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Chapter NumberXLIII
Chapter TitleTHE MARQUISS DESPERATION.
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article76482682
Full Date1894-02-03
Page Number4
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Newspaper TitleThe Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)
Trove TitleA Terrible Wrong
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OUR NOVELIST

A TERRIBLE WRONG. « '

By Mrs. Harriet Lewis, ? Author of '27w DoulU Life' 'Lord Darhvood's Orime' fyo,

CHAPTER XLIII. ran juhquis s desperation.

Dolores was unablo to sleep upon that night after hor visit to Grosvenor square, and hov discovery of tho actual idontity of the Marchioness of Glen morris. Hor mind was in a whirl of

? 'oxcitemont.and bowilderraent. Tho, mngni'udo of her discovory had overwhelmed hoi1. Sho had believed her mother to be a hardworking governess, undor a tyrannical employer, and had planned to work for her, to take caro of her, to mako for hor an humble little homo whe.ro thoy eould always bo together, Sho had hoped to brighten the life she had bolkved so full of sorrow* and anxieties-*and bIio hud found that hor mothor was one of the highest ladies in tho land— a peeress, tho 'wife of ono of EnglandVproudost noblos, mistroBB of statoly homos, n loader in society, honoured, /?/«?,. .worshipped, the mothor of another child, who was tho heir of a proud name nnd immense wealth 1 And sho had found, too, that hor mother stood upon a pinnacle whence tho breath of au onomy could hurl her to destruction, No wonder tho poor girl was stag gered, overcome, and throughly ap palled. Sho thought over Molcombo's pro position during those lonely and mis erable hours with dismay and horror Molcombe hold horinothar's honour and Bafoty, perhaps even hor lifo, in his hands, and asked, as tho prico of. his Bilenco, tho daughter's hand in marringo. ' This morning I liked him,' ihought tho girlj ' but now ho' sooms to bo baso and wioked. It is as if my oycb had suddenly become on onod to his character. Can I marry lum to savo her ?' When morning dawned at last, and old Elspeth entered tho bedroom of hor young mistress, sho beheld .a staining wan and white face upon tho pillow— a faco whoso young boauty was dinnnod with traces of intonsost suffering, Dplovos's slooplossnoss and torrfljle. ( anxieties had made hor to© weak to ariso at her usual hour. Lossous for ? that day wore out of thoquestion,

Tlio ola Scottish sorving woman proved a tender nurse. Sliti was nob obtruBivo in hor ministrations, but gontlo, thoughtful, and , affeotionato. Sho mado tea and toast, and induood her youwg mistress to partalco of tliom, and, as the morning advanced, helped hor to dress, and carriod hor ^. — out to tho fcvvrtohuiv before tho lire. ' Now you aro within tho roach of tho bell miss,' sho, said, 'and can summon tho maid at a touch. And ' as you aro comfortable, I'll go out and mako your oxcuso to your pupils, so that they won't bo looking for you. Novormind writing tho notos. I'll loavo the messages, as polito as you could writo thorn.' Dolores acquioscetl, and Elspoth ?went out upon hor mission, first charging Mrs. ? Douglas to look after hor young lady. Tho landlady was especially busy that morning, with collectors of taxes, and did not, come noar her young lodger. Dolores sat quite alono, palo as a statue, with bistro oiroles under hor sombre eyes, and an anxious and wist ful expression on her lovely young faco. She did not hear the rattling of cab wheels in-tho street, nor tho sound of tho opening and shutting of the house door, , She did not hoar a light tread on the stair, nor tho opening of her own door, and was aroused from her preoccupation only by tho uttoranoo of her own namo in the voice she had loarnod to love next to that of Sir Basil Nujyont, She startled, and sprang up, greot injC hor mother with a ory of joy, Lady Glonmorris oinbraced her, and as she pressed kissos on tho yomig.faco sho did not fail to nolo its pallor, and tho traces upon .it of koon Buffering. r' ? , ' Aro you ill, my darling P' she asl:ed, in alarm. ' u No, notill,' answered, Dolores try ing to smilo. ' I did not sloop well last night. .But sit down hero by the lire, mamma. You look bright and happy.' And bIiq sighod unconsciously. ' ' 'I am happy,' said Lady Glen morris, removing her hat and, shawl. 'As nearly happy us I can be, I havo tho morning all to myself, Dolores, aud shall spend it with you, You must send Blspeth out to mako your excuses to your pupils, Thoro must bo no lossons to-day. I camo early, ? knowing that you would not yet have gono out, and intending to havo, you nil to myself for a fow * hours.' .She sat down on tho Rofa, drawing tho girl tenderly to her side. ' I am sorry to see you looking bo palo nnd ill,' Lndy Glonmorris said, anxiously. 'You neod mo to-dny, I. seo Ddlores, lintondto nurse you and care for you, dear, every minute of my stay. I fear that you confino yourself too closely with -your pupils, ' You aro \f oaring' to a shadow, and I phall not allow yon to teach any move. 1 Tho pupils mufifc bo givon up, Dolores. You must resign their ohnrgo to-dny.' Sho drew tho little dusky hoad l,o hor bosom, and Inviyhod caresses upon ?' But I cannot g'ivo up my pupils,' said Dolores, After a littlo pause, 1 her low tones freighted with pain. ' You forgot, mamma, that in leav 1 ing Lord St. Maur's honso I abandon ed tho logncy of poor Miss M'Kinlooh, I mnst work for my living.' ' I havo monoy onough for all your wants, and to spare, Dolores,' said Lady Glpninorris. 'You must not bngor refuso to allow mo to provide for you.., « You aro my own daughter, and it is my duty and privilego to take caro of you, as it is your duly to conform' to my wishes, Yon must not work lougov — that is settled,' ' But if I may not work, how shall I pass my time P' tusked the girl(

?-{ With no companions, with nothing to do, thoso lodgings would soon seem a prison, and my lifo would bocomo a burden. If I could bo always with you, mamma !' she added, wistfnlly. ' Ah, if you only could !' breathed tho marchioness. ' Dolores, your lifo in hard and joyless, but it is blissful compared to mine. Tho Hhadow of othors' wrongdoing darkens your ox« istonco, but you havo no torriblo past to haunt you; you havo not done wrong and repented it in days and nights of unrelieved anguish. Tho bitterest of all sorrow is tho sorrow of unavailing romorso, and that you have not had to bear.' ' No, mamma ; bnt havo you P.' 'IP' Tho marohionosfl's beautiful faoo grew suddonly dark. and bitter in its

expression of agony. , ' Yes, Doloros. I havo known ro morso for wrongdoing ; I know it con tinually, It is a vulture whioh boo retljr gnaws at my heart without ceasing. Oh, if I only 'dared toll you——' She pausod in alarm at her ' solf botrayal. The girl's soft hands carossed her cheek, and thon woro

ciaspeci aooui; nor nocK. xno gin s voice whispered softly— ' I do biow all.' Lady Glonmorris started back, growing whito as death. ? M Gifford Molcombo told you 1' sho breathed. ' Ho haB dared ? ' '' I found it out by accident,' inter rupted Dolores, gently, hor bravo, sweot voico oalming nor mothor's emotion as oil stills thofronzied waves. ' I was in the park yesterday. Mrs. Darmont invited me todrivo with hor and her daughters, Sho pointod out to me all tho notabilities and titled people whom wo mot, and among the rest she showed mo— tho Marohionoss of Glohmoms I' Lady Glenmorris gave a low, faint moan, and shrank from tho oaressing arms that clung to hor tho more tightly. ' I. thought there might bo somo mistake,' said Doloros, . softly, ' and after my return homo I iuade Blspeth go out with mo, and I oxamiued a directory, I found Lady Glonmorris's address, and wont to Grosvonor Rquaro, The 'evening had come on dark and rainy. Elspoth and I found tho house. The windows wero not shuttered, and. wo could look into the groat room, with its lights and flroB. And I saw Lady Glonmorris there, dressed for somo festivity. I saw' too, her boy, her baby son, and after wards hor husband,' Lady Glonraorrio drew a long, shivering sigh, and hid her face in tho girl's dusky trossos, (To be oontinuod)