Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 34: what you’re looking at

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28° Robert Hawksley. his: nieee away. and you became an exile? Ang aow yor 0 9 « t | are going back-——may I ask-—why ¢ I. “lo claim ay wife, im spite of hivi—+#0 fetch ler t America, 1f she will come. I ean give her a homc there—- not such as she has been accustomed to, but if she loves me 4 as she did, she will be happier with me in a cottage than | sh without me in a palace.” eu “If!” Lord Montalien repeated, half cynically, half sadly, 9!" “ii she leves you as she did, Robert Hawksley. And she has @!° had two years to forget you! Well, well. She is your wife; 9!” I will not say a word, and I hope-—yes, my lad, I hope you ast will find her an exeeption to her sex, and true, and tendér, 7% he _ and ready to fly with you to the uttermost ends of the earth. | the Sut; remember this, my boy,” his hand fell kindly on tne | young man’s shoulder—‘“if you ever need a friend, and | the tan help you, come to me. I never forget any one whom [ @&° once tancy, and I fancy you. Come to me, and command @ ? me in any way you please.” . 3 bri He gave him a ecard, with his title, and “Montalien Priory, 3°" Lineolnshire, and Gaunt street, London,” engraved upon it, a wh an‘{ sauntered away. 4 tha Karly next day the passengers of the Land of Columbia @& were safely in Liverpool. Lord Montalien shook hands with #PT¢ | Robert Hawksley on the quay, without one tinge of con- 9'"8 descension or patronage. q of “Remember, Hawksley, if I can ever be of service to you, 3 4 come to me. I will help you if I can.’ quit And Mr. Hawksley had said, “Thank yca, my lord; J will 4 not Lil remember.” And so they had parted, and how was either to Gy 4 dream that that promise involved the future lives of the two ; dearest to them both? one There was an hour to spare before the train by which the ie young man meant to travel to London would start. He 3 "© turned into a coffeehouse, ordered his breakfast, and while | aL he waited, took up a greasy paper, lying on’the table. It | We was'a copy of the London Morning Post three days old, but 4 °"‘ the returned Englishman, to whom English papers were as 74 dia rare as angels’ visits, read it with avidity. He was reading 93° "" the fashionable intelligence, who were party-going, party. @. ; giving, who was presented at the last drawing-room, who 7] Aw: were being married, and to whom. And in this list he came -°’ upon the following paragraph: E hes re 6 “The marriage of Sir Vane Charteris, secretary of legutior = “V to Vienna, to Miss Olivia Lyndith, of Lyndith Court, Stat. 7% §o- fordshire, niece of Geoffrey Lyndith, Esq., so long postponed on account of the young lady’s ill-health, is positively fixed -- <nseg SS comicbooks.com