Lady Evelyn — page 110: what you’re looking at

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~ Mother and Daughter. Ba oes da ped in he its fatty mirrors, framed in Dresden; its gemmed vases, filled with rarest flowers; its crystal ca- _rafes of. perfume; its wondrous beauties, smiling down from the rose-tinted walls; its exquisite statuettes, agleam in the silvery wax-light—all were perfect of their kind, and fitted up a chamber for a queen. Lady Clontarf, wrapped in a gold-tinted neglivee of softest Indian texture, her long, shining hair unbound, lay and gazed with dark, brooding eyes into the crimson heart of the fire. Outside the rain beat and the wind blew, the tossing trees in the park moaned wearily, and the solemn voice of the mighty, ceaseless sea came borne to her fitfully in the lull of the gale. The last day of September was ending in a wild night. The great house was very still. Its inmates had gone to their rooms to dress for dinner. The little silver- voiced ormolu clock above her-head pointed its golden hands to eight as she glanced up. “She surely must have returned long ago,” she thought, a little uneasily. “Strange she did not come to see me at once!” As the thought crossed her mind, there came a soft tap on the panel, followed by a sweet, young voice. “Tt 1s I, mamma. May I come in?” “Come in, my darling,” _Lady Clontarf answered. “I have been waiting for you.’ The door opened, and her daughter, the Lady Evelyn, stood before her. In her dinner-dress of white silk and misty laces, a coronal of scarlet camellias crowning the rich abundance of blue- black hair, the lofty grace of the regal form, the brilliant light in the violet eyes—ah, not one of the lauded beauties, beaming down from the draped walls, was one whit lovelier than the Rose of Cas- tile. “My Evelyn!” her mother aise rert fondly. “T have feared for you, my darling. They told me you had missed your way and got lost.” } “Foolish mamma !’’—the radiant beauty bent to kiss the pale, sweet. face so like her own—“they should not have told you. I did lose my way—was attacked by a brigand —saved by a gallant cavalier—overtaken by a violent | storm renettered i ina syPsy came and told my future by na SS mre is Sip re a LU. <a eR comicbool ‘s.com | <% ee, ar: : Ne Lote Ns cy, AP, . % ; 2 :’ ny (the a! ed xe A ash, oa s . ? ‘ .