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what she aspired to be, a queen of society, becauso 
she had a drawback in the shape of her own hus¬ 
band. she was slow In reaching that conclusion, 
but. 11 was a correct one; and she studied him, to 
find out, if she could, how It waft that lie made him¬ 
self so odious, so disliked. 
Alteram 
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THE TRAMFS. 
A WOMAN and mao. [>'_!• i>;Ulid and wan. 
And with nail cyrs hollow from fasting; 
His, glassy and marred by the drunkard's reward, 
That still about him are casting 
With that ilcath-pngcr look of that terrible thirst 
That line borne him and tom liiin down irom the first 
As they stand in tlieir shame by the bright kitchen 
flame, 
With despair in each shivering motion, 
What a story ( read of man’s madness and greed 
And of woman's angelic devotion 
Of the wonderful love ol two ill-mated lives. 
Which still, iu Its storm-trami led omber.;, survives. 
Does her memory stretch from that poor, bloated 
wretch 
I'ar back into days that were, golden. 
When his love, first breathed, seemed a treasure be¬ 
queathed. 
For which she was ever beholden ? 
Surrounds him still with the illusion of yore 
Through Which women behold the men they adore ? 
Aye: there, as they stand, she touches liir. band— 
The lui nd Of the sot and scoffer— 
And a git am of old grace lights the sad, shrunken, face 
As she turns to the food that v e offer 
And gives him the larger share—wolfishly thrust 
To Ms lips r re her hunger has broken a crust. 
Then their ray-;, closer bouud their chill frames 
around, 
They pass on the way of the vagrant; 
l'or wretches so mean In good homes to bo seen 
■Would be a transgression most fragraul; 
But the woman half turns, with u wave of the hand 
And a sad, thankful look that is simple and grand. 
And 1 look through the panes, “ ; the brief day wanes 
And the shadows of night are blending. 
Attd watch o'er the snow, on the highway below , 
The two figures slowly wending: 
A woman, whoso lovo can all wretchedness span, 
And the eoar o, shattered wreck of what once was a 
man. RV. V. Sun. 
WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. 
CHAPTER XXIX . 
(Continued from page id.) 
For Lady Chevenlx held up her head with the 
highest amongst them, she never Ignored the past 
—she spoke of it without hesitation; she talked 
of her home- the limes, of her parents, oi all her 
old Iifford friends, wit h the exception ot tho Lous- 
dules, whom she appeared to h ue quite forgotten. 
But though she never named them she thought ot 
them; anil when she read the brilliant account or 
all the festivities, she kutiv that Ftsiix would read 
the same, Utul he would hear them talked about. 
One thing she did wonder at, and that was why he 
had never contrived to see her. She had Imagined 
that he would make some effort, but lie had made 
none. Christmas came and went; the snowdrops 
and the crocuses carne, the blip: violets peeped out, 
and the desire of her heart was given to Lady 
Chevenlx. Site went to London and made her 
(Mbt'A at conn. 
Then it seemed to her that sin line! mtcht i the 
climax ot all happiness and grandeur, sir Owen 
possessed a handsome mansion In Ddgraviu, and 
the season they spent In town was (me long scene 
of uninterrupted gaiety and excitement, young, 
surpassingly beautiful, graceful, Lady Chevenlx 
soon won a place for herself iu the Idglmst and 
most exclusive circles, she was idolized; her 
wealth, her diamonds, her superb mansion, her 
grand parties, were subjects ol public comment . 
But alter a lime she found that, although she was 
liked and iluttered, her husband was simply de¬ 
tested. No one .seemed to care lor him ; his man¬ 
ners were so coarse t li.it. when she contrasted him 
wirh oilier men oi hts own rank and position she 
was ashamed Of liim; she rend dislike and aversion 
to him Iu the faces of the people whom she liked 
best and oi whom she most approved. 'Thought¬ 
less, laughing young men said to her— 
“ Come without your husband, or we shall not 
enjoy ourselves.” 
When she particularly pressed any lady to-come 
to see her lor some special purpose, the answer 
always was 
“ Well, tell lb h when you u ill be quite alone and 
I will come." 
she found that Sir Owen and herself were seldom 
iiiMied fwlee to the same place,.ami d dawned 
upon lie! very slowly that she should never be 
No. 3. 
she could not deny that his lace was dark and 
almost sinister-looking, that his manner and rar- 
riage were awkward, that he had an unpleasant 
voice; the outward appearance of the man was 
however the best part or him. No one could have 
called him a gentleman; he w as selQsh and brutal, 
unci so egotistical that In company no person ever 
had a chance ol speaking Out himself. He had two 
moods—lie was either familiar and boasted until 
every man present felt a great desire to put liim 
out of the room, or he was so sullen that to look at 
him was like looking at. a great black cloud. That 
was sir Owen lu Ills sober moments; but, u£ the 
novel restraint ot his young wife's presence wore 
off, he tell more in uncut G Into his old and latal 
habit of drink ine 
At rirat lie c,trend]> concealed u from her, for lu 
bis coarse fashion ho loved her. A woman ul more 
noble soul perhaps would have made a belter man 
or him —w ould have helped him to overcome his 
bad habits ami Acquire good ones. The woman 
who had married blip, not for love, but simply for 
his money, had but one thought—it was to keep 
him ina good temper while it was feasible, and 
when it was not to keep out of bis Way. 
CHAPTER XXX. 
The season was over, and Sir Owen and Lady 
Chevenlx were expected at Garswood. By that 
time Sir Owen, to use his own expression, was him¬ 
self again; the novelty and restraint of his new 
life had worn off. all Ids natural characteristics 
were in lull play, anil there were times when ills 
young wife wished herself dead, she was not often 
driven to such despair, but occasionally he was ter¬ 
rible. As a whole she enjoyed her lito. she imd 
money and everythin.'!, that she wished for; she en¬ 
joyed her magnificent home, with nil its attendant 
luxuries; she was by universal consent queen oi 
the county. 
For some time there was ill-will between herself 
and Lady liolfc. she did not wish i.n ask either 
that lady or her daughter Lavinla to Garswood, 
but after a few words from Imr husband she was 
compelled to give way. She. had the good sense to 
make the bust, of it. and Lady Rolfe became a fre¬ 
quent visitor a t Garswood. 
During all Mils tithe violet had never once seen 
Felix, she had heard of him continually—be was 
rising rapidly in t he world, she hoard old Colonel 
Riddell speak ol him one- evening when she, with 
sir Owen, w mi. over to a formal and stately dinner¬ 
party at Lady Kolte’8, 
“Mark my wordH,” said l he colonel—“ the lead¬ 
ing man in tiffs part or tlm world is, or very soon 
will be, young Felix Lonsdale, tlm lawyer’s son. I 
have watched him with Interest, lie will be a. 
leader yet. lie acts as the Earl's ageriT, now, and 
Lord Arlington has implicit cnuiidcncc In him, i 
prophesy that with the Karl's interest lie will be 
rot timed as member for the borough, a ml that once 
in I'arlhuimiil we shrill hear of him.a 
One or two others agreed with the colonel. The 
face of Lady Chevenlx grew crimson when she 
heard her husband give a little insulting, sneering 
laugh, she sa w with dread that he had drunk too 
much wine. 
“ r have beaten him once, - ’ said sir Owen. “ and 
1 will beat blrn again; if he goes In for one inter¬ 
est, 1 will go In for the other.” 
For his wife’s sake no one answered him: and 
Lady Rolfe gave the signal for the ladles to with¬ 
draw. 
“ I shall never go out to dine again if I have to 
meet that mag,” said the old colonel, who was an 
aristocrat rte pur aawj. “Such men ought all to 
be shot. What could that lovely woman have 
been thinking of to marry him’”—for the colonel 
was far above tho scandal and gossip of the neigh¬ 
borhood, none of It was ever brought to him. 
So there were times In her brilliant, luxurious 
life when Lady Chevenlx was weary of it all and 
longed to see the face of a true friend. She had 
called on Eve Lester, but Eve had declined to see 
her, and “aunt Jane” had been rampant on the 
occasion. 
Lady Chevenlx sat In the best parlor at. the Out- 
lands, looking very" lovely, dressed in sheeny silk 
and marvelous lace, when the elder lady came In 
to her, more erect and uncompromising than ever. 
“My niece declines to see. you, Lady Chevenlx.” 
she said •• and I think she Is quite right.. You jilt¬ 
ed our best friend, and, naturally enough, we take 
bis side. Do not call again—Eve does not, care to 
know you." 
Perhaps in all her lire Lady Chevenlx had never 
felt so humiliated. There, was no polite disguise 
about the remark, no conventional veil. •• sho had 
jilted their best friend, and they did not care to 
know her.” Even Evelyn cried out In wonder when 
she heard what her aunt had said, 
“ No half truths for me 1” said that uncompro¬ 
mising lady. “ If every one told the truth, this 
would be a different world,” 
Never had Lady Chevenlx tell so bumbled. She 
had hoped to have heard something of Felix from 
Evelyn, but, if Eve would not see her, why, there 
was an end of It. 
She had not encountered her old lover once. She 
wished very much to see him. Why should they 
not be friends? She had no desire for anything 
more than the most common form of friendship. 
She remembered his bright, sunny temper, his 
sweet smile, hLs wonderful good humor, his cheer¬ 
ful presence. she fell that It would be a comfort 
and a pleasure to see him at times after the sullen 
silence that, often lasted for days—to hear a few 
bright words. She found herself often wondering 
when and where she should meet him again. At 
last the time came. 
Lady Maude Bramber had been absent from borne 
for some few days, and during that time the Karl 
had sent, out invitations for a dinner-party, if lie 
and Ills Countess had hoard anything of the love- 
story of Felix and Violet, they had completely for¬ 
gotten It. The Earl sent out the invitations, and 
one went to Garswood for sir Owen aud Lady 
Chevenlx, and one to FelLv Lonsdale. Lord Ar¬ 
lington very seldom had a large dinner-party now 
without Inviting Felix; his brilliant conversational 
powers made liim a most welcome guest. 
“ Fell:: Is a host In himself,’ rhe Earl would say 
laughingly. 
lie had not the faintest Idea, when he sent out 
his Invitations, oi having done wrong. Lady 
Maude, to whom Felix had revealed Ills love-story, 
did not return until the day of the dinner-party, 
and then it was too late to send a note or message 
anywhere. 
“They must meet some time,” she said to her¬ 
self In dismay; “perhaps if will be better here 
than elsewhere. I shall be at hand to help him if 
he requires help.” 
She said nothing to any one, but awaited the 
course of events. 
The dinner was given in honor of Lord Hayden, a 
great statesman, who was visiting the Earl, and 
Lord Arlington was both pleased and proud to in¬ 
troduce his young and gifted proteyg to his Wend. 
Colonel Riddle was invited—he would nor. have 
gone had he known that he was to meet, .Sir Owen, 
whom he detested—also Lady Rolfe, her daughter 
Laviula, and several other friends. 
It was a warm day. and the shade of the green 
foliage all about Bramber Towers was cool and in¬ 
viting. The dinner-hour was fixed for seven. 
“There Ls no keeping people Indoors on these 
tine summer nights,” said the Karl, “so we may 
■as well be prepared to spend the evening out ot 
doors." 
Rady Maude was the first In the drawing-room, 
ant! to her great delight Felix came In soon after¬ 
wards. sin- was wonderfully proud of luin. As 
Lady Maude looked ai iipn, she thought lo herself 
that, there could not be a, Oner, handsomer, or 
nobler-looklng ma n in England than he was. 
•I was waiting tor you, Mr. Lonsdale; I have 
something to tell you. I know you are a brave 
man; this evening I shall see your bravery put to 
severe proof.” 
He cotdd not Imagine what, she meant, but he 
said that be hoped whatever might bo the proof 
she would not ttnd him wanting. 
“I have no tear as to that.” she said earnestly. 
“.Mr. Lonsdale-1 want to tell you that Lady Che¬ 
venlx will be Here this evening, Pap£t made up his 
list of invitations during my absence, and I could 
do nothing.'’ 
No. 5. 
■She was glad that they were alone. Ills face 
grew white as death—so white t hat she was alarm¬ 
ed; he stood quite still; and she saw Ids hands 
tremble. She talked ou that he might have time 
to recover himself. 
“ I would have prevented it. had It been possi¬ 
ble, but It was not,. You ha vo never seen her since 
her marriage; and 1 am told that she has grown 
doubly beautiful. Still, If you do not feel equal to 
meeting her, you shall not," 
she saw the great effort t hat he made to recover 
himself, lie succeeded; the color returned to Ids 
face; he stilled tlm trembling of his hands; he 
sudled as he answered her— 
“ You arc so good to me, Lady Maude, that I am 
at a loss how to thunk you for giving me i bis 
warning. I needed it. if t had met Lady Cheve¬ 
nlx suddenly, 1 should have been terribly embar¬ 
rassed ; now l am master of myseir.” 
“ And will keep so?” said Lady Maude earnestly. 
“And will keep so,” he repeated. 
Then the countess jolued them, aud presently 
one oi' two more entered the room. 
“Look,” said Lady Maude, as she touched Fe¬ 
lix’s arm gently. 
He looked in Die direction indicated and beheld 
Violet so changed from the. lovely laughing girl 
who had kissed him and quarreled with him 
twenty times In an hour that he hardly recognized 
her. This was an Imperially beautiful woman, on 
whose white breast and white arms shone jewels 
worth a king’s ransom—a woman whose face was 
so peerlessly lovely that it dazzled one as did the 
light ot the sun. 
Violet wore one of the triumphs of art that she 
had brought with her from Paris; and nothing 
could have been devised to enhance her loveliness 
more. 11 or dress was composed of some pale green 
labile, soft and shining, covered with clouds of 
white loco looped up With water-lilies, and in her 
golden hair nestled a lovely drooping water-lily. 
She wore a pat-um of diamonds and emeralds. 
Her white shoulders aud well-molded arms helped 
to compose a picture that no ma n could have seen 
without feeling his heart beat tiie quicker for It,. 
Lord Arlington went forward to meet, her. Like 
a foil to her bright and radiant loveliness, her 
dark-browed husband stood by her side. 
“ You are right, '’ said Felix to La dy Maude; “sho 
Is a thousand times more beautiful.’’ . 
Lady chevenlx did not notice Lady Maude Bram¬ 
ber leave his side and go up to her. When sho had 
exchanged a few words with her, she said— 
•■An old friend of yours, Lady chevenlx, ls here 
this evening.” And once more the two who had 
parted so tragically stood faee to race. 
CHAPTER XXXI. 
once more violet and Felix Lonsdale stood face 
to face. They looked at each other for a moment 
In silence. To Felix t here came back with a keen 
bitter pain the memory of his pust-lunate farewell; 
to Violet, there came the sudden keen conviction 
that she was looking at the face ot the only man 
she had ever cared for. Lady Maude Arlington, 
much as she disliked the brilliant young beauty, 
felt so pleased, alter bringing the two together, that 
she had screened Lady Chevenlx from observa¬ 
tion, for she trembled—her face Hushed crimson, 
and then grew white. 
Felix was the ffrst to speak, He did not, hold 
out his hands In greeting; he simply bowed and 
murmured some few commonplace words. 
“1 am very pleased to see you.” said Lady 
chevenlx : and the words lmd it ring of truth that 
touched both listeners. 
Wttb her usual smiling grace Lady Maude said— 
“We have a little time to spare—would you 
Uke to look at these photographsThey are quite 
new, and liner tli.au anything I have yet seen.” 
They all three sat round one of the pretty little 
tables that were* covered with pictures add books. 
Liuiy chevenlx turned to Felix again. 
“ I should like to see your fattier and Mrs. Lons¬ 
dale," site cilil. •* Are they well?" 
“They are quite well,” lie lold her, but he made 
no response t o her desire of seeing them 
“Hedoes not cure at all about seeing me,” she 
thought; “ he does not scorn In the least degree 
agitated or cmharmssed-die has .forgotten me;" 
aud as the thought came to her, her eyes tilled 
