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[COPYRIGHT. ] THE TRIALS OF MADGE MOBERLEY BY FLORENCE HOPE. Author of "Tanked Thready" "The Brown Rosary," &c., &o. CHAPTER XVI. "BY THE SAD SEA WAVES." The housemaid from "The Towers" lifted her eyes in astonishment. Good Lord: It's Miss Moberley! she cried. and to Madge's surprise seemed not only agitated at the iignt of her but looked terrified, and clung to the banisters, trembil n- like a leaf. "Whatever brings you here, Kate. inquired Madge. 1 might say the same to you, miss. Lor! You might have knocked me down with a touch ot your little finger; I never was so taken aback in my life," replied the girl, getting back her self-oontrol with the power of speech. "But why are you frightened at seeing me. said Madge. "I ain't frightened, miss; only what you may call surprised. Its nothin' wonderful my being here, as the 'otel belongs to my brother. He's well-to-do, he is; but as I don't hold with bein' dependent upon one's relations I go out to ser- vice; but I'm surprised to see you here, miss, and that'3 the truth." Then Madge explained her position, and Kate hastened to say she was only up for a night-for a holiday. Madge didn't believe her quite, but she knew that it was no business of hers, and it was not until she had returned to her room and closed ttje door that she recollected the lady downstairs. It had seemed to her as if she was with the girl who ran upstairs with Kate. Who then could she be? lire. Lovell? No, that was not possible. What an absurd idea! Why should Mrs. Lovell be in London with Kate, and stopping at a third-rate hotel? Yet that hat-that tall figure in the rich silk. cloak. But Madge did not remember ever having seen that mantle. And the hat?—well, Mrs. Lovell might have given the hat to the housemaid, who had probably sold it to some woman of her acquaintance. What more likely? But still uneasy, and full of doubts and su"-I gestions, Madge went to bed feeling that there was some mystery about Kate and her visit to the hotel. When she went downstairs the next morn- ing to breakfast in the coffee room she asked the waiter to tell Kate Howe that she would like to ,Epe,ak to her-but the man informed her at once that she was not in and had left the night before. Gone!" exclaimed Madge. "But she told me she was going to stay all night." The waiter, who was a Swiss, shrugged his shoulders and swept off the crumbs with his table napkin to make a fresh place for Madge. I should like to see the proprietor," she sap- gested, presently. Pardon, madame, but monsieur is not in just at tha moment; he had to go out," was the reply. Do you know the lady who was here last night—tall, with a large hat and feathers, dressed in black?" enquired Madge. The waiter poised his tray on his fingers and stood with his head on one side in a reflective attitude. "Tall-let me see. Ah! with much colour and black hair. Grosse—very stout, n'est-ce pas?" "No, no. A fine figure; reddish gold hair; dark eyes," corrected Madge, giving the des- cription of Mrs. Lovell. I did not see her, then. Ah, no; of course not. I was engaged elsewhere; I know nothing of such a lady." And away he fled with his tray full of cups high in the air. When Madge had finished her breakfast she crossed to one of the windows and looked out into the street watching for Phil. The sun was shining, but the narrow street seemed dark and dull to the girl accustomed to open country. She thought she did not like London, and yet it interested her, and she looked forward to making her home there with Phil. Ah! there he was, just arossing the street; and it was barely half- past nine. How good ef him to be so early. She ran out into the hall to meet him. and he bade her put on her hat while he settled the bill. Now," he said, when they were outside to- gether, we'll stroll through the Embankment gardens, and you shall go as far as my office with me. There' I was nearly forgetting to give you a letter that arrived for you this morning. Mr. Lovell seems in a deuce of a hurry to write to you; it's his writing, isn't it?" Yes," replied Madge, taking the letter and opening it, wondering what he could have to say that necessitated writing so soon.- Phil!" she exclaimed. "Then it was she. If I had only known!" "What are you talking about?" said her brother. It wa3 Mrs. Lovell after all-the woman in the hall last night. Fancy! she has run away. Here, read the letter; then that was why Kabe looked so frightenea at seeing me. I wonder where she is now?" Phil read Mr. Lovell's letter, which was to inform Madge of his wife's disappearance, and also that Kate, the housemaid, was probably with her. No clue could be obtained at present as to their whereabouts. Should Madge by cnance have any idea or suspicion as to where they "had gone, he would be grateful if she would communicate with him at once. How d,, a df Li I; Isn't it. Tat poor woman evidently suspected that she might be shut up. I know it was what she most dreaded, for she had once spoken to me about such a thing, and said it must be awful," said Madge. Well, you are bound to let the husband know, and we had better send a telegram at once," replied Phil. So a wire was speedily despatched to "The Towers," and astonished Mr. Lovell when he opened the orange-coloured paper and read: Mrs. L. and Kate were seen at Howe's Hotel, 42. Savile-street, last night. Have left now. Nothing more.—Moberley. The clue was, of course, immediately followed up. Mr. Lovell arrived at Howe's private hotel, but nothing satisfactory came of his visit. Howe himself said that his sister and he had very little ¿. _1. _L _lL 1 1 tV say to eacn ouier now, ana sne only came to him when she wanted anything. She had brought a lady-her mistress, so she called her- and said she required a nice bed-sitting-room; that it might be wanted for several days; had told him that the lady could pay, and that her luggage would arrive later. Then no sooner was the arrangement made, and Kate herself had been upstairs to see the room, than she returned, whispered something in the lady's ear, who turning very pale, said the place would not suit her. Kate seemed to hustle the lady away, and they drove off in a cab. He had neither seen nor heard anything of them since. Such was Howe's story, told in an apparently truthful and straightforward manner. Mr. Lovell felt bound to believe him. Then he drove off to Phil's lodgings to see Madge, but she could tell him nothing more than he already knew. Poor Mr. Lovell looked haggard and distressed. At the loss of his wife some of the old love that had been dead for so long returned with the anxiety he felt about her, and Madge pitied him from the bottom of her heart. She was a brilliant girl when I married her, though I believe then she drank in secret," he said, with a sigh Phil declared he didn't believe in shutting a roman up for such a thing. It only sends her mad, he said. But you haven't, fortunately for you. known the sufferings and frightful anxiety that such a horrible habit brings upon a household. Your sister, I am grieved to say, knows only too well something of the curse," said Mr. Lorell. Then he left them, promising to let Madge hear as soon as he discovered his wife's whereabouts or anything concerning her. The following Saturday Phil and Madge were to go down to Cromer to join their married sister, as Phil was able to arrange for a week's holiday then; and the day came without their having received any further news from Mr. Lovell. Madge was in high spirits, for she had received a letter from Chris, that morning, and it satisfied her completely, breathing as it did passionate love and filled with hope for their future. What a pleasure it was to see the sea once more! The tossing waves were dashing and sparkling in the sunshine, the sky was azure blue softly flecked with baby clouds, and there was the faintest of Lreezes tempering the heat of the day. Oh how lovely! how lovely!" exclaimed Madge every minute, as they drove at a rattling h;1 fmm ttio ct-atinn to the- town "1lt.C UUVVl.1 'l.lC J.lo. .a p seated outside the 'bus. Against a background of dark woods there stretched a field of scarlet poppies, and one could almost smell tha sleepy scent of the flowers through the strong bracing air. Madge's head turned this way and that in fear of losing any of the beauties of Nature that surrounded her on all sides. The Hetheringtons were staving at an hotel facing the sea, where Phil and Madsre were to be tfhace?l guests, and as the omnibus pulled up, SybiL' Madge's sister, came out into the porch, accom- panied by her two children, to welcome them. Mrs. Hetherington was several years older than Madge, and was verging on thirty. She had an d had the married a man with plenty of money, and had the look of a woman without a care. She was easily satisfied, and her rather commonplace, middle- class husband adored her and gave her all that f,he wanted. golf. and ? George ha9 gone to that everlasting olf ad won t b, in till nearly dinner time, said Sybil, as she slipped her kand through Madge s arm and led her in. The place is getting very full, in another week I couldn't have got a room for you, f9 I am so glad you and Phil were abie to come now. You must have some tea, and then we II have a stroll along the front." 'tDown to the sea, please; the front won't sa my thirst for the waves. I want to get as sto them as ever I can, and to-morrow get in them," answered Madge. Yes, yes," cried the children. and bathe wi'" th us. Mummy won't—because she says it gets yJlfi: ijairront of curl; but you won't mind that, { m you "As it happens, your auntie's hair frizzes raturally* to it doesn't matter how wet she get;! it." said Mrs. Hetherington. "They let out all my little secrets and weaknesses," she added, -her sister. "We shall have to stuff their ears up with cotton wool. laughed Madge. The next few days were delightful. Madge felt as if she hadn'c a care in the world, and Phil breathed a sigh of intense satisfaction every morning when. fre aw<$ke at the thought that he I had a long day be fa 1" hIm in which to do noth- ing. With his artist's soul he revelled in the btrnmy* yoM»<K^ini; -it ives rest iodee o ? ? ?' *? 41 l fl. -1- to his tired brain. The sea, too, was a passion with him he loved it in all its varying moods; but best of all on these sunshiny breezy days, wken the wind-swept skies cast purple shadows ever the blue waves, and the white-sailed, boats tossed up and down on the frothy billows, and the seagulls skimmed the surface of the waters. He would lie for hours under the shadow of a boat, watching the changing lights and shades over the sea, and now and then jotting down an effect in a note-book he always carried with him. As a painter would make his sketches, so did Phil Moberley scribble down descriptive touches that struck him in Nature; sometimes a tangled hedge crowned with wild roses, another time a wave of the sea or a cloud in the sky was pen- cilled in his book, and although he had never written a line of poetry in his life, none the less was he a true poet, by reason 01 hiS Keen appre- ciation of all that was beautiful. As he lay on the seashore, or half-hidden in the long grass of the cliff, rejoicing in the slumbrous murmurs of the sea, he thought of the small stuffy den at the office in the Strand, where he corrected long strips of printers' proofs, and wrote his criticisms on Art and Literature, where he had panted for a breath of fresh air and yearned for the sweet scents and sounds of the oountry. Madge understood and appreciated all that he felt, and they were happy indeed together. There was no jarring element to mar their oompanion- ship, and often they needed not to talk, but were content, being together, to be silent. One evening, after a long day of great heat, they sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the sun go down in a glory of crimson and gold. It was a more than usually beautiful sunset, that refleoted a path of glittering light shining across the sea. They had been silent, speechless with admiration for a long time, and "ohless with rose with a sigh. Why do beautiful things make one feel so melancholy?" she said. If I sit here any longer with you, Phil, I shall cry." Her brother made no movement to rise. He was waiting to see the last of the beauty deepen into purple and fade into darkness, so Madge mounted the slope of the cliff alone. She had reached the top, when she noticed the figure of a tall man ooming towards her in the opposite direction. Surely she must be mistaken, yet there was something about the figure approaching each step nearer to her that was undoubtedly familiar. It was too late now to turn back; he had seen her. Yes, it was Kent Rochford. CHAPTER XVII. I MADGE'S FEARS. I He made no exclamation of surprise at seeing her, nor any fuss, but calmly said that he had oome down to see what the golfing was like, as he bad been staying with a man he knew at Norwich, and being so near he thought he'd come over. I'm staying at the Grand," he said. Madge gave a httle sigh of relief that it was not the hotel where they had put up. And Mrs. Lorell—have you heard anything of her?" she enquired. No trace of her at all the only discovery made ig that she went to the bank at once on her arrival in town and got out her diamonds—said she wanted to take them to her jeweller to be cleaned, as she was going to wear them at a ball," replied Rochford. If I were in Lovell's place I should just let her go. What is the use of bothering about her? She'll come to a bad end any way. And the sooner the better," he added, brutally. Madge shrank from him. "How can you speak like that?" she said. "You seem to have no pity for Mrs. Lovell." "Pity! Why should one pity a woman who disgraces herself as she has done? And that is the very woman I was nearly marrying myself; it's lucky for her I'm not her husband. But I'd have mastered her; she would never have got to this pitch with me." I should be very sorry for the woman who became your wife. Mr. Rochford." said Madge, turning as she spoke to retrace her steps to where she had left Phil. Rochford laughed. Oh, you know, I'm not so bad after all. If I ever do marry I shall love my wife, and so I suppose she'll be fairly happy and have a good time. Which way are you going? May I walk with you?" My brother is sitting just down there. so I think I'll join him and say good-bye," said Madge. Good night, we may meet again; I think I shall be here till the end of the week." Raising his hat, Kent Roohford went towards the little town that was twinkling with lights in the creeping twilight, while Madge hastened to where Phil was seated absorbed in thought. She told him of her meeting with Mr. Rochford, and of her surprise at seeing him there. You don't like this man, Madge," said Phil. "I hate him!" she exolaimed vehemently. "There is something so brutal, so strong, so masterful about him. I never think of him save with a whip in his hand the lash seems typical of him. I think he could be terribly cruel; in- deed, I know that he is." "Perhaps you exaggerate his defects; you know you are apt to. if you dislike a person, just as you also idealise, you know, little sister. But come, we ought to be turning in, I suppose, or Sybil will think us unsooiable. She hates ooming out after dinner, she says; there is nothing to do--no band, no niggers. We thank God there are not, don't wo Madge? I say, I'm going to try bathing to-morrow it isn't, likely that I shall always suffer from those sudden fits of cramp." Oh, don't, Phil. I shall be so nervous about you." said Madge. Nonsense! I'm stronger now, you know, and less likely to get upset. I must have a dip, it looks so delicious," replied her brother. But not before breakfast." We'll see. I don't care for the bother of it afterwards, and there'll be such a rush on the machines." "Then I'll go too." | But they don't allow mixed bathing here. I won't go beyond my depth, so don't be frightened, I shall be all right," said Phil. All the same, I wish you wouldn't." Madge said, and with the dread of anything happening there was little rest for her that night. As a boy Phil had always caught cramp if he attempted to bathe in sea water, and in conse- quence had had to give it up, as once or twice he had narrowly escaped drowning; so Madge had reason to be nervous, especially knowing what a good swimmer her brother was, and that he was apt to forget danger and strike out further than he ought, and so get beyond his depth. Poor Madge tossed and turned, and fell into short snatches of uneasy sleep, waking w:th a start and a fear that it was already morning, and Phil had gone to bathe but it was only the breaking of the day and the stealing of a grey dawn through the chinks of her window curtains. Her last sleep was longer and m.r sound, for she was wearied and her eyes ached; so that when she did awake the full flood of sunshine was pouring into her room and a clock on the landing was striking eight. With the first opening of her eyes she did not recall her fears, and turned to bury her head again in the pillows and have another slumber; but with the movement came the recollection of Phil's intention, and in a second she had thrown off the bedclothes and jumped out of bed. His room was on the same floor as her. own. and only a little way down the passage, so, throwing on her dressing-gown, not waiting to dress her- self properly, she opened her door and ran quickly along the corridor to her brother's room. At her tap on the door. not receiving any response, she turned the handle and went in. The fresh air. with a whiff of the sea, greeted her, for the window was wide open and the bed empty. Rushing back to her room she hnrried into her clothes, and pinning on her sailor hat flew down the stairs and out of the hotel. There were several people congregated in the porch, who started in surprise at the girl as she darted past them and down the gangway leading to the shore. She had a presentiment of coming evil, and it was growing bigger, wrapping her round with fear. Oh, if anything happened to Phil, what would she do! He was everything to her: even Chris was forgotten, for her brother came first and her lover second. She stood for a moment pausing for breath half-way down the steep descent, and shading her eyes gazed seawards to where a few bathing machines were pulied down to the water's edge. There seemed to be some disturbance going on fishermen were calling to each ot'ner in voices of alarm. She heard the word "Help!" and then saw a boat, dragged down, and some men leap in and row with swift strokes cut to sea. (To be continued.)

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