|Chapter Title||INTERESTED SAMARITANS.|
|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||A Terrible Wrong|
A TERRIBLE WRONG.
. ? 4 ? By Mrs.. Harriet Lewis. Author of '? The Double Life.' Lord Darheood's Crime' fyp.
CHAPTER III. IXTRRKSTKD, SAMAK1TAXS.
Mrs. Brown had lost little of this conversation. From it she had gathered that Miss Qneenie hnd been placed in a, fashionable hoardino school hy her mother, who had not visited her, and who believed her to be ?still a pupil there. She under stood that Sarah AVagg had been
^urr wiirioi- anri go-between with ?Mr. Oswald' and Miss Qneenie, Wnle the latter had remained at ?school, and that since Miss Qneenie had left school Sarah Waeo had intercepted the letters of Miss kueenies mother, bringing them to t lie girl, who answered them as if at school. Tk.rM^Wnful 'irl- iilde^,' thought Mrs. Brown. ' Such deceit with that racel No bonder she's afraid to meet her mother. We'll see how tlJis new plan will work !' Sarah Wagg went away before nine o clock, and Qneenie read the letters she had bmnght, and wept over them and kissed them, and ''ally laid them on the coals and watched them bum to ashes. it was midnight when she crept in to bed and gathered her baby to her bosom. The little child was a part of herself. She clung to it with a wild and passionate love— this little in ? heritor of shame and sn™w I Tim
tiny head -was baptized with her tears that night, and she prayed that her errors might not be visited upon her child, even while she felt that her prayers were all in vain, and that the result of the sins of the parent would not die with them. The next day she looked so weak and worn that Mrs. Brown entreated her to go out for a ride in an omnibus, as she had done once or twice. A juvenile Brown was detailed to attend her, and Qneenie was persuaded to go. She crossed Lor don-bridge. At Regent-street she alighted with her small /guardian to take the return omnibus. The two stood on the kerbstone, awaiting the desired vehicle. The month was May, the air soft, balmy, and delightful. Queenie felt a new impulse of life thrilling all along her nerves. ' Suddenly a little procession of carriages filed along, approaching quite near the sidewalk. In the foremost carriage sat a bridal pair, the lady dressed in white satin, with lace veil and wreath of orange blossoms. She was young, with a handsome f ace'f ull of |overcearingpride. Queenie gave her but a glance, and then her gaze rested upon the bride groom. Heaven! That fair and delicate beauty— that slender, upright figure— why, they belonged to the man she had married— the man whom she had known as Oswald Keith ! A slight confusion among some cabs in advance had caused a momentary halt of the bridal carriage. Lord Os wald Lennox put out his head to see the nature of the detention, and his gaze met that of the younff wife whom
he had disowned, and whom he be lieved to be dead. He recognisedher, all pale, and thin, and sorrowful as she was, with, the brightness stricken out of her young face, the light gone from her sweet eyes— recognized him, and he drew back as if he had looked upon a gor gon. The naxt moment his carriage had passed on, and^ Queenie, faint and grasping for breath, her senses reel ing, her eyes blinded, clung to her child guardian as a drowning person clings to a strew. He was married again, then— her Oswald! Her marriage had. then
been no marriage, ; since he had not 'feared to take a second wife, unknow ing her fate, and she was a mother and no wife ! And now poor Queenie felt in all its awf nl meaning the horror of her lot. The frighened child summoned a cab, a bystander helped Queenie into it, the child gave the order, and the ? rechicle rolled away, poor Queenie, more dead than alive, crouching amid its shadows.