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Chapter NumberLXXXVII.
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Newspaper TitleSingleton Argus (NSW : 1880 - 1954)
Trove TitleOlive Varcoe
article text OLIYE Y1RCOE. CHAPTER LXXXVII. "When Sir Hilton heard Olive say that she should never be his, unless given to him by Charle3 Vigo, his soul into the very depths of bitterness, and his clasp on her small band grew tighter and firmer. j ' This cannot, shall not be our carting,' he said, fiercely. ' You will come with mc to Trewavas, Olive"? You will sit v.-ith mc one short hour ? You cannot deny mc so small a boon '? I will say farewell now,' replied ' Oiivo, firmly. ; I will ilo nothing for you, that would bo unbecoming Charles Yigo's affianced wife to do.' ' And you say this to the man for ?whom you have nearly died !' cried Sir Hilton, desperately,—'to mc, for ?whose sake you endured in silence such agony, and such shame !' 'It was not such agony *as you think,' said Olive, honestly. ' I had ray innocence to uphold mc, and the soy of knowing that 1 was sultering in your stead.' ' Oil Olive, Olive ! and I have lest you !' he cried; then bis voice broke, and he stood silent, looking in her j face with a sorrow fast growing into ! despair. (slive strove to relinquish her hand from his grasp. ? JLet ma go' 5 she said again, gently. But he did not heed her ?svord3. ' Olive, yon have heaped coals of fire on my head,' he said, in a broken voiso, ' and now you desert mo, and leave mc desolate !* ?No no,' she returned. ' Yon have your home, your name, you pride; all those, "which I suffered, so much to save, are yours, unscathed, untouched by John's sorrow and sin.' ? These are nothing to mc, compared to you,' he answered, in anguish. Olivo smiled wistfully ; was so ? strange to hsai" httn say such. woriis. j f Do not -Dii vjiz so,' sbo continued, j 'Leave mo the consolation of thinking that, -when I took a~ay from you my love, I ieftyou what you valued mors, —your prids. Let mc cskeve that-, on the whole, you chose v.'ell that night, when you "held fas: to this, and j rejected mc. .Remember, bad you , lifted mo to yoi;r heart thsn, you must have shared ray terrible secret.and my misery, you must have borne shams : and dishonour; for -John, though at : times shaken in reason, —as surely not , altogether mad then, and if suspicion j on him, instead of on mc, he must have -censhed beneath the i law. Comfort yourself, then, that in j tha time I gained for him, his insanity bseamo an undisputed fact, and you have bean spared a great shame and 'agon". So your loss of mc is in reality a gain : your pride is saved, yotxr name is saved, and you ?? have lost only Olive Yarcce; —a slight los 3, Hilton, for I am bat a pennilese girl, a defendant, a mere poor relation, nnvrorihy tha hor.onr of your name. I know all thai now. Believe mc, I have learned in the hard world the distance there is betrween u^.' She spoke fas:, saying all this with maskneHS and rmo humility; but to Sis Hilton it seemed ihzt she bad chosen words purposely to torture him. ' Go en, Olive,' he said vehemently. '"TThy not stab cc to the heart at once?' Olive raise :i_ iter to -v lace J hsr *o be vilusd, honoured, lam&ntsd j by Si: Hilton Trewavas, that she ;ouM > ?oThsr β-sl had this proud ? what she had done, it- had seemed to j her gzea: lovS's 3u: sot.-, as j g£= Hilton's reproachful tone foil on | her ear, shs blushed painfully, as the j thought struck her, that if indeed his j love had at last outgrown his pride, j then he truly had no consolation fer J 'her loss, and her —ords must have ! appeared to him half cruel, half -:oe- , jul. I * O Hilton,' shs said, clinging :o : him. with both hands now, ' I did not j mean to wound you. I did no: ssy ; thin to remind you that it —as for j your sake I put ray hand in Charles j Vigo's. I t.aougzit to console you j h J ' - c. 'By showing me,' interrupted Sir; Hilton, ' that Olive Yarcce had saved j for ma my cold dead pride, in depriv- j ing mc of her living loving self. lam ; fitly nunished Olive ; say no more ; it j was "my cruelty, my hardness, my ?. blindness that forced you to throw J yourself on Charles Yigo for the help j and the faith thai I had not soul j enough to give.' j ? Oα. Hilton, Hilton, , mursmrea i Olive, ' I thought I vrzs. saving for you | ?srhai you loved best. I thought :ba: ! Olive Varcoe v/as nothing to you, corn- .; pared vrilh your name. And i: was i not till I had read John's letter, say- I in-?, that unless I accepted aid, he : T/ouid place m≤ in" safety, and I sa-.7 I there vras no way iefs to save you and-; him bus by escaping—it was nci till ; then that I sent the carrier-pigeon to .. my true friend, Charles Jgo. Though ; yo"u haied mc, thongh you scorned mc, : though your cruel thoughts of _ mc : made mc shudder, I would have xep; | ray Icve for you V, I could. icr . yoV sake I tore it ou: ot ray acars a>; ; last, for your sake I Sung n avray, ana f would not let it stay mc m inc. patr: i ? bad chosen. Oh do not tell we now ; that I did vrrong, and you would | rather ?ept rhaa bave £aved | your brother! , j Sir Hilton coald not i-eU her this, j and he was ashamed ro say that he , wanted both. He couM nor reconcile himself to the fact that he had lost Olive; he could not believe it, he vrrithed under the thought. She had been his, always his; he knew now . ? tha.t he had never intended to part ?with her, and like a man looking into ; some Tearful pit, ho recoiled from the ' void of his own life, deprived of her. j Yet, remembering all that Olive's great puro love had spared him, he grew calmer, and in his heart he felt that Charles Vigo was more worthy of her than he. Humbled, softened by this thought, ho spoke less selfishly. 'Do not grieve, Olive,' ho said; ' you did well; yon havo always done well. Mine was the sin ; mine be the punishment, mine the loss. You are ta!;en from my life for ever ; and my honour and my name arc left to mo in cold pride, in f amino of the heart, and in loneliness. Henceforth lam a solitary man. I will never seek to love or to bo loved. Olive, you have pledged your troth to a good and true m;;n, who succoured you in time of need. Bitter as it is to mo to say it, I know it would be ignoble in you to desert him now, especially for a man so infinitely beueath him in true nobility as L am ; —a man, Olive, who br.Koly forsook you, and, unable to comprehend jour nobleness, dared in his poor, mean thoughts, to stain your innocence with the crime committed by one of his own blood.' Olive wn.3 weeping, but she put lier hand upon his lips to stay his words, and ho caught- I:, and pressed it there, kissing it many tiine3. ' I am glad,' said Olive, ftilteringly, ' that you can at last sea my duty as I do. I have pledge , ! nv,- faith to Charles Yigo for ever. 1 —ill not turn even one lingering Ieo T - :o the p:isi. My life is his to dispose of as i he will. He merits :h:3 from mc, and i more.' j Then rousing horsoif from her feebleness, she drew back from Sir Hilton's clasp, and covering her eye 3 with her hand, she entreated him" to leave her. In the fierceness and misery of his love, Sir Hili-on longed to touch hor j hoping she —oaid vied him this last caress. ', ? Olive,' he said in a trembling ; voice, ' you once asked mc fer a kiss tbat I would neb give; and then we parted, as I thought, for ever. Xow we part again, but not in anger, and you will not, I hope, refuse mc this last sign of your forgiveness.' Olive was silent, but she turned sway from his gaze, and waved her baud in farewell. At that moment he thought of her as he had seen her at thb littlo inn, kneeling at his feet, imploring him for a word, a look of Mildness, and bis heart sank, and the desire to hold her only for an instant to his hcact, came upon him fiercely like a fever. * ?'/'?'-. '? : : : 'Olive, you cannot, you shall not refnse me!* he cried passionately.. 'This is my last request; when I see yon again you will be Charles Vigo's ?wife.* . The anguish in his voice rang through Oliv's soul, but she answered him calmly. ' I am as ranch bound in hononr now, as I shall be then,' she said. ' I should feel it to be a treachery if I yielded to your wish. Farewell, Hilton May heaven bless yon ! Tell Lady Trewavas, Olive Yarccs wiii never forget her, or csasa to thank her for her kindness to an orphan.' 'Kindnessi' repeated Sir Hilton, bitterly, ' you wers the light of our home, Olive, and we gcaded you into I f.^T-V.' : "'Gccd-bye,' said Olive again. eyes nv;t£a on Olive, tul a mis: came clown irctt2. t—o evening .cstvrsen ceir anci amt, mcung eaca irom r '*r other's si^ht. * * -j An hour after this, Sir Hilton Trewavas, with a haggard face, came . ami s_cou si—sntJy oy .L.Uu.y xrewavas s ' Have you seen her ? Have you asked hsr?' she said, eagerly. ' I have seen her— ? nave asked her —and we are parted for ever,' reniied Sir Hilton. Lady Trewavas sighed deeply. ? Then may heaven help us !' she said ; ' for you and I, my son, SStve lost the love of a noble heart.' * f * It was an hour later still than this, before Florian found Olive by the sea shore. She was weary with weep ing, and her face wa3 as white as snow, Ah ' her love was always greater than theirs, and so her grief was greater. ' If I had kissed him,' she said, ' I could not have let him go. Oh lam glad I conquered — glad I kept my faith. : upon the rocks, and wept bitterly. J CHAPTER LXXXYHI. ! "? And all is forgotten and forgiven j j old fellow ?' said Vivian Damerol j holding Charles Vigo by both hands. ! and looking much as if bo wanted to hug him instead. i ' Well, Olive forgives you.,' returned ; Charles ; ' and, after tbat, I can I scarcely call you ou: and shoct you, i though I must own you deserve it; , for, in snite of all my expostulations, : you hastened to join tbe army of ; donkeys and blunderers.' ; ' Write rae down an ass:,' responded I Yiviarij gaily. ' But in these un i romantic day/>, who would suppose ! that a little creature would ia';e upon j herself, in innocence, such a burden j of sin. and sorrow?' { 'Who would suppose it?' echoed ! Charles, sadly; ' be chat had eyes to see her genius and her love would guess it, and understand it; but the evil-fcbinkers of this generation, to whom tis so easy to believe in crime, so hard to believe in good, they would not suppose it. Their dull imagina tions could comprehend guilt, but not a noblo deed.' ' I accept your rebuke*' said Vivian, ' and I stifle magnanimously all tho cynical philosophy rising to \ny tongue. You mean to say that if we had given Miss Yarcoo credit for a good motive,"we should have instantly gained a clue to hor conduct, and v?-e should have rushed at the truth at once, as you did." ' Precisely so,' returned Charles. * But she was surrounded by the ! foolish and the blind, by men whoso uniidrstp.nding was darkened by reason of the hardness of the'r hearts ; and it was easier to them to believe a young girl guilty of a terrible crime, than to perceive that she was suffering an unjust accusation in noble, genorous, pitting silence; and more, in joyful, willing silence,. because it saved them yonder.' Charles Yigo's face had flushed, α-nu. his tones grow indignant ere he finished this speech. : I suppose they have changed ihoi" opinions now, respecting the 2tne-;.s or Olive Yarcoe to bs Lady Trewav^s, and she will marry Sir Hilton scan ?' observed Vivian. , ? Olive is engaged to me,', responded ] Charles in a hard tono; 'and, if sho i docs nc: refuse Sir Hilton, 1 shall i never forgive her. Bu: I have no fenr ; 1 she is honour itself; she will rnako j , him understand his position i: be j ! 3De?.!-:s to her. Come on to Bosvigo, \ I This too!: place as ' ! Trewavas church-town, a" which spot ? the fastidious Vivian Damarel had j chosen to ta'ie up his temporary abode. ' His motive was a double one: ha ; ?wanted ti see Florian—he longed to be reconciled to his friend. And now ho caught eagsrlv at his invitation, and 1 before nightfaU ho 7/as installed as a t n~ V; Heir no iclt m '' sjiiijg Flcrian again, this history will ) not chronicle, thongh it records a short j conversation he held with Olive, they t-wo being alone. ' Miss Varcoe," he said, ' wfa.en I look on yonr friend's face, I dara not hope ; but tell mc, shall I speak to her again ?' 'I think not,' answered Olive. : I think it would only pain her as well es yourself.' 'Vivianwassilentamomsut. j it is so bard for a man io play the j rejected ' spoon.' Bui, conquering his embarrassment, he said nervously, ' If Miss Langley rejected mc for soma one more worthy of her, I would bear it patiently; but I fear she has formed some unworthy attachment.' ?.. ? ? Jlorian is incapable of an ignoble love," said Olive -warmly. /"'?Bui,"Miss-Vareoe,' said he, 'she almost confessed to mc at Paris that she loved some one whom it was ioi- ! possible for her to marry, and I know she met this man clandestinely.* ? Is it possible you do not know whom she met, and that it was for my sake she mot him ?' cried Olive. ' Is it possible you do not know it was Charles Yigo?' ' Charles Yigo '.' exclaimed "\ ivi&n. ?' And is it Charles she loves ?' ; Hush :' said Olive, softly ; ' I have no right to talk to you of this; but ho" can I help hoping that sho vri-1 be happy ?' 'And is he blind?' asked Vivian, dolefully. : But ho cannot remain so long ; and as for rue, I s=e now, inclesa. lose Florian, I would rather yield hs~ I Charles Yigo v.-fll nct_eontisue msea j sible to Florian'a affections? I c-au J understand your feelings, Miss Yarcoe, j and your motives for thai wis.3 ; and [ and with you for my enemy, arid my < dearest fnead for my rival, i. nast } perforce retire from the field.' I oiiv9 blushed deeply. ! ' 2\ci your eusmy, Mr Damersl,' sha said. ' Iseverihess, I do hope that; Charles Yigo will eventually love the woman who loves him; and X iiccs this for his own sake. Florian as a whole, an unwounded heart to give him ; she will make him happier than I could.' ' Ye 3,' returned Vivian, ' you are right.' For a moment he seemed unable to say more ; then he rose, and 2ie'd cut his hand to Olive. ' iliss Yarcce,' he said, 'ones you deprived mc of my friend, and new, through you, I lose the woman I love ; but I recognise this truth, that in both, instances the fault was my ovrn. If I bed been with Charles, instead of J against him, I think I should.not have lost xlorian. One circumstance has arisen from the other. ' Bui you must not think,' resumed Olive, ' that Charles and Florian met in' Paris as lovers; ho was searching [ anxiously for ; and knor.-ing shs ! was my friend, ho wrote to hsr, and ' I understand i: all, Miss Yareca,' interrupted Dainerel; ' let us siy no more." ! Strangely to all, e::cent Olive and I Florian, the next post brought Vivian j I news, which called him away on i urgent business, and -.he same business ; I took him on a long tour. And he, ! the languid unbeliever, he, who had ' j sat alv.-uys in the ' seat of tho scornful,' j chose for bis travelling ground the I land of Syria and Palestine. There, where the mighty in faith have left footsteps for all time, he wandered to and fro, dimly wondering, with soul I half awakened, half longing to slumber in darknes3 again. ' CHAPTEE LXXXLV. Mrs Langley was preparing to go back to Ireland ; rani Olive, in much and perplexity, walehoil Flonaii's chce!: grow paler day by da)". During their long visit to Uosvigo, Cbnrles had littered uot a word to Olive of love, but neither had he in anyway released hor from her promise. Uound by this, she bad answered Sir Hilton as wo have soon ; but through this anxious, uncertain time, she suffered much, fl-nd. her great longing for Florian's happi ness added to the fever of her mind. There was perfect confidence between tho tv, r o girls; indeed, without this mutual confidence and affection, i Fieri an "would not have stayed sit ! Bosvigo. It was Olive who urged her ': to remain, Olive who had encouraged \ her to have hope. I, 'Oh liow glad I am yon love him !'.] she had said, clinging to Florian, j weeping. 'I shall not repjoacli my self so bit'.erly now; I sbr.ll doe tell my iieart, in anger, how hard it ia that it wiil not give him love. I shall bastov,' on him a gift a million times | better tb:i!i m% self, —I shall give him j Florin.' ' i And Florian had lit lest ceased to j r.nsvrer, - My dear Olive, he will rievtr j lova mc; ' sho had change:! it to, ' Vrhon will ho sea how much i caro for him ".' whon v> - ill ha sco that you Olive, cannot love him?' And Olive answered,—" LiSu us have patience. Oa Florian, you are my only consolation and hope. I trust in you to give him all the devotion, the tendorness, that my hard heart ?with holds.' Thus tho friends waited, both seeing that until Charles Vigo hiniself set Olivo free it was impossible she could do aught but hold herself bound to ! hini by every tie of gratitude and of ' honour. . It was in the wood near Trewavas that Charles spoke at last. l?o led Olivo away froni the others into that I litt'.e leafy glade where he h?.-2 Jound i her weeping so passionately on the day Eleanor died. " Olive," he said, 'it is jrst r. year ago since, on this very spot, I asked you to bo my wife-. You rezneiubsr your answer, and how, refusing m-a as your lover, you took ma as year friend. Have I hscn faithful to that trust and that name?' 'Ton bacn tho truest friend that- woman ever had,' replied Olivo. i m 00-ii and treinblecL as she spoke. Charles Y:<jo lookccL down on tho earnest face raised to his, and smiled. ' Yes, Olive,' said he, ' a Mead. I have never been more to you in all this time ; all my love has never -won more for ma than this, —your friend ship.* .'."..? ' And the dearest, truest love, that ever sister gave to brother," cried Olive, as her lip quivered, and her eyes filled with tears. 'I believed yon," retained Charles, softly. 'Bug you have promised mc more than this, Olive; yon. have promised to ba my -wife. And you "aye mc this promise, freely and uo asked.' ' I know it," said Olive, lifting bar eyes suddenly and frankly to his; ' and I give you my whela life eo~ ; a≤ freely as I did. then. Ccic.iE.ind mc, disease of ma as you will, out done; ask mc. to do you a great wrong - .' ' A wrong, Olive !' ha said raourn ' Chzrlss Vigc, a few months ago I wc-jli have married yo'.~, deeming my j 3.H£Ciicn, my gr^*.i^cc?^, : knoTT belter, r.j~ I I: sow I s::ci!d Ho '? ? 5-OT}- Olive V iis inierrucze—, i £; r -crl r "j ' lien- - ie j* ! X have cnlv yo— cf I yea of mine. ' Olive, , I ssid, ; I Trill 'it aver clcirn yourprcrciss. I -.viil have i your whole h32.ri and soul, or cniy a I poor remembrance. 2-Jctbing betvreen i those tyro. , 3s, Olive, 1 would not ; Ist yon marry mc for gratitude, even ! were you as willing to do so sow as ! you say you wars monies age. -\o, i Olive, yo , - are free. Giva mc ;ha I coor remembrance, and let us =aj : farawell., I ? I shall never ~~y farewell to you, j Charles,' said Olive, ciingzag to his ! arm with both her hands. 'Ivrc--iid .; be your Tvife to-morrov, only I snow i I should deprive you of a great < ness ; I should, take from yon. s. iieart that has given you its whols worship '— a heart worthy evon of yoa.' i ' V/ho can. can care for a poor rough j fellow mc, Olivo?' asked Charles J Vigo, wistfully. ' And. as for. ycur- I self, my poor little sis:;r, I never ! expectsd, I never hoped for your leys. No, lei mc tell you all the truth now. I have permitted you to think yourself ! engaged to mc, ihat- I might the icoro J easily befriend you; bua in my cvrn j mind I have never eocsidertcl that j your Tvcrds at the little inn. gavo mc f the shadow of s. claim on yoiz.' i Olive could not restrain, her tears. I ' You have always be-an s generous, s. iclf-i-aeriiicing "friend tc me,* she I ({uiis generous, o_ivc,' hs i answered, ' beeiruso I hav-3 delayed till I nov,- to teli you. all my mind. I confess I the truth. I coold bear to lose you, j bat I could not bear Sir Hilton Tre j waves should gain yen :co tab'ilv. j You have seen, him, Olive.' J ' I neve seen him, , see replied, ; whilo a sudden crimson, ruahod to bf-r j cheek?. j ' And you rof ussi fci;-i"?' asked ; Charlos. j ' Yes,' she said, faintly. ' You havo a right to demand this of mc, but do not question mc more.' ' I will not ask you another word,' responded Coarles, taking her hand kindly. 'I will only heg a favour of ? you, Olive.' ' You are sure I shall grant it,' said Olive ; ' so ask r:t onco.' ' Than do :iot tell' any one,' ho returned, ' lor i:. whole yt-nr, ibci you and I are not- lifriiuicod.' ' luay I tell i'lonan "?' she ashed; ' she is so good, so truu, so loving, you may lot me tell her.' * Well, Olive, tell Forian, then, if you "will, , said Charles; ' and at tho c-ncl of tho your, v.hen you refuse mo again, as you will, Olive, then you shall tell mo something—you shall tell nifi, who it is that hr.s given a thought to your friend, ' harles Vigo.' ' I promise you I will tell you that,' said Olive. ' And you will conic over to Jrelnnd to seo mo during the ?' ' I will come as often as I can, and you -will come to Bosvigo '?' ho said. Olive glanced sorrowful!}' towards Trewavas. ' I thin!: not,' she answered. £ See, Charles', thero lies all my life spread btforo me—my childhood, youth, love, sorrow, joy, and pain; all are- there beneath that rcof. I cannot see it, and not long to bo among them ones raots.' j Charles Vigo ?as silant a moment, { then ho vwi his arm aronna her i -endsrly. _ j ?' Ollva,' h-3 said, ' you have offeree! j mo all jour liia, and I ask you for j only "? year of it; but it you regret j this, if you vraulu rather go to them i at once ' j 'Ino, no! , sha cried, 'I will goto j Ireland with Florian. He is acting j aov.-, pnrhaps, from impulse, from j gratitnde. I v."ou!u rather vrr.ii the j A.ntl sc it v,v.s scf.lcd : but wh-:-n ! they iJepnrtsii :::o ::;:>:i uay the eld i squire loo".-ed ilismallr at his son. j ' Uosvirjo is :\ doleful place- without ! ladies, Charlie,' be said. S I must i hava a daughter soou ; and upon my I word I don't care vrhic-h of those two | girls it is, iad, so long as it is one of 'em.' (To be co;:ihi:ad).