dear father, how are you ' He looked up-with a bright smile and his eager glance, as their hands met in a cordial grip, expreesed so much confidence and affection that it sent a glow to Sir Patrick's heart. The sight bf the handsome face and figure, that were the pride of his declining years, and the sound of the ringing voice, that was the only music he cared for, seemed to drive away the previsions of troubles that had been haunting him, and, as he saw his son pub his hat and stick in their old familiar places, he told himself that it was impossihle that any estranging cloud should come be tween them. The relations between father and son, though sometimes disturbed by outbursts of Sir Patrick's passion ate temper, were, on the whole, exceptionally happy. The old man, whose wife had died young, had no one in the world to care for besides Denys; and Denys responded with full appreciation to his father's somewhat jealous affection. Since he had grown up he had tried to avoid giv ing occasion for wrath with wonderful tact, and the only unpleasantness that had occurred had been when the rumour of his attentions to some pretty gil had given his father uneasiness. Of late however these incident- had become less frequent, and Sir Pabrick had begun to think he had nothing to fear. [TO BE:.ONTiNUED1.