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The People's literary companion, v. 35 no. 7, February, 1904, [incomplete].
Contributor
Shelley, Howard Merrill, 1897-1956.
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Newspaper
Language
English
Publish Date
1904-02
Publisher
Augusta, Me. : E.C. Allen & Co.
Source
Howard Shelley Papers.
Alternate Title
Robbed of a fortune; or, The Dalmuth case / by Howard M. Shelley. Dalmuth case True to the last / by Oliver Optic.
Topic
Shelley, Howard Merrill, 1897-1956. American literature > 19th century > Periodicals. Advertising > United States > Periodicals > 20th century. Augusta (Me.) > Newspapers.
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wood’s London solicitors only deepened his di
pression. Hetty watched him with a grieved,
perplexed hi
“Stra ees “he said to herself, “that the loss
et any, amount of property should alter him 80,
oO me.”
As for Miss Prue, her lynx-eyes saw all
thin, ‘8, her grim lips said little.
‘ow are losing your roses already,” she re-
marked to Hetty. “You are not hall so pretty
think cot nothing but Cyril.
words, Aunt Prue—if I ever lose him I shall
die”
we don’t die so easily, silly child.
‘That's the talk young people alway’ ot—b
cause death in the natural course at things is
so far away. en you reach my age you'll
speak of it more carefully.”
To his bride’s timid questions, oor Hazel-
wood answered in a constrained
“Don’t botke:, love—it’s nothing vA man
ust have his dark rood sometimes, and m
prospects et present, now, are as bad as
Baaeanbé. My aunt’ London’ lawyers write
that the "Australian fellow is coming over ba
and baggage to England. Lucky dog! how the
hangers-on at Hazel Hall will ‘tawn upon hi
to besure! I suppose I ought to wish him hap-
piness and prosperity in his new possessions;
on’t
aa
on
and distrait, als e neither saw nor heard
the pair till Hetty touched his arm; then he
gave a great start.
“Tt ig too arm to stey indoors, Cyril,” she
said, wistfu ‘ou come with us?”
Hé Hung bis cigar into the shrubbery.
“Pray excuse me. a raveyard is too
much for my nerves, Hetty. think T will go
everywhere. All sounds of life in thestreet be-
low, even the voices of the fishermen on the
pier, could be heard with marvelous distinet-
"UrThere’s a regular tempest coming,” began
Miss Prue; then a step c! t hand in the
grass arrested her ttlention—the rustle of &
woman’s garments. She looked up a nd saw
tanding on the other side of the grave a. figure
dressed all in gray, like a spirit of Fine twilight.
er veil was flung back, revealing an intense,
colorless face, wherein pair of great, black,
her dress
ut
Miss Carew stepped across the
nd confronted her beautiful young
‘Are you Cyril Hazelwood’s wife?” she de-
manded, in a low voice.
Miletty recoiled, shaking witha sudden chill,
“Yes, madame,” she faltered.
The lightning eyes of | “the! gray woman ran
over her from
“Poor dupe!” she said, in a perfectly un-
moved "voices poor foolish dupe—so young,
Tt wes time for Miss Prue to interfere. She
pat her lank body between the pair, and her
a
e said, resolutely, “leave us,
etty. I have seen this woman before tonight,
let me talk with her ‘alone. 3
The gray woman surveyed the angular figure
of the old spinste , her wrinkled, uncompro-
mising face, the angry gleam in her eyes; then
she smiled scornfu ily.
“I request Mrs. Hazelwood to stay,” she
cried; “to her I have something to say—to you,
my. niece,” bristled Miss Prue. “I
know what is best for her. Go, Hetty; pray,
go!” But Hetty stood motionless.
“No, Icannot,” she murmured, “stand aside,
e face I saw in the window.’
turned with quicke
“What do you want of me?” she said; “what
have you to say to me?”
“iSomething you Will not like to bear, much
ay.’
She looked hurt. Would he ask her to bear | less to believe,” sneered the gray woman.
him company? ad the gate open that
she might pass out, but that was all- A mo-
ment alter, however, he was a] her side.
tty! he cried, in a queer, remorseful
min UWait ! Shall I walle Grith you up the
I
s!”? she answered, and he drew
er ultte eo bling hand through his arm, and
they st rolled down the san nay street together,
Miss Prue following.
ot, breath {ess twi wilight. The di
ana windows 'of the fishermen’s cottages along
the way stood wide o) ha forced gay-
ety which did not in the lea
little Hetty, Cyril Hazelwood talked of the
common things within th nge of vision,
till the trio reached the churel va
“Will it not be a little dull out there on that
lonely bay, dear?” said Hetty, wistfully. “Per:
baps’ you ma, the first to return—
leave the key of the cottage with you.
She held ‘it out to him, but he drew back a
step and did not take it. In the ancertain light
tec WY hen shall we three meet 4 ain?” he mut
|, With a faint, forced laugh. ret, d reach
the the papsonaue. belore. you, I willw
Pony tear there ts astorm brewing,” said Hetty
anxiously. ‘You will not row out beyond the
“No, certainly not. I was not born to be
drowned. Kiss me, Hett
She obeyed, and in the vt a tress of her loose
somehow in the but-
coiled like a silky snake round his hand as he
turne away
“Good by, my darling,” said Cyril Hazel-
wood, and he stalked off down the sandy hill,
never lookin, Hetty stared after bis re-
treating gure, breathlessly.
“Com tis iss Prue; “what are you
waiting fon oe
“Hush! He will be at the pier ina moment.
I want to see his boat as it passes round the
bl
Miss Prue shrugged her shoulders and plant-
ed her long thin back against the churchyard-
wall. ii earth exceed the
idiocy of a new-mad de? Before many mo-
ments the boat appeared, shooting out into the
still, sultry gloom o: 18
e single rower
his oars ik e ma
“What haste he is i in, to be sure!” muttered
iss Prue. Hetty waved her handkerchief.
He started half up Jin his seat, and lifted his
moment after boat and rower disap-
rin the gray coat was plying
hat.
peared from vie’
Miss Prue and) her piece | entered the church-
ever the place looked
over ou
knelt. ty her brother’s grave to tie upa
ber ome planting which the rude sea-wind had
n to ihe
ber mui at another over your moth‘
Hetty,” she’ said, Jerking her bead towards &
nel boring ‘stone all cracked and” moss-
Own. ou never heard me talk much of
four mother, eh Your father always fancied
you were like She was ai ards—one
of the old Puritan se ok porethy. ‘idwards.
A pretty creature, too, w your father mar-
ried he Iw to church with them. His
hea was almo e she ais sid
here just three days after your birth ow.
She gave you to me with her last Peano hope
Tve oon {eithful tothe trust.”
readful to die so young!” shivered
“Yes, it was
things than death te the world.”
H i mother’s headstone
and watch iss Prue as S she rained the vine,
and caretally plucked the weeds from the pas-
tor’s mound, Presently a sudden darkness fell
on th pla place something n more than. the Bead:
ual glo om of twilight. “A heavy ri i
distant artillery, echoed a sono the bi
“Gracious eave!” ” ered
ing up. “. hat sk: iad lt
than the plague Sot Bg pt! Pe
in the air when the dream curated in
der- heads, with gleaming,
coppers crests, were rollin. against the
“Stop!” interrupted Hetty. “Are you the
person who came from England to tell my hus-
band of Miss Hazelwood’s di
m flashed into ‘tath Carew's eyes.
person; ‘ou mistake
rpose which brought me to this country and
find a lover who had long
iho was in exile and under, ban for
e plighted wife I had been for
No years, and WHO, tl ntil the evil hour when
you were thrown in his way, was faithful tome
and true.”
Hetty grew colorless.
“Madam
“mean, Cyril Hazelwood,” said the gray
woman pitilessly—“your husband
side yourself!” gasped
Het
ty.
Ruth Carew flashed her a look of withering
hate and contem
“Fo
years ne was my betrotheq/—he was
such when’ he marriad you. I can to this
place to be his wite. How you tricked him in-
to inatriage T do not know, but I tell ypu frank-
am avenged already, He has been your
sband. har Vv "ix weeks, and’ already, he is
eary of you a chains begin iL ro}
loll-face has ceased to char ‘im. t is one
thing to enslave the fancy, anot! touch
the heart. Look at me! Dd you think Lhe ma
es who, one ng me, could ever quite tor-
reality transfer his alle-
2?
She drew her gray figure up to its full height.
In her dark eastern beauty, with her blazing
etty pressed her hand involun-
arily to her heart.
Cyril!” she said, in a voice between a_cry
andagroan. “My husband! Oh, no,no! You
cannot mean it, madame.”
Miss Carew took from her throat a locket and
chain. The former contained a portrait. She
hela’ it out to Hetty Hazelwood,
0 yor ce? Look at this
sudden, fierce passi arpened her voice.
“Here are a few of his letters—read them—con-
vince yourself of the truth of my. w Hi
hea: as mine tonight as it was years
in Engla he renounced home
country, everything my Poor fool!
a been dreaming of a lifetime of happi-
ness with him, have you not? vy let me
whisper a secret in your ear; this very day,
yes, hour ago, Cyril Ha’ zelwood=-yo ar
me to fly with him!”
etty, gazing wildly at
the locket—at the ring
which Ruth Carew bad drawn from ger,
and on the inner surface of which Cyril Hazel-
*s name was engraved. She did not touch
the old letters—a glance at them was enoug’
here was a moment of awful silence; then
with a bitter, bitter ery the unhappy girl
reeled back, and grasped the broken headstone
¢ you say such things tomy niece?”
interposed Bibs Prue, fiercely; “how dare you
slander her hus to her very face? Cyril
Hazelwood ask you to fly with him ch
false villain as that! It’ lie!
‘iss Carew smiled .
*You are a very rude, red person. It is
not a lie, as you will at no distant/day find out
Good night, madame—go home and ask your
ae
2
the brambles and the ever eens. The
the churchyard gate clang sullenly; Toenail
again was still. “Hetty stretched out her hands
to Miss Pru
«Take me home!” she wailed—“oh, take me
home!”
“Yes, dearie, yes—I_ will,” answered Miss
pre with something like a’sob in her voice,
“Don’t believe her—don’t believe anything till
ou talk with Cyril, She m mad—it’s
yon ettnan Likely. I saw her on the beach the
other night dripping like a drowned person
he had been trying to Kill herself ut theret
idmot mean to toll. hat.
going round like a top. | Come, comet”
hey reached s
3
an
the
started down the hill. “elty’s "face Tooke
drawn and white and strange. She clung fast
Prue ran with Hetty up the
dragged her, halt drenche
empty—Cyril Hazelw ‘ood had n
he unlocked door, ‘groped to!
—the sudden, irresistible fury of
blood
He is not here, Aunt Prue!”
“So Taco.
e will be drow.
doubt and jealou
“Nonsenae!” said Miss Prue; “he
seen the storm
stay out there once he hea
now?
Hetty rushed to the window.
listened and heard nothing save the
the storm. | With her ashy,
zlued to the pane she wa:
he clock on the mantel ticked o
ments wit ul solemnity. L
that a rowboat out on that
e knew it, also, an
Carew and the scene in the church yar
A half hour went b; The rain
faces of the two. “watchers.
low
hands {rildly.
only knows!” answered
may be at e inn, dearie—he
stopped there on the way up fro
it’s very probable. ‘Don't don't
tha 1”?
“ cannot bear this suspense, Aunt
The old woman put her
go prowling out in rain
Cyril Hazelwood! “Not while I live,
ani
sonar indeed, straight into the
Nback?”
He borrowed a pair of oars fro
wan t to go
the gale caught
down to the
her breath har
ey were warm- hearted fellows
handsome, free-and-easy Cyril Haze
made many friends among them.
toa
tered one, “he never will, ma’am.’
Miss Prue toiled back to the pars:
returning from the shore
to Miss Prue’s_ hand, but did not speak.
fore they could rea he pa ge gate, great
dri gan to fall; pack darkness settled. on
all things; a terri last of wind swept them
nearly eir feet; Ww with deafening peals of
tempest broke, blinding torrents of rain, the
t_brol
into the porch. “It
was odes tae. Hetty looked ‘around with a
face.
“Merciful heaven! If he is still on the bay
fear “aiatea for the moment all
rising; it’s not likely he would
rd the thunder, He’s
safe enough—on his way up the street, even
Blue, blinding
ashes of lightning, deep darkness,’ floods
drenching rain—these were all she saw.
terrified face
louder grew the gale. Hetty knew only too
tambling bay could not live an instant
she, too, forgot Miss
windows mereilessly, the lightning
shone With infernal glare on the
Hetty turned and
es not come!” she cried, wringing her
“Where is he—where is he?
“on cin glad no man ever asked me to marr,
“T will go and see,” cried Hetty, hoarse. | fo
into the nearest
ty! Sit here tilll come back, and don
in
night. It is Easy to
ture! EARN
stad 8 g the é
n
walkedea stra nge
‘There was silence, then a voice replied: Doe ea ee
“I saw him put off from the pier, ma’am.
was just waving to
y mates ‘hat hoped he ture home eto.
see it his boat is in said Miss Prue, drawing
“It The hasn't come ashore before this,” mut-
They hurried off together through the co
the time she reached the gate she hear then
tuna pretty dresses and 9 hats, cone to match each,
ress) be dressed to euit any
Iifte gist taste.
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walk, and
returned.
orward into
0:
the storm
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