Daisy Ashford: Her Book Part 8
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Leslie siezed the paper and read as follows:
"Mayfield Suss.e.x. Last Tuesday Mr. Richard George Earlsdown of Yellowflower Hall was siezed with appoplexy. On that same day he had prevented his neice from marrying a certain gentleman of the neighbourhood and _she_ has run away with her intended, viz Mr. Leslie Alexander Woodc.o.c.k.
Mr. Earlsdown is now repenting that his consent was not given to his heartless niece and that if she comes back before he dies, married or unmarried, she will receive his love and forgiveness for ever; he is now in a dying state and we fear that unless his niece soon returns he will decidedly expire."
"Shall you go home" asked Leslie quietly.
"Yes yes" exclaimed Sylvia "Oh Leslie help me to pack, I feel too weak."
The trunks were soon packed and the heart broken couple were on their way to Mayfield. Arriving at the Hall Sylvia flew up to her uncle's room and throwing herself on the floor shook the room with ear piercing sobs.
"Who is crying?" presently asked Mr. Earlsdown.
"It is me uncle--your repentant niece."
Mr. Earlsdown gave a contented smile and turned away his head.
Presently he turned round and his eyes fell upon Sylvia's white hand on the counterpane.
"Mrs. Woodc.o.c.k I see" he said with a smile looking at the golden wedding ring on Sylvia's third finger.
"Yes Uncle" said Sylvia in a low tone "But you wont leave me till I am better will you child" said her uncle.
"Never uncle" said Sylvia "never to your dying day."
CHAPTER 13
HOW IT ENDED
Seven years have elapsed since the events told in our last chapter and our scene once more changes to the ball room at Asmer House. Leslie and Sylvia no longer newly married people are sitting by the piano and opposite to them on the sofa are Isobel Saunders and Albert Woodc.o.c.k.
Presently Albert advances to the piano and asks Sylvia to sing a song.
"Yes if I can get anyone to play my accompaniment" says Sylvia.
"I only wish I could play" said Albert rubbing his face and looking with sad eyes at Mrs. Woodc.o.c.k. Immediately Isobel seated herself at the piano and ran her fairy like fingers over the notes while Sylvia's melodious voice kept time to the music; and as the beautiful words of "See the conquering hero comes" rang out like a peal of thunder, Mr.
Earlsdown come bounding in.
Here the band struck up G.o.d save the Queen and everybody stood up in respectful silence; and as the last notes of the German band died away Mrs. Woodc.o.c.k took leave of her friends as we will do of the characters of this book.
THE END
WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST
CHAPTER 1
The silvery moon rises slowly above the mountains of white clouds and sheds its quiet light upon one of the most beautiful scenes of the sheltered nooks in the picturesque county of Devons.h.i.+re. The tall green hills, so thickly covered with wild thyme rise clear and high against the blue sky above. The rippling waters of a little streamlet glide softly upon its way through lovely banks of sweet green moss. Presently a white cloud envelopes the pale moon and all is darkness!
Only for a moment, the cloud pa.s.ses away and the bright light pours down upon two figures. The one the tall slim figure of a young girl, the other the broad well built figure of a richly dressed man. He wore a beautifully made blue serge suit and a white tie fastened with a gold and diamond pin. His felt hat fitted as though it had been made for him and his light overcoat and kid gloves were like the rest of his toilet well made and of a rich material. His black hair grew thickly on his head and his brown eyes glared fiercely, his brown skin was red with rage and his white teeth were clenched.
The girl on the contrary was poorly dressed and did not seem at home in the presence of the rich man. She wore a pale grey dress trimmed with green velvet. It had seen its best days for it was worn in many places.
She wore a straw hat and a white scarf round her neck. She was a lovely girl!! Her plentiful golden hair was coiled into a k.n.o.b behind and cut in a small fringe in front. Her large blue eyes spoke of many mysteries and were fringed by golden lashes. Her cherry coloured lips were small and pressed together in her nervous state. Her white teeth were clenched and she trembled under the viscious glare of her companion.
"I tell you Beatrice you are out of your senses, you must be, there is no doubt of it, how can you refuse such an offer?" said the man fiercely.
"Oh Lawrence do listen to me," said the unhappy girl, "it is impossible, it cannot be. You are very kind, and I always had and always shall have a very great respect for you, but I cannot marry you, indeed I cannot!
we are no match, I am poor and you are rich. Besides I have a reason for not accepting you for my husband. Oh Lawrence you make me so unhappy!"
and here the poor girl stopped short, gave a hurried look round and pressed her hand to her heart.
"Beatrice Langton you are a lunatic" cried the man, "give me an answer straight out--yes or no. Will you be my wife? Speak out and dont go jibbering on in that sentimental fas.h.i.+on; say yes and you will live in luxury and riches for the rest of your life, say no and you go home poor and degraded. Now give me an answer Yes or No!"
The girl raised her head and spoke thus--"Lawrence I am very sorry to say it but my answer is No! Goodbye Mr. Cathcart, goodbye Lawrence, perhaps we shall never meet again. What? you will not even shake hands!
Very well, goodnight Lawrence, goodnight."
She turned and went away leaving him in the darkness.
CHAPTER 2
BEATRICE LANGTON'S HOME
When Beatrice went away she made straight for her home for it was close on nine and her mother would be anxious. Her heart was heavy and her eyelids were wet with fast falling tears as she made her way accross the desolate moor. Presently she came to the stream and after crossing the bridge she made for the common. On the outskirts of the village stood her home. A little brown cottage with carefully trimmed roses and jasmine creeping up the porch and a neat little garden in front. She opened the gate, walked up the path and opened the door.
What a pleasant scene was there before her! A bright fire was burning in the well kept hearth and an old lady sat beside it knitting stockings for the coming winter. Many pictures adorned the walls. A gentleman was writing at a table in the window. Three little girls all in red frocks and white pinnafores were employed in different ways. The eldest was some ten years old with curly hair and blue eyes and was busy with some corn-flowers and poppies in a gla.s.s vase. The other two who looked about eight and six had brown eyes and very fair hair (and) were looking at a book at the middle table. They all jumped up as Beatrice entered.
"Why Beatrice dear how late you are!" said Mrs. Langton "I sent your supper down. "Mary, ring the bell, Beatrice must be hungry."
"No I am not," answered Beatrice smiling wearily and seating herself in the chair her sister had placed for her, "I am only very tired and would like to go to bed."
"Oh you must have something," said Mr. Langton, "Cook made some lovely cheese cakes for supper, and you shall have some wine to drink."
Just then the maid entered, and in spite of herself Beatrice was soon enjoying a hearty meal.
"Oh there is half past nine!" cried Mrs. Langton, "Lily and Tina go to bed at once, Mary can wait up for Beatrice if she likes."
The two little children ran off hand in hand murmering "lucky Mary."
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