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Chapter NumberXXIX, XXX
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Full Date1894-01-12
Page Number4
Word Count1052
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)
Trove TitleA Terrible Wrong
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111 -M 'T ''' ? ' , ?I -? . ' . .By Mns.ITAr.rjET Lbwir. Author, of 'Th* Dmllo I/ifo' ' Lord Darkwoaffa Grime' tyo,


' I.havo'fioni'ohod evovywhovo fov - you, .'Dolores. I 'have boon to your old yonsionnat at Nico, I have /boon down to Kodburn Farm a scoro of times. Ihavo fairly haunted Mr, Watkyn 5 but I havo found you at last, thank heavon !'

Ho caught hor in his arms and em braced her 'with such passionate joy that ' Dolores was assured that ho never intended to loso sight of her again, -.i After the first transports of that re union tho young baronet drewDoloros to a seat nponasofa and took his place boflido her, drawing her to him, ' Now toll mo how you happen to be here, in St. Maur House r ho ox olaimed. ; v ' Lord St. Maur is my guardian,' said Dolores, demuroly, ' Your guardian P Dolores Red bum ? ' 11 Hush, Basil !' interrupted Doloros, gravely. ' You must never spoak thoso names again. Tlyoy avo not I raino. I have no right io tho name of Rodburn, and I wish/never to hear it again while I live. I am Dolly Wynn to you, Basil, as well as to ail tho world,' ' Your real name is Dolly Wynn P' ' Yes, tho only -name Ihave any right to,' anflworod Dolores. ' Mr. i Watkyn bestowed that name upon mo, nnd I havo no other.' . - Sir Basil looked bowildored, Ho nakod again how it happonod that sho was at St. Manr House, and Doloros #ftvo him an acoonntof hor ongagemont by Mm M'Kinloch, ur companion, hov lifo at Caatlo Kinloch, in tho Scottish Highlands, nnd tho rocont death of hor old f riond. ' Sho haH loft mo (on thousand pounds in consols,' oqncludod Uoloroa, ' and naked Lord St. Manr (o bo my guardian. Thovo is tho whole story, Basil. 1 did not oomo horo without tolling tho cari onough of my history to givo him an idea of tho tviith, Ho asked mo to drop tho subject for over, and I ask you, Bfisil, to forgot that yon over know mo undor anothor namo. But if yon can't forgot, at loast givo mo your promiso, your word ' of honour, never to montion to any human boing my voal name or to show any knowlodgo whalover of my ' origin.' 'I give you my promiso, my solemn word of honour, ])ol— Dolly,' criod her lovor. ' But tho promiso was not necessary. I would dio boforo I would lot anyone know the story you have concealed. But wo shall havo to begin our acquaintance ovov again, in outward apponrauco,' he addod, smiling. 'I shall have Lord St, ' Main1 nitroduoo'mo to his ward indue ' form to-morrow.' 'You havo boon often to the farm,' ? said Dolores, with a sigh. ' Mr, Rodburn told you my ontiro history, I suppose. You must see that wo ought not to moot again,' ' I fail to floo any such thing. What havo other pooplo's faults to do with us P' ' But a marriage is out of the question. Mr. Watkyn said so, Basil. 1 am not a fit wifo for you ? ' 'S Allow me to bo the judge of that, Miss— Wynn. Dolores, you havo be come infeotod with quixotic ideas which 1 must combat, I shall not givo you up. I dofy tho whole world , to take you from me.' This RSBnranco certainly seomod to rondov Dolores very happy, She nestlod oloso bosido hor loyor, and forgot hor atom resolutions^ of an eternal separation from him, His . masterful appropriation fo tho would bo of no effect for tho present. ' Do the Redburns know where youaro, Dolly P' asked her lovor, ' They havo always refused to give me your address,' ' But thoy know it. They woro tqrribly cruel to \ me, Basil. They bade me discard their namo, to which I had no right ; they sent mo away from thoii1 house, heaping scorn and contumely upon me, as if I wore tho vilest criminal in oxistenco. 1 triod to make them love me, but thoy hated mo. I never wish to see them again, or to hoar their names. I have begun a now lifo ; lot the old one be buried out of my sight.' ' It will bo as well, Dolores, We will lot ' the dead past bury its (load,1 and bogiri anow, I shall bo introduc ed to you to-morrow by Lord St. . Maur, and to the world our acquaint ance shall seem newly begun.' ' Then you must not stay too long this evening. Leave me now, Basil. I want to think all this over,' said Dolores, with a return of inisgiving. Tho leavotaking wafi floveraV times repeated. Sir Basil found it hard to tear himself away from lua newly discovered botrothod. Ho had so many quo&tions to nslc her, so much to say, but he went at last, and Dolores was again alone. u How despicably weak I am,' she thought. ' I was so glad to soo him ' ' that I forgot all resolutions to avoid him. ? But +his logaoy of MissM'Kin looh's and tho fact that Lord St. Maur lias kindly consontod to act as my gnardian do not in the slightest '{?degree render me more worthy of Basil than boforo. My origin is |n8t us uhamoful, Tho wrong to him in Biwh ft marHitgo would bo , pint n« groat now an boforo. I have been . ;wild— wad. I can novel* many Basil —never ! My duty is, first of all, to

my wronged and1 outcast moihor. Boforo, I could make no 'attempt to rescue ? hor, bo&uwb I was poor and powerless. Now I havo money, ? and f onn iiinko hor oorafoi'tuWo. 1 must find her. I will put tin ndvortisn* montin the Timoa to-morrow— -Elspolh. shall help1 mo— for Most Quoonio B,edburn.'' t ; The door again oponed, Tho servant announcod— ' Mr. Melcombo.' Gifl'ord Melcombo entorocl thp room and closed tho door* behind him.