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Street and Smith's New York Weekly
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Street and Smith's New York Weekly
Street and Smith's New York Weekly : a journal of useful knowledge, romance, amusement, & c. , v. 51...
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Street and Smith's New York Weekly : a journal of useful knowledge, romance, amusement, & c. , v. 51, no. 48, September 19, 1896.
Thurston, Barbara, Mrs.
18 September 2019
New York : Street & Smith
New York Weekly.
When love beckons / by Mrs. Barbara Thurston.
New York (N.Y.)
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Entered According to Act of Congress, in the Year 1896, by Street & Smith, in the Office of the Librartan of Cé ngreas, Washinglon, D. 0. OFFICE ~ 29 Rose St. New York. New York, September 19, 1856. a aM i F CHAPTER I. THE ADOPTED DAU “How lovely Lady Cree. ‘ote to-night? said a languid lady to her pa ihe gentleman raised biseye am, and glanced botn Three Dollars Per Year. BY MRS. BARBARA THURSTON.* girl laid ber band on this gentleman’ ard started, and tu raed serbablor' on low, w eis + Ee quietly to his mk a a faint intorest. id he, « she is perfect; but hers is the boast fot grace, 0 f elegance, of reflnoment— cried 't! n You suppose it possible that Lady Crebyils ml ever be touched by haps, ia old age death may separat husbend or ber children 9 oer tr “1 have strango ideas ab times, lew, “and often, when T look at a fa Xa prevent soft ontlines, but tl ear ‘at a harsher time, when so Tave sot their marks upon it rrow and care, coupled w: name, seem to me abterly ‘out of ‘piece ”* return the lady. “Why, Castle Crohylis in itself is in enough to make of all she her fo 8 rom rill never doit when T 4 speak o many) said Mr. Pellew, smiling, “Saale 1 isk to make a thousand enemies, for «No, not to me,”” be replied. .. Fhen E should like to see your ideal, ysaid e lad: r you roust be fastidious indeed, stood ite-haired old gontle- many wich a ale ated care-worn face; and'aa the trouble~at least hot for yours to comonuille pre | will on Sylvester 1?" syginimed ate mu think her so say eh ocording to zy idea of boanty,"” he ro- ors is a face of power, of intel- 1s a face capable of as beautiful | resid disappointed a disappointed voice, **Do lied ; ‘because compa: ‘There stands a lady, ‘whose beauty will 1 could not allude to her arm, ‘ith an lode: iad sudden change in hin aupects Mes followed her with his ayes, suid 1 bear Ere Madeline's foot had touched the first stepping-stone, a voice accosted her, and looking up, she saw Maurice Petlew. and ‘wo Copies Five Dollars. "Gilbert, in a If 1 was mistaken, and thore is nove, ‘vary [I suppose people’ know #0 little of ‘us young or roa Indy, caus she was ed “She has ented abroad,” years by age a wi pedy mi turice, "She et sided 1 sec ae ora ie know, eraveled Ubithar asked Mrs] ‘Indeed !"” said eh ene caaously sxtrnee magnificence of her figure, and tho] of interest. Don't You think it Passiouless calm of her face,’ was the reply. fast? And 3b you know, he is no ie’ fret Indicates a Benth h perfect aad Tasting women do, Tho waves of Bou" have certainly studied this young lady | 100 ok 80 ener re pith h great care,” said Mrs. Gi uu ‘crebyiis defor @ is the Adopted | daughter of Mr. Lanyon,"| | he resides with him come often returped Maurice, seat, Fonkivel, “She > Crehyls,” “An, adtopte bert. “The really tells one notin “T believ fin oF with ‘petty paren a ker rief will beat a inst her health, her eymmotry, her beau it roc] aud time’s touch on her ‘Ibert. ho is Miss Sylvester? I bave nover soen b daughter!” repeated Mrs. Gil- Sxpresion fg delightfully vague; it] rocess near them 8 t rn au tw dian, and she bi has been under bis cai earl ehtlabood. Miss Sylvester's pedi; ‘but to oblige you, Mrs, Gilbert, jow. | Bet well posted in the matter of her ra the next time wo meek. hore ry, Tenn yo young mai ma imation ee has its pi ey > ry n't iimdgine royal ier, as.an old Cornish sell a kno *” ha observed, cold) bert colored” “itty, then laid hor legen,” will bo ‘ienpers bert, unwiingly. By, the the loss ari | aaw ao more bim pieces |I suid Lady Gretyite Benuty would not bea weal jot. You acknowledge she’ is very ‘ik father??? A mere family Jikeness,** repli This wife, sorrow hes’ her him—bis whole life bas been full and honor.” of ease, com at his| the mere wear and tear o to | word ly. Wis oneirely La ul he is infact, a distant relative of] himself an old tan OY hia a seclentary abies. Wh the anyone, continued "Mr, Pollew, a little i ‘At all events, Mr. Lanyon fs her guar ju ce? TI a may UD mn Alias | daw, and be never says a jess me, jor which be hunted out, ai ? she sai It, & was @ Singular murder, an Lanyon, a Te roll jed Mrs. Lean never fancy her fair rn into lines like bis, And why he should ry for, excepting hed ober mfort, x Perfectly true,” sald Haurice; “ret you see racked his face Thy Fore, you ure right, young sir"? observed a jolly old gentle es ment bad hol obbled into the fore; ut hi has changed! Why, my Gone rs. Gitberé, a ul ‘a 4 will certainly bottom with, sue a sand I caorty, that. the wv genealogy by | guilty man was ‘a nd condemned in not ihe ine about three wooks.' in Mr. Lanyon were ‘the | cireumstancest”? asked Maurie, “T'never beard them “I dare say pDot,’” cepted the gentleman, arm, ‘You must have been an haps the « Cornish news eatcely travoted as far st wr ‘aud I use mine to tell you tuat bate mysteries, | place Wel oi Lanyon was very activ happened just before the Jn searching it out. ances but through Mr. Lanyon’s 6 Prisoner nd thanked y tho bonch ins you gelins it) from that 7 act trate again, im, 1 agaure you; fo mre cee days some aniong ws Were hardly as ‘wise as | d ties wed bim, “1 am al mur crowd right 'to bore the few people U| asked Know.” This is my frst visit to Conte Crebyls, | Uy omy y word but Lord and Lady Crebylls I bave met often at | you the acy Peokivel, where I have visited for some years." | acarcely fal thon you know bor whonshe was Mins Lanyon, | ows ae said Mr. Pyda “ replied was quainted with her father lng. before Thad the used to come up to London every year to soo his school with ny sisters, was’ often invited by |f them to our t Ouse.» He thank us for a, ad that is how our acquaint-| was that ance with Br. you fo Porn ehitdY ogclainied. Mr. Pydar, with some curi-| M. a | onity. “The old aygttomet is inighty close about that ward of hi du't she a father or mother, iy “She was, quite alone, as sie e bow, replied | froma « e720 La on oars 1° Peliew, n lookin: eAnd > ir Peller nere aa ena at few penis told ert Pe you mean to desert t! was ber father?”” asked the old| for you insti, ie a coultontial wie Indian officer, I believe, young: man, drawing sifgntly Baek from his ques- tioner. ‘But, to let secret, no one ever mentions bim to his. aaenter becaiee the manner of bis death waa 90 distress ied nt, and be took this so much to heart, that he| rey on, Et from my sisters, who tearned it from th ‘he he lady whose school Miss Sylvester was edi .?? a geatlema Maurice bad raked up this old story of Mi en, and some thought | Sylvester's school-days, out of sheer vexation not come. off then for want of gas tone iow ned to Tr. old. justice out tropat wer but be for eat | thought that aise in to sift out the truth. Exet Tow be bet " te ‘h tims dow mow lying over her. "positing just nom,""be continued, Oar irement from all public Fiitecat Peobivel. May not ‘iond have bad something to x," replied the old iustion “but I there The'o ola gergieman Jayghed, and bobbled away dowith that it Maui ,and| “It may, ald always set it down to—to er. “How could that possibly affect Mr. Lanyon?” ‘Mau on't know that I can tell ‘Mr. Pydar said; ‘it seems Aik to ‘rake up the past beneath a man's "Do you mean “ ac- | inereesdt astonisbmen S* Hush," inte reaped pleasure or ‘ein introduced to hie danghter, He | anxiously. Le Tard Cisiyhie war in any way accountad ward. Mise Sylvester, and she, being at the same she guilt of the wretched man who perished el called one 4 it in'a frevey of slob ‘nd the common tne Say to [se ioe eons of Jealousy, and tbe commen me same. fate, ie be was as jealou: Mss Sylvester from n| him as of the men be slew forward eagerly to ask ju Gruhylle nt that moment disengaged borselt standing berond the “saree, ‘and nol BS ese ? rete LE wormed the} ball room em Tecchyils will favor young man, Fisng. and id that Tbe ave promised more d; ness in some dangerous expedition on which he was aired than sball be able to accompli 801 carry you off a capti: geen himself. Mind. I never beard this from ‘ar, | wichstanding. ar. “brand I gal you e. vacsouat so I cannot vouch for its truth. I bad) for keeping a good dai omy, ‘word: it ie not ne Tault.’” said the ong men nowadays are not L¢ 2 rt of this Kind than the vague affair of the as iqnae semember that Mins. BARRARA ‘THITRSTON evanord 15 ste erly forthe Rew tone Wee |e sy ee tn pceggnee