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The New York Fireside Companion : a journal of instructive and entertaining literature, v. XLIX, no. 1251, October 17, 1891, [Incomplete].
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Garvice, Charles, 1850-1920. Collins, E. Burke, Mrs., 1858-1902. Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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1891-10-17
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New York : George Munro
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Fireside Companion On love's altar; or, A fatal fancy / by Charles Garvice. Fatal fancy Mad Kingsley's heir / by Mrs. E. Burke Collins. What was she to him?; or, Virginia King's heart / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Virginia King's heart
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No. 1251
EVERY YEAR,
RY WILLIAM CowaK.
ell
I Fee ‘tis growing colder
‘Every year;
And ay heart, alas! gets older
very
ean win no new aati;
Thave only
reco
Deeper sorrow anil dejction,
Wwery year.
Of the loves and sorrows blended
Of the joys of friendship ended
very year;
\f the ties that still might bind me
Tout ‘Time to Death resi
My in mites remind me
Ab! how sad to look before us
Every year,
Whang the cloud grows darker o'er us
year,
wees ‘wo 028 the bnoo
‘That to bloom we mie rer aie,
Aaa iemartad garlands
ery year.
‘To the past go more dead faces
Evel
As the loved leave vacant places
Ever
re sad eyes meet us;
us,
og
te
i
: ae ‘
didn’t expect me again so ‘00n.”" you r
‘The living mere forget Us; —.
‘There are fewer to regret us,
, Every year.
But the truer life draws nigher
Every years
And its morning star climbs higher
ery Year.
s grows slighter,
and the teary purden lighter,
nd the Dawn immortal brighter,
Every year.
“THERE IS
Entered according to Act of Congress, s0 the year 1801. be George, Munro, in the OMe of the Librarian
, Washington, D. C.
On Love’s Altar;
— oR —
A FATAL FANCY.
BY CHARLES GARVICE,
Author of “She Trusted Him,” “Paid For,” “Elaine,” ete., etc.
‘This story was commenced in No, 1250 of Tar New York Firesing Couranioy.
obtained from all newsdealers,
Back numbers cau be
[118 STORY WILL NOT DE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM]
CHAPTER Il. | the apple of her eve. She would have laid down
As Royce Landon, drawing himself up, exclaimed | her life for him willingly, but her love was conceal-
“ a fave % the door opened and a lady entered. | ed beneath an iceberg of pride and ambition. Most.
f middie age, and still singularly beau- mothers would have sunk into fhe chaie and proba:
sia at ‘fe beauty of the face was marred by an | biy begun to crs motionless an
Pride which would have been too pro- | apparently u
fivid even fora ras tall, “ What Lavoyou done?” she asked, as he paused,
upright as.a dart; there was hot a speck ‘Ot 1 gray in | and, with knitted brows, gazed at the carpet. “I
the dark hair, ‘and on looking at her one saw at | never see you, hear from you, but J poker ct bad
once where Royce had got his graceful bearing, for | nev occasion, I presume, ts to prove no ex-
this was his mother, the Countess 0 of Landon. She ception, Why ai ma in t] isatate?” ana she look-
as dressed in gray'satin trimmed with whitelace— | ed him over severely.
The Honiton of the pieturo—and, though there was | “I've walked a long way,” he sald: then he
ho company at Monk, Towers, wore diamonds at | added, eandidiy, for one of the Nery few virtues
her throat and on her this young man éould boast was truthfaln
es rested on the handsome face of | “anid I had a bit of an minature ow the ways
bet ‘on, they melted foto softness for & moment, | elo with man ac the fait, mother.”
for a moment only, ‘and it gave place to Her eyes flashed with indignant scorn.
vad and passionate anger only * You come home in diss
His face flushed and he raised his eyes, but drop-
joyce came forward and ped them. again without saying anything.
ev ell, mother?” he said, “In disgrace, and you stop on the way to indulge
She The Kiss, but did not return tt, and | in a-vulgat brawl at a fair—
tn pression of pro
kept in check by an iron wi
issed her.
as she Sok an in the torn and dusty condition of his “ Not a brawl, mother—but no matter.””
clothes her eyes flashed. “Noy it does not matter, You have, T suppose,
“Why have you come home?” she asked, in a sunk too low to care for the dignity of a gentle:
low, clear tone, singularly like his ow
He put a chair for her~Madame the Countess e
acted’ and received the most, punctilions respect | the e
from all about her, and from none more than ber | What is ityou have done now?” she asked.
own sons—but she still stood, regarding bim | “Have you been gambling again, and lost more
fixed! y? You gave me your solem romise when
“Won't you sit down, mother?” he said. I'm Tast we parted that sou would play io more, but
afraid yon are not glad to se me, that—that you | I fear that you regatd such promises as lightly as
egard the duty ‘acon owe bis parent. How
Tt was evident that she did | much do you require of me? I will give it you,
while I hy you know too well, You reckon
on the « knowledge, “and take advantage of my weak
ness, Royce. Tow much is it? I will give it you,
Bronigh 1 resume vit Will but follow the rest,”
t money—this time,” he said, in a low
me *Sfother!” burst from him; but he stopped with
jamation and shnt his lips tightly.
She remained silent.
not intend to offer him any assistance or render
his difficult task easy.
“1 didn’t expect to come back myself,” he went
on. ‘But the fact is, mother, I've—well, I’ve got |
Into a scrape.”
fe stopped, but still she would not help him.
‘This second sou of hers was the ebild of het bear,
voice,
“Not money? What then?” she asked, sternly.
Ce
Wy ew
a
ap
0 FORGIVENESS IN MY HEART! THERE SHALL BE NO)
«Is it some fresh trowle with which you will bar.
den me? - Royce, I newr see your face but my heart
sinks with dread, neva hear your name but a fear
springs up in my hear, What is it? Tell me, ai
at once.”
‘All this time Irene’Tresylian had stood in the
background with paledowncast face, | She woud
, but the thoght, the hope that she might
fing for the chanes tOphy peavermaker, “ But Noyes
and the countess sefied to have forgotten her
Presence.
“T scarcely know low to tell you, mother,” he
said, after a pause, Ip face flushed, his eves fixed
‘on the carpet. “Tpg-it’sabad business, the worst
scrape I ever got in, pd—and I'm afraid there is no
way out of
“Then go ‘back axl liveit down,”
ess, sternly, Go BP to your regiment.
“Tean't,” he suiddoggediy. “I have—loft the
army
race grow paleand her eyes dilated.
Eran ave left th arms? What fs it you say?
Are you
Hi shook his hea
“Twas afraid youl take it like this,” he said.
« Perhaps I'd better Ps have come homé. T ought
to have stayed away} But I didn’t know where to
go, and wel, I did ike to go off without telling
out seeingyou again and saying good
bye.
e y ‘ou have left tharmy?” she. repented, asifshe
had not heard his lad words, - Why? sehr
ie leaned against be table and b
“Twas obliged to, he said, at last. ‘was com:
pelled. ‘There was fothing’ else But thee ted
jadn’t left I should ve been—cashiered.””
She sunk into the
her hap
Wi ‘ou dne?”” she demande:
“Tews fast this,"
air, aod leaned het head on
said, in a low voice. “You
have heard me spk of ‘Colonel Trace. You
know what I have to} you about him. A drunken
balls who fg no mor
Jesty’s service than
shoeblackss would. mike a
hada ‘ainst ye ever since I joined. It—
he. shore but his & did not quail beneath her
pit wagubont w young girl he had
treated badly, and-ad T stood up for her.
has borne me. grudg evor since then, and has vost
no opportunity of dapping down on me, Ile has
made my life a bund? filis face reddened and
his eyes flashed. put T made up my mind fo
bear it until he or Itschanged and left the re
Ineut, and things wee going better till three days
ago.” He'd been driming heavily, and seemed as
AE ho coulda’t let nf alone, Mother, you don’t
nv a. nan in position can tortiire the lite
bat ota man ia mind hie bo lost no on port
Well the night betas last re Were at mess. His
as half drunk 1% say that for him-—and he
Rinvced bimnaelt| by makin
lke a lamb ef but I mad, and
last—he’ my face.
Heald W was'anaasdent: but Tt wos meant
was meant—and I "she drew a long breath—“1
struck him!? oo P
ga butt of me
[to drink o
Istood it
|
Pra
‘ite
a :
5 NO LIE ON MY Lipsy
‘The countess had sat with her eyes hidden by her
hand. She now rose, white to the lips, and trem-
bling with fury.
“T strack him,” he went on, his nostrils expand-
ed, hiseyes blazing. “I would have kitted him if
I could, but—but they tore us apart, ‘There was a
mark across his face—”
oped and cont
u thes ail said that T 3
trolled himsell
ould be court martialed
He
ped a
the inquiry ‘Hfe
nother, and he
out of the service. He sent me word th
send in my resignation the matter should dr roy.
Gnco were He pated. The sweat stood Wy big
rope ‘on hie foreheads bia hauds were: clinched
tightly.
“eT thought it all out as cleatly aa I could. 1
knew that if it came to a conrt-m I should be
cashiered and disgraced. I'd strncke my superior
officer, you see—that's Unpanlonable!—and 1
signed”?
Tie countess stood a for a moment, her
bosom heaving: then she raised her hand with an
a
rel» on hare dis.
hor 00
Pointed to the port Of the ear in his general's
«Your father won in the field a coronet
Tor bie taco, ils eae was honorea whenever aud
Whenever jt was spoken, | You have dragged that
name in the mire; have been expelled the service
Or which he was proud-—and ‘which was so proud
of him—by striking your superior officer in a
drunken squabble. “And you are my son and his!
words ean describe the passionate bitterness
of Wer tone. Te'made Rove start a ‘ough-
bred mas at the cruel cut of the lash.
“My son, for whom IT had hoped so much!
was for you to carry on the traditions of the house
—to raise the name of Landon still higher, or atany
rate to keep its luster bright. You have dragged it
Jn the mud, trailed it fu the dust. Do rou think
that the world will not learn the trath—that it wil
hot consider that you have been expelled the ser
ice? It knew it before I did! It will never forget
it~never! When they speak of the Earl of Landon
they will add that it was a son
who disgraced himself, and barely ese
ment and dismissal.”
She paused for 8 second or two to gain breath,
then went on as passionately as befo!
and, now you have come home, iat fs it you
intend to dos Do you futend to loaf round the
yout burden of shame with sou for
do you mean to do, I
Sak? To lounge abou tho stables or the vilage ale-
house, to consort with grooms and pot-boys? You
can not, dare not, offer any gentleman your society
—rou, disgraced, eashiered, an outcast—"
Roy to a cial
“aped puniehe
oe ha sunk ir: he sprung up as
OTse 5) When the lash falls too fast and {uri
mushy.
“ Mother!” he panted, almost inarticulately, “do
you ‘know What you are sayii
His passion M oaly sorved as added fae .
ML KHOW Wnt yon Hove cope?” she” re-
tone flereoly. “ Do you not realize it? You have
ined yourself—yes, ruined! You might have
Pisyed and. played aud lost and
lost, and I could have paid
debis again and again, until all alt
‘was lost but honor. "But. wi
What? Tell
me! You ean not! You do not
Know! You have cast away the
chance of your life, At the com-
iencement of the race you have
flung yourself down to wallow
the mite, and left the sia of) Pte
to others.
lain awake at night; I have spent
hours and houre in the day plan-
ning a futm God gave
me rat, 0 8 ay dna’ ‘He bas pun-
_ fated me for loving the last bettor
Yes, am punished,
° ihe ous for whom prayed and
hoped great things. has d
the name he bears, and rendered
ike byword and a'seorn?
Royce uttered a ct
~ ut Morne ta ato ond i
motionlaae ;
~ stone byt tie ar entation,
~AVith her: lovely fe
ent ber ene aed with hor: *
ears, You would 1 mot if ya knew
That i had hoped—
She stopped and
looked from
“But that ie all-over how,” ex-
“ claimed the countess. “Itt was
ambitious for biter tay son—-and
God alone knows how ambitious I
mach I had hoped
for!—Lowea dnty toothiers "she had nearly said
exon "Sand T will not forget itt He
ficed his name a
ote held up iis han
“Enough, mother!” broke
“T have sinned, I admit tt
know itt ‘But mig honor
OK Man's honor fo lost when bis name is. be-
smirehed and ned as yours is!” eame the. pas-
from him, hoars
Thave been a Tool! i
o far,” he said, and bis voice was al-
most ‘audibles but if you believe “what, you
e exclaimed, fiercely.
“en this ise lace for me he said, sternly,
“fT am dishonored, 1am still too proud to herd
ith grooms and pot boys—too prond to loat about
ny mother's honse, n object for the scorn of her
friends and acquai You asked me what I
was going todo. I do not know: but this T know,
that, utenst as {amy J would vaiher dle in a ditoh
an eat. the bread tainted with scorn and con-
wot shall not toy here to shame you, mother.
"Yes sho cried.“ The son I loved and
raved "ror is as dead to me as it he lay in bis
eonin:”
h, madame, madame!” moaned Irene, pit-
gouty a and she glided to Royee's side and caught
is han
“Come away from him!” said the countess,
commandingly—“ come away! He is not a fit as-
sociate for a pure-hearted girl who bears an honored
name, He is disqraced—an outcast!”
Ire
“Yes, ene!” he said, in.
“She is Ft Ite shat the world mayecand will
always say.
THe pat ber frou him, and she stood almost be-
tween tho two, weeping bitterly.
“And now, mother,” he said, “ before I go, will
you not say oue kind word—one word of forgive:
ness? I know that in your anger you have uttered
Words that mean more than ou think OF Teallzo,
Do not fear that I shall hang upon you, a burden
and_ incumbranee, n going, as you bid me,
Iu his voles broke: altogethen say just one
word that I can remember, that will soften the
others! Iam sorry for what has happened yan
yet”—a look, the exact. reflection of he
Game into his eyes—" and yet if it were all to come
over again I should do the same. [If he had been @
king I should have I could not hold
my hand and live, ‘Tomhavo eat, there: aud borne
his insults meekly would judeed have seemed dis-
honor to me. But it is all past. As you say, I am
disgraced, and I will carry my disgrace away and
bldo ie and myaelt if I ean. Anyhow, I
longer bear the name you say Th
dragged in the dirt. "Tam going, mother, Wil “you
‘one word—one word of forgiveness”?
Not sho said. There 18 no forgiveness {a
my heart; there sball be none; no lie on my lips!”
Bho took up a purse that hang at her chatélain,
‘and, opening It, looked inte it
is money there,” she said, coldly, and
yet wit fey. passion Tinging Jn the tones of her
Voice. “Ido not wish you to—starve. - When you
have gambied-that away my lawyers wil supply
jon with more fo waste in. profigaey and vieo.
‘ake it—an
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