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Chapter NumberXLIX
Chapter Title
Chapter Url
Full Date1894-02-15
Page Number4
Word Count1583
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)
Trove TitleA Terrible Wrong
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By Mns. Harriet Lewis,

Author of ' The DonUa Ufa' « lord Darltumd's Grim' #o,


The owl stepped forward to greet this new visitor, ?with tho inlontion of withdrawing -with him to another ' room, BM tho marquis forestalled liifi puvposo. ' I hnvo ffood nows for you, St,

Mnnr,' ho exclaimed, smiling, 'I havo found Miss Wynn,' 'Found Dolores!' broathodtho olct'oa'rl and tho young baronofc, in n broath. ' Found Dolores !' cchood (he Rod 'buvns, mother nnd son. . ' Yea— she is at my house, and 1 nm como to take you to her, St. Maim My cab is at tho door,' ' Lot mo go, too !' oriod Mrs. Rod burn, coming forward, all agitation fliTlfl mrnif.HTiiATit.. - ' Tmnof, nnn lim-

sir, and ask hor to forgiyo mo, I liavo troatod her shamefully, I want to h«av her say that sli,o forgives mo, Lot mo eeo her too 1' Tho marquis looked at tho, earl inquiringly. 11 This Jacly is Dolores's grand mother,' explained Lord St. Maur. ' Sho is Mrs, Redburn, and this gontleman is her son, Mr. Redburn.' Tho marquis bowed to John Red burn, but his gaze dwelt' longest on the strong and noble face of Mrs, Redbnrni It was a f aco to command respect, if not love, and just now the dumb pathos in tho old eyes and , about tho mouth was wonderfully 'pitiful. And this was his 'wife's mothor ! TUo two must not meet. Tho mother's oursQ still 4 rang in the daughter's ears. -The shame still clung to the early life of poor, lost Queonio Rod burn— no, they must notmoefc! Ho ?was about to deny hor request to see

Dolores, to devise some excuse, -whon Lord St, Maur out the Gordian knot, ' My dear marquis,' he oxolaimod, 'I must tell you now what all the world musji know to-morrow — Miss Wynn is my own granddaughter,' His prido and exultation in tho annouoQment seemed to tho as singular as incomprehensible' . ' My 'son was married twico,' con ? tinued Lord St. Maur. 'His first . 'wife 'was Miss Quoonie Rodtnrrn,' . 'His wife P 'Was sho lawfully his wifeP' Tho marquis turned white with agitation, ' Lawfully, marquis. ' Ho did not ireafc her woll. T noliovenow that Grifford Moloombe was his evil genius , throughout. My son pretended to his ?wifo that his marriage with her was illegal. Ho deeoiyod hoi1 and drove her to hor doath. His ohild and hers — Doloros— is my lawful orandohild,

Now let us go to hor.' * Ho rang, and ordered a seoond cab. The marquis entereduponno further explanations. His heart was too full ' to admit ofspcooh. ? Lord St. Maur, Lord GUonmorris, and Sir Basil Nugont entered one cab. Mi's. Rodburn and hor son entorod tho othor, and both /vehioles wore, driven swiftly to G-rosvenor-squaro. Upon 'entering his own house tho marquis led the way to the drawing room. ... Lady Glenmorris, radiant with happiness, and looking superbly .'beautiful iu a dinner dress of pale bluo silk, was seatod upon a sofa, with Dolores at her Bide. The splen . did dark loveliness of the daughter

contrasted with tho pux'e . blonde beauty of tho mother. In nga the pair might have been taken for Bistors. ' Valoria,' said her husband,' ' I liavo brought you several old friends. Lord St. Maur, Sir Basil Nugent, Mrs. Rsdburn, and Mr, Rodburn, Lady Glonmorris's oyos dilated. Her face grew wlnto as any snow drift an sho rooognkod the gaunt old face of tho mothor who had oursed her. For a moment no one stirred or ppoke. Mrs. Rodburn gavo first a casual glanco and a bow to tho boauti ful marchioness, then, as those blue eyes liko Bouthorn atars stared at her in a'frozon gaze, hor mother's* heart loapod up, hor soul stirred to wild pain, and sho crept unconsciously a itop nearer. ' Mothor!' whispered hor son, warningly, half-fearing that sho had gono amct, But tho proud titlo, tho statoly homo, tho glitter of diamond*, tho ohangos of ninotoonyoars, tha inoroas

ad benuty that years and dev«lopmont had brought-— nonoi of these could blind tho mother's oyes. Sho camo yet a slop nearoiy, and then sank on her knees. ?' Queonio !' i»he cried out, sobbing. 'Queonio! Speak to me. Say thnt you forgivo mo the curse I put upon , you, my desertion of you in your tvoublo, my great 'wiokedness to you, Forgivo your poor old mother, Queoniej or I shall die.' Her miserable f aoo gtreamod with her tears. The marchioness ran to hor nnd ; fell upon hor nook, and the two sob bed together, . ' Lord St. Manr stared aghast. 'Am I mad P Or is all tho world mad, marquis P' he asked. 'Your wifo was a Miss Oalthorpo,' * ' ' The adopted daughter of Mrs. - ,Qalthorpo. Yes, but she was also Lord Oswald Lonnox's Wronged wife.' ' Then this w Queenio !' oriod tho ,old earl. I have found my dauorhter

in-law and my , granddaughter to gether.' Ho ombraced Dolores, and impart ed to her the information that she was tho Lady Dolores Lennox,, his grandchild and heiress. Lord Glenmorris raised his wife and her mother to their feet. Tho march ioness withdrew from Mrs, Rodburn's arms, and her brother, his faoo work ing with emotion, addressed hor. ' Queonio,' ho, said, '? can you for. give me, too P' -x Lady Glonmorris held outlier hand. . Ho took it respectfully, as if sho wero a superior being, ? «' Oh, John,' cried his sister, ' have you nnd mothor forgiven mo P Is it ? lime that you lovo mo still P' - Reading hor answer in his eyos.

iho (lung hor arms . around his nock, I iltor the fashion of tho iinpotuous oving..Quoonio of yoars ago, and kiss :d him. ' How did you find mo P' sho asked, releasing liersolf, and retreating to wards hor mothor, ' Valoria,' said tho marquis,

t/ikto in ono io wiiom you nave not spokou. Soo, . ho i« waiting— your futhor-in-law, Lord St* Maur.' Tho oarl appi'oaohod hei». ' 1 loved you as Lady Glenmorris, my dear,' ho said. '1 lovo, you a thousand-fold as my son's widow and tho mothor of my grandohild, Valeria — Quoenio — you have been more terribly wronged oven than you know. Your marriago was legal, You woro tho lawful wifo of my son, Lord Oswald Lennox, and all tho world shall know the* truth tomor row,' Lady Glonmorris was soizod with a sudden faintaoss, ' Hor husband caught hor in his arms and tondorly supported her, 'I do not 'understand I' sho falter ed, ' ??Oiffwd Moloombe ? '

' Gilford Meloombo has boon an' arch villian and plotter from tho first,' declared Lord St. Maur. ' Ho knew that my son's marriago with you was legal. Ho know that Do lores was my lawful heiress, Ho lovod hor, no doubt—who could holp loving her P — but h» meant to marry hor, nob for Iqyb alono, but for ambi tion and greed, Ho meant to win

through her a groat lortuno, position, rank ? ' Ho pausod as tho door swung open, Tho footman announced— ' Mr, MolcomW And Gilford Moloombo, smiling and jubilant, camo iu, expecting to meet Dolores and the Marchioness of Glon morris, and no ono. else. He had been told at Primrose Villa that Miss Wynn had gone to Grosvenor-squaro to remain, His small palo oyos(swopt tho, room noting each figure oi! tho group, and iiisfaco darkened ominously. There was tho march ion ess, hor form onoirolod by hor husband's arm, her lovely face radiant. (Thoro was

Lord St. Maur, tho pioturo of joy and rapturo. Thoro was Doloros, leaning upon Sir Basil Nugont, who did not oven loose his hold upon hor at Clif ford Molcombo's ontrauoo. And there was old Mrs. Redbura, softly orying, and her son with a face from which all the hardness and grimness had boon swept as by a miracle. 'What does all this meanP' ho asked, slowly. 'It moans, Gifford 'Moloombe,' do-, elarod tho old Earl of St. Maur, ' that I havo found my daughterin law and granddaughter. It moans that my son1' marriage with Miss Rodburn is to bo declared to nil tho world. It moans that I horo ao knowledge tho Lady Dolores Lennox, known heretofore as Miss Wynn, as my lawful granddaughter and heiress!' The old, lord Boomed to liko to repeat those words, Ho had

so longed for a grandchild that ho could not yet understand his groat' good fortune in finding ono. 'It means '— und now his voioo rang out loud and oloar— '.'that all your double doaling has boon discovered, Gifford ?Melcombe. That tho torriblo wrong perpetrated nineteen years ago upon an innocent girlby.ypu and tho man you led into ovil 'has at last boon righted! All England shall ring with your infamy I Go, before I for get myself and soil my hands with the punishment of a wrotoh below oven our contempt 1 Go, boforol flog you liko a dog!' One look into tho flery old face of Lord St. Maur, and Melcombe oon oludo'd that it would bo wisdom not to linger upon ' tho order of his go ing,' out to go at once. (To be oontinuod.)