|Newspaper Title||Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton, NSW : 1889 - 1915)|
|Trove Title||A Lost Life: A Complete Tale|
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most of the Cornish castles, -was quite close to the sea. On the ord- nance map it -was marked Carbis Castle, but for generations and gen- erations Cornishmen lind called it the Castle of Doom, for its owners had always met with some horrible fate. Not one Earl of Morvah, not one Baron de Carbis before them, had died in the natural course, and the gloomy Norman keep on the brow of the butting clift', with the waves roaming in the galleries they had honeycombed beneath, seemed itself ominous. And now the long line of Morvah had dwindled down to two
persons, Petroek, 18th Earl, and Lady Gwendolin CaiO.iis, the Lily of Cornwall. The earls had been all sorts-soldiers of fortune, bandits, débauchons, spendthrifts, blacklegs ; they had only tallied in coming to a violent end. Earl Modrcd, tho last, had been a miser and a usurer, so grinding, so fiendishly brutal to Iiis debtors and tenants, that a family of stalwart sons, ruined by ono of tho life tenancies in vogue in Cornwall, and enforced upon their father's death with more than ordinary heartlessness, lind turned upon their ruiner and killed him, though they all swung for it afterwards. His miserliness made him keep up the family tradition ; it had also an effect upon this history, for he left his savings to his daughter, which made her tho richest heiress in the West of England.
Earl Petroek had no very distin- guishing vices, except his ungovern- able temper: he was a member of two or three crack fast clubs, at one of which lie saw much of Charles Le Gray, a brother of a peer and a cap- tain in the Rifle Brigade. How Cap- tain Le Gray lived was a mystery ; he had long ago squandered his patri- mony. Lord Morvah knew this, but for a man of his temperament the captain had a sti'ong fascination. The Morvah blood was wild enough in all conscience, and there was nothing in gambling or dare-devilry that would stagger Le Gray. He lind lived lifo to the dregs. At last, in an evil moment, the captain thought of Lady Gwen Carbis's join- ture as a means of satisfying Iiis cre- ditors. Lord Morvah was one of his most intimate friends, and ho ima- gined that his consent went without asking. Here was a more delicate matter. Making her acquaintance was not difficult; ho had only to learn from natural friends what houses she went to, and as a mem- ber of tho same set there were sure to be some where he had the entrée?. So it proved, and Lady Gwen proved an easy victim. She heard much of his exploits, from ber brother, and she, too, had tho wild blood running strongly in lier veins. Tho pure young girl gave her whole heart to her hero, whose exploits, it must be admitted, had many of them been on
Not so Lord Morvah. Captain Lo Groy might be good enough to be lu's friend, but he was not good enough to be his, sistei-'s friend, much less her lover. Lady Gwen's spirit was equal to her brother's ; she was her own mistress, and many Charles Le Gray she would. Lord Morvah forbade' him the house.