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[COPYRIGHT.] A DAUGHTER OF THE TROPICS. BY FLORENCE MARRY AT, Author of Love's Conflict" Vdronique," etc. CHAPTER XXVIII. I WILL BE FAITHFUL TO HIM." THEY arrived at their destination just as the master of the house was fitting his latch-key into the door. It was seven o'clock, and the murky November evening made all objects in- distinct. Mark Kerrison turned his head and saw only Colonel Escott with Mrs. Arlington. "Rulto, Jem!" he exclaimed, heartily. "Coming to dine with us? That's a good old chap Lily had the toothache last night and retired to bed early, and I missed you terribly 1" I'll stop with pleasure since you ask me," returned Escott. Mark Kerrision had opened the door by this time, and stood against it to let the party pass in. Then, and not till then, he perceived Field- ing. "Why, Fielding, are you here too? For. give me for not having seen you before. The evenings are getting confoundedly dark You must dine with us also, my boy-that is if you have no other engagement," added Kerrison, wistfully remembering his wife's request. "I am quite at liberty, if you are sure I shall not be in the way," replied Esm6. Mark Kerrison's sense of hospitality could not stand this doubt. "Have I ever let you think you were 1" he said, in a tone of reproach. You know that you are always welcome in my house." But I am in morning dress, continued Esmé. "Mrs. Kerrison will excuse you I am sure. She is not new to Bohemian life, remember, replied his host, as he ushered the two gentle- men through the hall and conducted them up to bis own dessing-room. Mrs. Arlington flew with alacrity to hers to make the necessary changes in her dress. She was so curious to witness the meeting between Lily Kerrison and Esme Fielding. But if she expected a scene, she was disappointed. Lily knew that she was liable at any moment to meet her former lover. She lived in hourly dread of his appearance so, though she started and reddened in the fire-light as he entered the room with her husband and Colonel Escott, she gave no other sign that his presence dis- turbed her. "Lily, my dear," commenced Mr. Kerrison, here are two friends come to dine with us. I knew you would be pleased to see them, and that Mrs. Arlington is too good a housekeeper to be put out by such a trifle." It was the thought of Mrs. Arlington, more than that of her husband, that made the girl keep ker countenance, and have courage enough to answer in a calm voice :— I am glad to welcome any friends of Mr. Kerrison's," as she shook hands with both of the visitors. Esme tried hard to look in her face, but he found it impossible. She directed her attention entirely to Colonel Escott, and slipped her arm through his with easy familiarity when the dinner was announced. At the table it was the same thing. Mrs. Kerrison sat opposite her husband, smiling complacently, and joining in the con- versation as if there were no element present that had the power to upset her equanimity. Mrs. Arlington watched her furtively, and with the utmost disappointment, not to say dismay. Was it possible that she was wrong in her oaloulations ? Were all the revelations of maman, the intelligence communicated by Mrs. Fielding, the confidences of Eamd himself, some nuge and horrible mistake ? Had this girl been fooling him all the time, and, like most of her sex, simply accepted the better offer, and thought herself lucky to get rid of him ? Or, was she really in love with her husband, and so rendered proof against all emotion ? Lola could not solve the riddle. She gazed from Lily's white cheeks (so free from all traces of uneasiness), to Esmé's flushed face, and wondered at the coolness displayed by the weaker sex. Still, they were not alone, and in the moment of danger the feeblest creatures will stand to their ground. They should be watched whilst together, and without spectators, if one wished to learn their real feelings and should such an oppor- tunity arise, Mrs. Arlington was determined j they should reap the advantage of it. She was thinking out her plans all dinuer time, until Colonel Escott rallied her on her taciturnity. There is no need for me to talk, Colonel," she said, whilst Mrs. Kerrison can amuse us so well, I have been trying to take a lesson out of her book. How she can keep up the ball without betraying herself into an argument beats me I am such a wretchedly excitable creature I can't talk without arguing, and then I lose my temper. I would give anything to possess Mrs. Kerrison's mild equable tem- perament." Mrs. Kerrison shot a look of distrust at the speaker, who met it with eyes wide open with innocence. I am sorry if I have monopolised the con- versation," said Lily "I would much rather it were general, as I thought it was." "Oh, don't apologise," said Mrs. Arlington, *«or we shall be forced to oompliment you, We admire your cool, unembarrassed way immense- ly, and would much rather listen than join in. I am sure we should never do it half so well." Mark Kerrison was pleased at the praise elicited by his wife. I think Lily does talk exceedingly well," he interposed; "and she can listen also on oocasions, which few talkers do. She would keep me entertained for a whole evening at Ulencara with little stories of her past life- used you not, Lily?" U I am afraid, my dear Mark, that no one but you would have been found good enough to listen to them." Oh now, Mrs. Kerrison, I am sure you undervalue yourself, and that those little stones must have been delightfully «afee and interesting I wish you would till us some now! exclaimed Mrs. Arlington. "Mr. Field- ing and I are dying to hear them Are «« w -Mr. Fielding ?" Lily drew herself up proudly. Whatever they were, A told them to my husband, Mrs. Arlington, and not to—to stran- gers I If we have finished our dinner, I think mat we will go." And rising from her seat, she passed into the drawinc-room. A fire was burning brightly in the grate, and the folding-doors, which led into another part- WMat at the back, were closed, and a largw Japanese screen placed before them. As the women entered the room together, Mrs. Arlington turned down the gas. What are you doing that for ? said Lily, sharply. ° thought it would be pleasanter for your Vr^ou c°mplain so much of the glare," iPj'ton»- sweetly, as she walked towards the iolding_doors Mrs. Kerrison had knelt down on the rug, and was cowenng over the fire. "Very well;butplea,e don>t k fchat door open longerthanyou can help> nf p^^iy makes me shiver! she continued, as Mrs. Arlington came back smiling, with a volume in her hand which she had fed from the next apartment. It is very cold to-night; I think there must fce an east wind. Let me fetch you a wrap, dear Mrs. Kerrison," she said, as she went towards the door. Her quick ears had caught the sound of the gentlemen's feet in the hall, and she guessed they were going te sesoke in the "sanctum." The question was, would Bsme Fielding agree to accompany them ? Her instinot told her he Would not, and her instinct was right. As she stood outside the drawing-room, she heard Mark Kerrison say You know the way, Jem ? I shall never for- f*ive you for deserting it;" and then, to Mr. ielding, After your godfather, sir. I will join you in a minute "If you'll excuse me, Kerrison," replied Eem6, "I would prefer not to smoke to-night; It doesn't always agree with me after dinner, it doesn't always agree with me after dinner, d I would. rather join the ladies." "Very good suid his host, "do as yaa like best I" and left him to find his way into the drawing-room. Mrs. Arlington slipped to one side. Now was her opportunity she cowered behind an enormous palm that stood near the entrance, and as soon as Mr. Fielding had passed over the threshold, she crept softly into the back room, and made her way to the folding-doors, which she had previously left ajar, and whence she could hear everything that transpired between Lily and her guest. CHAPTER XXIX. DISCORD LOST IN HARMONY. MRS. KERRISON was still kneeling on the hearth-rug, holding out her hands to the blaze. She was a chilly, delicate mortal, and shrank from the cold like a mimosa-plant. As Esmd Fielding entered the room, she glanced beyond him anxiously for a glimpse of her husband's form. Where is Mr. Kerrison ? she asked. "Upstairs, smoking with Colonel Escott," was the reply. "And why are you not with them?" said Lily, rising to her feet. "Because I seldom indulge in the weed after dinner. Besides, I preferred to com e and talk to you I" You might have troubled yourself to inquire if I preferred it too That is not very gracious of you, Lily "I shall be obliged, Mr. Fielding, by your calling me by my proper name It is your proper name—the name you taught me to love you by. You won't be so cruel as to forbid my using it!" Yes, I shall My name now is Mrs. Ker- rison and no one shall call me Lily' except my husband 1" "Your husband is very much to be envied, although he only enjoys his privilege at second- hand "Mr. Fielding do you wish to insult me?" On the contrary, I think it is you who are insulting me! I thought you would have used more courtesy towards a guest in your husband's house!" To his guest, then, I apologise but to you personally I will not admit that I owe any apology "Why do you say so?" Because, if you had any proper feeling, you would not have accepted his invitation to dine here Not even to see you! "Least of all to see me. When we last met I told you plainly I did not-wish to see you again. Had you the least regard for me, you would have respected my wish. Especially now-when I am married I" I thought that was the very reason we might meet again. It makes it doubly hard for me, but it is safer for you." "It can never be more safe than it was," she Jrejoined, bitterly. "I lost all esteem for you long ago; and with my esteem, my love evaporates." Then why do you object to see me here ?" Because I love my husband! You may look astonished, but it is the truth. His goodness, and generosity, and unselfishness have taught me to love him, and he shall not be repaid by my ingratitude. If he knew all that has passed between us-" Then you have not told him ? interposed Eømé, quickly. "Would you be here if I had told him?" demanded Lily, in her turn. No, I have been faithful to you, and I will be faithful to him. Did he know what you had been to me, do you suppose he would welcome you here as his gueet ? You know he would not. I know he would not It is too much to expect from human nature. Well, then, I mean to behave to you as if he did know, and I say that you must not come here again." You are too severe!" cried Esmé. I thought that the insurmountable barrier you have raised between us would at least bear this balm for its sting—that it would open the door to a more familiar intercourse; and now you say that we are not to meet. Lily, you have lost the last spark of affection you held for me," Not so, Esmé," she answered in a voice that slightly shook from pain; "my feelings are not changed towards you. If anything, they are softer than they were but if you wish them to continue so, you must try and please me, and that will not be by coming here." It is difficult to say what looidd please you," he murmured. She raised her serious eyes to his. 44 To see you living a nobler life," she answered a life like other men. To see you no longer dependent on a mother's caprices, but yourself. Valuing your work because it gives you the liberty to value others and valuing money only as it enables you to help your neighbour, not to sit above him. Oh, Edmé, it was money that made you what you are. You would have been a happier and better man if you had been born poor. Don't you think so ? "I am sure of it," he said, sighing. "And so you really love your husband ?" Lily blushed she knew how different this love was from the last. "He ia so good to me," she said in a low voice. "I cannot do a thing in his eyes that is wrong. That is why I have been too great a coward to tell him about you. If he knew it, I am afraid he would never look at me with the same eyes again." He must be a strange man if he expects to marry a woman of twenty-three and find that t-he has never had a lover before." "But if I told that I must tell him all!" exclaimed Lily, excitedly. Of your mother's cruel accusations and my own family's belief of them. Of my being thrust out of Apples- court without a character, and obliged to change my name because I was ashamed of it. Why, E'-inc, he docs not even know my real name. I married him under the false one." I think that was imprudent," replied Field- ing; "but it makes no difference, I believe, to the legality of the act. But don't let my mother get scent of all this, Lily—1 mean Mrs. Kerrison. She is very bitter against you still, and very unforgiving." "She is a bad woman cried Lily, clench ing her hand, a bad-bad woman Heaven will judge her for what she did to me. But that is an extra reason for your not coming here, Esmé. Promise me it shall not happen again I" The young man hesitated, and she repeated her request. Do promise me I If you do not I will never believe that you have loved me again I will go to my dear husband this very night and tell him everything, and beg of him to protect me from your intrusion and that of Mrs. Field- ing. I will lay the case exactly before him, and if—if he turns against me and breaks my neart—still, it will do no good to you. So what will you gain by a refusal 7 "What shall I gain if I consent?" said young man, wistfully. n my regard—my respect—a softer rememb- arioee °* that has spoiled my life," she » ere holding out her hand to him. j S^ntly and raised it to his lips. Ihen I will do as you ask me, Lily. I KlTOrd ,uP°n it- And I will try hard to shape my life in the future so that you may feel a little more esteem for me than you do at present. "I think I feel it already," she said, tear- fully, as she withdrew her hand from his. At that moment Mr. Kerrison and Colonel Eaeott entered the drawing-room. "Hullo!" cried the former. "Where is Mrs. Arlington?" "She left the room some time ago, ostensibly to fetch me a shawl," replied his wife, as she sat down beside Colonel Escott on the sofa. "That word 'ostensibly' is rather a hard one," he demurred. Surely you can have no doubt of Mrs. Arlington's sincere desire to please you ? I I don't know," returned Lily, indifferently. Sometimes I am not sure what I think of her. Any way, she went away for the purpose I named ten minutes ago, and has not yet returned. She must be making the shawl." "She has been detained, probably, by some household matter. Let me go and look" after lier," said Mark Kerrison. •No, dear I don't stir an inch I am much and scarcely need a wrap. Come ana sit by me and tell me all that you have done, seen and suffered to-day uriu>n' ^f^ghted at the invitation, took a seat by her side, and engaged in cheerful con- versation with her. Escott drew young Fielding apart. "What's the matter with you, my boy ? he said, you have the « blues' to-night." "Not at all, sir! You see me a little serious, that is all; in fact, Colonel, I am very anxious to set ap in life for myself. I am tired of living on my mother's income, and being at her beck and call like a hired servant. It's rather degrading for a fellow of five-and- twenty-that is, it would be if she were not my mother. Don't you agree with me, sir?" "I think every man should have a profes- sion, and be independent, Esm6. But what would you do ? "I have not decided that yet, Colonel, I am only thinking of it, and would like to have your advice." Come to my chambers to-morrow morning, and we'll talk it over," said the Colonel. "That I will with pleasure," replied Esme Fielding. Oh those tiresome servants cried Mrs. Arlington, bursting into the room like a whirl- wind; "I had hardly reached the upper cor- ridor, dear Mrs. Kerrison, before I was assailed on all sides, and compelled to listen to numerous complaints in order to get free again. But here is your wrap I thought this soft, white woollen thing would make you look as cosy as a little lamb. Let me put it on your shoulders." "Thanks but I don't want it now, I am warm again," replied Lily, coldly. c, Oh, dear I am afraid I have kept you waiting, but indeed it wasn't my fault. If you only knew what the cares of such a house- hold are 1" She doesn't want to know," said Kerri- son, laughing, "she is perfectly content to hear about them. Never mind the wrap, Mrs. Arlington-put it on Escott, he looks quite shrivelled with the east wind-and go to the piano and sing us something very nice and sentimental i 11 And no the discord of the evening was lost in harmony. CHAPTER XXX. "HAS SHE PREDICTED THAT?" "IT is all a failurg-a wretched and unmiti- gated failure exclaimed Lola Arlington, as she flung herself down upon a chair in her mother's house. Claircine de Pelle stood before her daughter silent and dismayed. She had offered to relieve her of her walking-attire, and to fetch her some refreshment, and been repulsed on both counts unceremoniously. I This rebuff alarmed rather than hurt her. 'She was more than half afraid of her hand- some and arrogant daughter, who, she felt, looked down upon her as an origin unworthy of her beauty and her position. Hush, my pretty one!" she ventured to say presently. But what is a failure?" This business of the Kerrisons. Maman is either a fool or a knave Not a single one of her predictions has come to pass Kerrison has married this girl, notwithstanding that I f humiliated myself before him by a confession of love and now that, with great difficulty, I bring the former lover back to her side, she repulses his attentions, and orders him never to enter the house again. She declares to him that she loves her husband and will not betray him. She goes further. She tries to imbue the young man with her own principles, and I am not sure that she has not succeeded. Bah! What is one to do with such people ? It sickens me to think of them "Ah ejaculated Madame de Pelle, "then she is virtuous—this young lady ? She pretends to be." "But what was it that maman predicted, Lola ? She is not generally wrong, and lately her eyes seem doubly open to the future. As her body decays, her mental powers increase. She frightens me sometimes by her marvellous prophecies. It is as though she saw the scroll of fate spread out before her." "She could not frighten me, whatever she said. I only wish she would tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I would like to know everything that is going to happen to me, oven though I taw myself swinging on the gallows." Claircine de PclltS started forward with a sudden cry "Ah don't say that, my child It is too terrible To think of those beautiful eyes starting from their sockets !—that 8a:;iR skin discoloured by strangulation !—that delicate throat twisted out of shape by the cruel, knotted rope! I could not bear it, Lola-I could not bear it!" The description seemed too much for the younger woman also. She turned pale as she listened to it. Has the old witch predicted that for me?" she asked. "No, no, my child; calm thyself; and if she had, what matter ? .y ou say that her predictions have no truth in them." Some of them have," muttered Lola and I am not sure now if she ever aid say I should marry Mr. Kerrison. But it is still on the cards, isn't it, mother ? Wives die sometimes, and I think if she died now his thoughts would turn to me for comfort. I should have gained him the first time had his mind not been preoccupied. But she is no companion for him. it is I to whom he looks for conversation and amusement. I who assist him in his work, and keep him a comfortable and happy home." You will win him in the end, never fear," said Madame de Pellé. "Yes, if she would only die!" replied her daughter, feverishly. Well, and that is not difficult if one has the mind to bring it about. Sleep is a tem- porary death we have only to prolong it to con- vert it into death itself. You had better consult maman about it." "Ah!—no!—maman is too terrible!" said Lola with a shudder. "My daughter, if you are likely to require her counsel or her assistance, you had better take it at once, before it is too late. Poor maman weakens every day. Any time when you come here you may find her with the angels. And then, if you have let your oppor- tunity for wealth and station slip by you, what is to become of me? How can I live when maman is gone ? Will these few rags I have to wash keep me in board and lodging ? I ask you to think for me as well as yourself." "It is hard that you should depend upon me, mother. I-who was thrust from your very arms to earn my own living as best I could f -who have been tossed about this world like a cork upon the billows ever since You have had other children besides me. Is there no one else on whom you have a claim for your support ?" "No one, my child," returned Madame de Pellé, whimpering, with her apron to her eyes. Your father—bah he was a vile man, whose memory is distasteful to me, and your brothers are scattered over the world. I should not know them even if we met. But you I pro- vided well for; and how did you requite my benevolence ? "What do you call 'providing well' for me, mother ? "Did I not marry you to Agar? Aye- marry you hard and fast in the church I had a battle to do it, I can tell you, Lola! The man offered me hundreds of pounds—enough So make me comfortable for life-to let him ofa. But I was firm. I was determined that m, beautiful daughter should be a lady, and have her own fortune, and so I forced him to give in to my wishes and make you his wife." Make me his slave, you mean Do you call that 'providing' for me, mother? You sold me as a child of fifteen to a horrible old Jew with the worst of characters, who initiated me into every sort of crime. He only wanted me as a decoy-duck to his gambling-saloon. And then-when he found I had a will as well as himself-he ill-treated me until-until he aggravated me to take my revenge "Oh, yes, Lola-oh, yes? you had your revenge said Madame de Pelld, chuckling. "And what for? To see everything seized by his creditors, and find myself penniless, and cast for the second time upon a world that did not want me T V ^orld always wants beautiful women, JUola; and you are still in your prime," replied her mother. co But what has become of the Colonel ? Has he cooled of his fancy for you ? JNot at all. But what use is it? It can no longer serve to fan Kerrison's jealousy into a flame, and he has no money for me to fall back upon." It would be a position croaked Madame de Pelte. "Wealth is double the value of station, mother. No I see a better prospect than that, if the other fails-Mr. Esmd Fielding—the young Englishman who came here to consult maman-Mrs. Kerrison's quondam lover. He will have a rich property by-and-bye, when his mother dies, and if I get hold of him she won't live long afterwards." But isn't he still in love with Mr. Kerri. son's wife? Yes. But when an attachment is hopeless a man's heart soon turns in another direction and he is the sort of susceptible youth I could soon get an influence over. In fact, I have it already. We have had two or three walks together, and I found him most amenable. It would be simply a question of whether I wished it or not, especially now that Mrs. Kerrison has given him the go-by. Oh, men are so easily caught they are not worth the winning Particularly when they are dependent on the caprice of their mothers. You would have to get into Mrs. Fielding's good graces, Lola, unless you wish her to alter hor will, and that would not be so easy I fancy I don't know that. The old lady came to see me whilst Mr. and Mrs. Kerrison were absent, to worm out all she could about the bride. But I put her on the wrong track alto- gether. I foresaw that if she let the cat out of the bag before my plans were matured, she would have the game to herself; so I sent her off, bewildered by her own mistake, and ready to pounce down upon Lily Prescott in quite another direction My clever girl," said Madame de Pell6 admiringly. "When did you ever fail to do the right thing at the right time ? If she had acquired a knowledge of the truth she would have prevented her son entering the house." Exaetly so. Not that it has been of much serviee hitherto. I wish I could think of some plan to let Mr. Kerrison learn the truth con- cerning her, without compromising myself." "Maman will find it for you exclaimed Madame de Pelle, confidently. "Maman is like the wire-worm, that bores its way in the dark, yet always arrives at the spot where it desires to be. She was chanting a song about you only last night, and the refrain of it was always success. Death and success." "Bah!" cried Lola, shuddering. "I wSofc she could think of something more exhilarat- ing than death. It is not a cheerful subject, whether we contemplate it in the persom of ourselves or others." Maman is too used to the sight to fear it. She has been a witness in her youth of the ceremonies of the Vaudoux, and has seen live victims immolated on their altars." And eaten them too, I daresay," said Lola, grimly. And why not, my child ?" demanded Clair- cine de Pellé, calmly. "It is only prejudice e that debars the whole world from the same act. However, I speak from surmise only. 1 have never heard maman confess she was a party to it. But she must have been reared upon strange food to make her v. hat, slic is." Ö She is a weird old creature, there is no doubt of that, though very useful at times," replied Mrs Arlington. But, mother, remem- ber there must be no more convulsion. They frighten me and arouse suspic on. Make maman understand that. Surdv, amongst her vast. collection of decocted herbs-" "I understand," said Claircine de Pelle. "What you want is a sleeping draught, in case of need; something to ke"p by you, and watch your opportunity for use. Something that will induce sleep profound and deep. That stops the heart as it stops with disease—neither faster nor slower-aid lulls the sleeper to a oalm repose. Oh! yes. I know where it is an how to use it. But let us ask rnaman first She may have something better to propose." (To be continued.)

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