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,._. ~¥‘-IW‘W>E°M~F Meowevmnwmwrm Love. MMM+-:«:~:o+~:«z«z»zwz~ez«+vx~:fi CHAPTER X. Lady Caraven felt something‘ like despair. Was such a life, after all, worth having? Was her title worth undergoing so much for? She was living without hope, without love, Without happiness, subject to much impertinence. Surely life was not usually like this, or why did people talk of its brightness, its beauty? There was nothing to which she clung - in the life she was leading. She would have separated herself from Ravensmere, and all that it containedâ€"except Sir out a sigh; it was even worse than thatâ€"she disliked all belonging to it. ' Why should she submit any long- er‘? She would rather be a goverâ€" ness, rudely treated by an upstart woman, than a countess neglected and despised by her own husband, and insulted by his friends. She Would rather forego, every luxury, and work for her daily bread, than bear this life any longer. Why should she? The earl had married her for her money; now he had it â€" nothing could take it from him. Her father had sold her for a title; he could call himself the father of Lady Caravenâ€"nothing could undo that. But she was indispos'ed any longer to be the victim of both. She would seek her freedom and would find it. 'She walked with head erect, with flushed face and angry eyes, through the splendid rooms. They were all more. or less occupied. 1n the lib- rary some gentlemen 'were writing lettersâ€"the billiard-room was always engagedâ€"the ladies of the party oc- cupied different apartments. It seemed to her that nowhere would she find peace. Her whole soul was in a fever of unrest, a tumult of sad- ness and weariness. Her heart ach- ed, her head throbbed. She longed with desperate longing for a f'éw minutes’ repose; it seemed to her that her life was hurrying on like a swift river into an unknown sea. She Wanted to stop and see whith- er it was going. Everywhere there was the same noiseâ€"the deep voices and deep laughter of men, the light tones and gay laughter of women. There was not a spot in the whole place for rest. She pressed ‘her hands against the temples that throbbed so violently. She looked around her half irresolutely. Whith- er should she go? Then she thought herself of the pleasaunce the only spot where she could even imagine herself alone. The pleasaunce must have been constructed by some one who knew how human nature longed to rest. Few of the Ravensmere people knew of its existenceâ€"the visitors did not. Some of the servants were in perfect ignorance as'to its where- abouts. It was constructed for the sole and exclusive use of the Ladies Caraven. Rumor told strange storâ€" ies of one of the daughters of the house‘ who had been born with a deâ€" formity in the face, so terrible that she was unfit for human eyes to gaze on. The earl, her father, never perâ€" mitted her to leavethe house. and this garden had been constructed onâ€" tirely for her use. It was inclosed between four high walls, and those Walls were covered with a luxuriant w growth of ivy. No windows, no towors, overlooked the garden. The paths were broad and straight, the whole place was a wilderness of flowers. The young countess bethou-ght her- self of this retreat. She had one ,key of the dark green door that led to it; Sir Raoul had another. She would go thither._ she said to her- self, and' . look her life in the face, and then decide what to do with it. It was also dawning across her that she would not be able to bear her trials much longer; that she could not and would not endure them; that there was a brighter life somewhere, which she was determinâ€" ed to find out; that she could not sacrifice her whole life to a shadow of duty; that, in fact, she would go forth free. Free! The very word made her 0r Lady Caraven’s Labor of Raoulâ€"withâ€" be- - The leu Eli Persuasien , C E heart beat quickly. Free! She would no longer be tied to the man whose indolence, whose 'selfâ€"indulâ€" gence, whose cold indifference and neglect, whose utter want of interest in his duties irritated and annoyed 'her every hour of the day, to the handsome, indolent man who allow- ed fever and disease to run riot in the cottages belonging to him, while he wrung from the tenants all he icould get, who abandoned every duty and was satisfied to leave the most solemn of his engagements to. a man like John Blantyre. She was tired of it. She would be freeâ€"free to go whither she would Why should she remain? Her fathâ€" er had deceived herâ€"he had told her that she could live without love, that nothing was of any worth exâ€" cept rank, wealth, and position. She had found it to be untrue. Looking back now, she regretted bitterly that she had not decided otherwise, and had not refused to live without love. She went to the pleas-aunce. If she were interrupted there, it could only be by her husband and Sir Raoul; there was no fear of other intruders. A sense of relief came to her when she found herself between the four high Walls. The blue sky smiled down upon her, the languid air stir-; red faintly, the scent of roses camel to her on the wind; it was like a reprieve to enter that quiet retreat, She walked down one of the broad. straight paths to where crimson car-v nations grew side by side with whitel lilies, and there she seated herself to l restâ€"alone. And it was so sweet to be alone. There was no sound of men’s voices or of light laughter; no sneer could reach her where she was; there was nothing but the blue sky above, and the breath of the sweet western wind. She was shut out from all soundsâ€"alone, with the thread of her life in her hands. It was a dreary tangle, a miserable disappointment. She was tired and weary. Looking back, she thought she must have been mad to sacrifice, iherself as she had, done; married forl her money, sold for a title, her own will, her own womanhood had never asserted itself. Her handsome in- dolent husband did nothing but treat I her with indifference and contempt. I lShe could do nothing for him. He was on the way to ruin. How couldl she arrest him? His whole life wasl a round of senseless pleasure from which she could never divert him. He- had all that he wantedâ€"her money. Now surely she could go freeâ€"free to lead a more congenial life, where she would not live in the midst of annoyances and vexations. She would go and live in France or Italyâ€"anywhere away from Engâ€" land! Iler father might be angry. iShe would ’not heed it. le had shown but little love for her; she would not consider him. The only lregret she feltâ€"and it was deep Ione-~was for Sir Raoul. Sir Raoul, .the only human being who cared for lherâ€"what would he say when he lknew that she was going? He would Imiss her so terribly; but, even for 'his sake, dear as he Was to her, she 'could not stay. He would miss her, I ‘he who loved her with a true loyal .love: but, she _would tell him how wretched she was. how utterly misâ€" erable, and then he would see that She must go. Suddenlyâ€"she could not tell whyâ€"- the self-command of long years broke |down. Iler pride, her courage, her high spirit, the proud sense of re- lsentment that had sustained her, broke down, and she wept as she had lseldom wept in her life before. The passionate tears seemed to relieve her. It was a luxury to weep there aloneâ€"for once to give herself up to a full sense of her misery, of her disâ€" appointment, of her blighted iife -â€" for once to dare to look the truth full in the face. and own to herself that she was one of the most misâ€" erable, most wretched girls in the whole wide world. She sobbed out the words. It was a relief to say themâ€"a. relief to say even to herself that she was so mis- and feel alone. erable; she had been so proudly re- ticent, so selfâ€"restrained. r Suddenly a hand was laid upon her shoulder, and, looking up, she saw Sir Raoul standing by her side. In his pale face, worn with pain and suffering, she saw infinite pity, inâ€" finite love; compassion and tenderâ€" ness shone in her eyes. He had neVâ€" er looked so true and so noble as he did just then. He bent over her. “Iâ€"l'ildred, poor child, is it so bad as this?" he asked. “It is so bad,” she said, "that it could not be worse, Raoulâ€"nothing could be worse. I am tired of it. I am going away.” "Going away!” he repeated, s]: â€" .ly. “That is what I feared. as your patience, your forbearance, come to an end at last, Hildred?” “Yes,” she replied, truthfully, “it has at. last.” ~He was silent for a few minutes, and then, as she looked up at him, a great awa stole over her. His eyes were raised to the clear skies, his lips moved. Surely in a. picture she had seen a figure something like his, with a serene light on the brow. Her anger, her impatience, her bitter contempt and dislike seemed to fall away from her, even from that one look at his face. She rose suddenly into something nobler than a weeping, vengeful, unhappy woman. “You are going away, IIildredâ€"â€"- you can bear it no longer? Poor child! This reminds me of an hour I spent once with a soldier who was determined to desert his post and fly.,v ' "I am not a soldier,” she said, with a more pitiful smile. “We will talk it over,” he reâ€" plied; and he seated himself by the crimson carnations by her side. "I will tell you all I think,” he said, "and we will talk it over; then you i shall decide.” She was trying to harden her heart against him, to say to herself that, lno matter what he thought, urged. or said, it should make no differ- enceâ€"she would go away. He was sensitive and proud, he was tender of heart, but how could he underâ€" stand her casc? That which tor- tured her was nothing to him. , He looked at her with the same sweet, noble compassion that seemed to her almost more than human. “IIildred,” he said, in a. low voice, "will you trust me wholly? of Will you tell me the true story your marriage?” "Do you not know it, Raoul? It seems to be shameful I have no wish to repeat it.” ' “I know something of it,” he re- plied; “but not the whole truth. I know that you will tell it to me. I ask you as a physician asks. I must know the whole truth before 1 can advise. Tell me one thing did you love your husband at all before your marriage?” “No,” she replied; “not in the least.” - "Will you tell me again why you, a woman naturally noble, naturally tender and true of heart, married without love?” She glanced at him, her beautiful face full of perplexity; she had gathâ€" ered a crimson carnation, and was holding it between her slender fin- gers. "I will tell you, Raoul. I asked my father if love were’necessary for happiness, and he said ‘No.’ I be- lieved him; hence my mistake.” - “Your father deceived you.:’ “He did deceive me,” she plied. He looked at the downcast face. “Poor child!” said the grave voice again. “Yes, I was deeply to be pitied. I was sorry even for myself. 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Chase's Ointment comes useful in a, hun- skin and chilblains. l l l I am so frightened that I can going away, Raoul; My patience has failâ€" ed me.” “It is a sad story. Tell me, Hi1- dredâ€"why does your patience fail? I love Ulricâ€"I love you; I can judge between you. Why does your pa.- tience fail?” “I do not like speaking of it,” she began. “You must see, Raoul, as well as I doâ€"you must understand. How could any'one help despising and disliking a man who lives for himself, who cares for nothing but his own pleasure, and leaves every duty neglected? How can I love a man who married me only for my money, "despising me the While? â€"â€" who has not since marriage shown me the ordinary civility that a gen- tleman never fails to show to a lady? He is selfish, indolentâ€"011, Raoul! I do not like saying this, but if you saw his cruel neglect, his cruel oppressionâ€"if you knew how carelessly he leaves everything to John Blantyre, how heedless he is as‘to the ‘claims of justice, you would be sorry for me!” "I see,” he replied, quietly. “Now tell me, I-lildredâ€"I know you will speak quite franklyâ€"do you see one redeeming quality amid all your husband’s faults?" She thought long before she an- sweredhim, and then she looked inâ€" to his face. “I am afraid notâ€"I do not reâ€" member one. Yes,-there is one;, I have never heard him speak falsely.” Sir Raoul’s face cleared. "Ulric was a, truthful boy,” he said. “Do you know of anything else in his favor?” She thought again. “I think,” she replied, even more slowly, “that he is tender-hearted. He is not cruel; he does not like to see people suffer; he is cruel only to me.” ' ' “True in word and tender of heart â€"â€"those are two good qualities; we know that he has a handsome face, an easy grace of manner, a musical voice. You see I am trying to disâ€" cover his good qualities. I think that Ulric Caraven has in him the elements of a, noble character, Hil- dred. Give to a sculptor a block of shapeless marble, and what does he fashion from it?” ' “A beautiful statue,” she replied. “True. Given a shapeless- mass of qualities, good and bad intermixed, I say that a good woman from them misery_ some can mold a beautiful character. Lisâ€" tutes, and in order to protect your‘ tenâ€"~I will tell‘ you how.” He had drawn nearer to her, fell at his feet; the western seemed to pause and listenâ€"it fell with a faint, subdued sigh. “Your life lies before you now, divided into two paths. that you have been victimized, that you have been married for your money, that you have been sold, as it were, for a title, that your girlâ€" ish romance and your womanly ten- derness have been alike outraged, that you have been deceived, per- suaded that you could live happily without love, and that you find it all a mistake.” “Yes,”- she repeated, take.” "You have borne your fate brave- ly as yet, but now you have tired of it; your courage aiid patience have failedâ€"you have told me so, “all a mis- and I can plainly see that in your own mind you are seeking some means of escape. Is it not so?” " (To I30 Continued). W“. 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