|Chapter Title||AT THE OLD HOME.|
|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||A Terrible Wrong|
A TERRIBLE YvT.ONG. ? + ?
By Mrs'. Harriet Lewis. ,
Author of '? The Double Life'. Lord Darkwoo&'s Grime' '8[0i
CHAPTER IV. AT THE OLD HOME.
' Then, why hasn't she written to you these three months ?' demanded tlie daughter in law. 'You have written to her several times, but she
does not even take the trouble to answer you.' ' I think she must be ill,' said Mrs. Redbum. ' And she won't Suffer Madame Delange to write to me, thinking every day that she'll be better. Or she has written, and her
letters have miscarried. Of course, 1 know that if she had boen very ill, I should have heard. It's odd, this long silence, and I am going up to town this very da}', Mary, to see my child.' 'You, mother? When you have'n't been away from Redburn Farm for years !' ejaculated the daughter in law. ' 'Why, I supposed that you didn't want Queenie's grand friends to see you and John. Madame Delange takes only the daughters of thenobil ity and gentry, and if you had not
been a lady born she would never have taken your child. And Queenie's such a belle in the school — she won't like to see her plain, mother and brother, I know.' Mrs. Redbum's old face flushed a . little. ? ? ; ' ' My daughter will never be ashamed for her old mother, Mavy, you may be sure,' she exclaimed, ' This room is ready. '?Qfueenie shall occupy it to-morrow. I am going to
see ner, anci 1 11 bring Jier home tor a day or two. I wish the school term were ended. In month or so it will be, and we'll have Queenie back for good. Hark! Is not that John's step?' A heavy tread was heard on the stairs. John Redburn looked into the room. ' At your worship, mother ?' he asked, pleasantly, ''What do yon think, John?' cried his wife. '' Mother's, going.. to London ! To see Queenie!' . '' ' The best .thing she can do,' .said John Redburn. ' I ana anxious about Queenie, and have been thinking of EToino1 mvSfilf. T'll crn wi-fcli vnn
mother. If you want to go to-day, we have time to catch the three o'clock train. I'll have the horse put to the chaise directly.' .. ' I'll . go,' said Mrs. Redburn, deceidedly. ' I can't bear this suspense another night.' John descended to order one of his labourers tq puib on-, his Sunday, gar ments. His mother dressed hirself in a black silk gown, black shawl and bonnet, and looked even distinguished
wnen ready, iler air ot command made her a marked- figure any- where. When the chaise was brought down, both mother and son entered it, and, having said adieu, drove rapidly away. They proceeded to the nearest station, left the horse and chaise at the inn, to be called for on their re turn, and caught the three o'clock express. . It was a little after five when they eutered the London terminus. They took a cab and drove out to Highgate Rud to Throckmorton House. This was an imposing building, surrounded by a garden, and shut in wTT Tnnrn Twinlr tit-oIIo HTMia nnlk -wrtTljiri
into the yard, and Mrs. Redburn and her son alighted at the door, and were admitted by a trim housemaid — Sarah Wagg herself. . ' We wish to see Madame Delange,' said Mrs. Redburn, with dignity, advancing to the drawing room, ' and my daughter also — Miss Redburn.' . ? ??
?me nousemaid started, tnrmngpale. It was only the night ' before that she had visited Queenie, as we have chronicled. She had hoped that the girl might manage to return home
wren ner secret; unsuspected. — out here was absolute ruin to all her plans. Mrs. Redburn and her son, scarcely looking at the housemaid, passed into the drawing room. Sarah Wagg stood bewildered. ? ' I'll tell them that madame has - gone ' out,' she thought. ' But they will come back. What shall I do ?'?, Her indicision was cut short by the appearance of Madame Delange her self from the garden. Theproprietress of this finishing school was an English lady who had married a French gentleman, and who had early been left a widow. Her French name haol been caDital to her. and sha lmd
amassed money in her chosen vocat ion. She was dignified and richly dressed. The housemaid, believing that es cape from her predicament was
impossible, hastened to state that then were visitors in the drawing room. Madame Delange proceeded thither She had seen Mrs. Redburn upon one occasion, when the lady had brough her daughter to school, three year; before, and she now recognized her and greeted her cordially. She bow ed graciously to John Redburn, anc took a seat near her guests. ' I beg your pardon for comin- directly to the point of my visit Madame Delange,' said Mrs. Redburn ' ButI have not heard from Queenii in three months. Of course, her let ters have miscarried, but I havi grown very anxious. You will maki allowance, I know, for a mother's fears I wonder that my daughter is no; Tiptp nivpn.rlv. Ts rTirwpII 9'
The stern old face was full of wist ful eagerness. But mother and soi awaited breathlessly a reply. Madame Delange looked puzzled. '? There is some strauge mistake,' she said. ' I don't understand you madam.' ' I merely ask if my daughter ii well,' repeated the mother, beginning to tremble. ' But, my dear madam, how shoulc I know?' ('To be continued.)