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Chapter NumberXLVII
Chapter TitleCONFESSION.
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Full Date1894-02-12
Page Number4
Word Count741
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)
Trove TitleA Terrible Wrong
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Th,o hour against whioh Lady Glen morris had fought so doeporatoly had - oome at last, Th« oriels of hor life hod arrived, Hor long Btrugglo, hor floroo battle against fato itself, lad ended, Her husband know too much ofhov torriblo soorettobo put oft1

wimi uiihhy oxoubos, witn partial ex planations. Truth, tho whole truth, must bo told, and that at onco. Aud, strango as it may sooni, to Lady Glenmoma'a first thrill of hor ror, to hor first shook of terror, -uo- oeedod a sense of relief. She wai truthful, honowable, scorning even tho semblance of a falsehood. Tha lif© sho had been

uving ot late, jaor secresies and anxietios had iorturod her almost to madness. In this first awiftroYuU ion of feoling, sho felt that it would be a joy to tako hor daughter by the hand and fleo with her to some re moto cornor of the earth. Then, as hor bluo eyes, burning like stars, dwelt upon hor huekind's dra^a and hag gard viaago, sho wishod that she might have died in tho long years ago before sho had seen him. Remorseful aud anguished, sho slipped from hor chair and fell upon

her knees before him. Ho raised her up and put hor again on hor chair. ' Do not kneel to mo I' ho said, Jwarsely. ' The time has coma whon you must lay baro your past to mo, Valeria, without reserve. You were ; tho adoptod daughter of Mrs. Oal thorpo, Was your real name Oal* thorpoP' Ludy Glenmorris shook, her head, i t VTT1 I till All

' wnatwasit, tnon r ' The low, stern voice was like that, of a judge. Tho wife hesitated. But tho time forreticonco was past. Tho truth must bo told. If you decline to answer,' said her husbaud, ' I will wring the truth from Gilford Molcombe, I will know, Speak. Your roal name P' ' Quoenio Redburn !' ** Quooni0| Hedburn ! And whoso child is this— -this Dolorei, whom Molcombo is to'marry P Who is this

girl who sacnfloes horsol I: to save you P' «? Sho is my child, my own daughter!' was the answer, epokon scarcely above a whisper. ? A spasm of pain oonvulsed the marquis's features. ' Your child ? I know that you woro a widow, Valeria, but you never told mo that you had had a child, Why wan her existence so carefully concealed from mo P What is this jnyistory of your past you havo tried

bo hard to keep from mo P Is it oou* nooted with your first marriage P' His fierce gazt compelled her answer, 14 Oh, Hugh!' shtj oried out, pit eously, looking up at him, with, wild

blue eyes. ' What am I to my r vn I how can I toll you P' ' Tho truth 1' said the mara^ hoarsely. ' Givo mo tho w^o tvuth, Valeria. Who was ygOp ' first hw band?' * TMlHHA ?H'-m ^ .^.« ? .ill. .1 ? 11.1..

*'VV Miua it mumuuu » uuuvutv hush., during which tho marohionosflr8 Wutiful face grow cold and rigid in every feature. Sho had boon stricken with dospair at the moment of her husband's ou tranco ; now sho lookod liko lomo hap

iob» ci'eaturo upon wuom tn« son tenco of death has boon passed , No thought of concealment of the truth, or oi provarioation, came to her. The truth came to her lips aa a woll learned losson toaohild's lips, But her mouth seemed stiff, hor voice aivntiwA mid umifitnval. no bIiq nnawflr*

od— ' You know, Hugh, that I had boon married before I evor saw you, You woro told that my marriage had boon unhnppy, and that I had resumed my maiden name after becoming a widow. Mrs. Oalthorpo toltl you this, but 1

had never borne her name, never booh her, until the tragedy of ray lifo wan over. Sho was good and loving, ft mother to mo whon tho mother who bore mo cast mo off with hor ourso. Sho thought I should bury ray| past out of my sightfor over, and out of tho knowledge of tho world. It was a

fatal error, How nav« i not atoned for it.' Tho marquis did not speak. His dark und haggard faco wua iueorut able, vot torriblo. Ho stood liko some

statuo, silent and motionless, Lady Glenmorria continued— (To be oontinuod)