Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 125: what you’re looking at

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Pa EVERET MAPLESON RETURNS TO VUE DE L’EAU. 121 **Mother related something of their history tome. But you have not answered my question.” ‘“Yes, there was another family of Dales; at least, there was a widow, and her daughter, who lived in a cot- tage not far from Vue de Eau, a good many years ago. They came here ina very destitute condition, after Mr. Henry Dale’s death, and supported themselves by teach- ing and-sewing.” “And yet this old hermit, Robert Dale, had plenty, and let them toil for the necessities of life,” said Everet, in- dignantly. “They were-his own brother’s wife and child, too; but——” began Colonel Mapleson, musingly, while he seemed to be busy with some memory of the past. “Well, mother told me they were bittef enemies. What was the cause of it?” asked the young 7 eagerly. ‘‘Robert and Henry Dale both loved the same woman _ when they were young men. Henry won her, and Robert hated him ever afterward; that is the secret of his lead- ing such a singular life, I suppose,” explained his father. Everet flushed. He was thinking of two other young men who loved the samc woman, one of whom hated the other for having won, where he had failed. “What became of the two women?” he asked, wishing -tohear his father’s version of Annie Dale’s disappear- ance. ‘“‘Mrs. Dale died many years ago, and the daughter, I believe, went somewhere to be a governess. Bunt, gra- cious! Everet, it is nearly ten o’clock !” suddenly inter- jected Cvulonel Mapleson, looking at his watch in sur- prise, ‘‘and I promised to meet Major Winterton in town, at a quarter before eleven, to look af his sorrel mare. I am talking of buying her for a saddle horse. I must be off at once. Will you come with me?” “Thanks, no. I think I will lounge about home for to- day,” the young man replied, but feeling somewhat dis- appointed at having their conversation so abruptly termi- nated. Colonel Mapleson bade his son good-morning, and hur- | ried from the room to order his horse, while Everet sat _musing upon what he had leariued, and wondering what his next step would be to ascertain what Annie Dale’s fate had been, after going to Richmond to seek her for- tune, ( iDoo S =) i (6) (E(@)