Lady Evelyn — page 169: what you’re looking at

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oY ‘162 Mae Mignonnette’s Secret. never Haan ed of Way er the Hott she hey left Hien Ue had never searched for her, very likely. What did he. Puecare tor her or her child—whether they lived or died? She went back to Toronto, to find her father and mother dead years before, and her husband gone, no one knew whither, immediately after their death. “That blow killed her. Three days after she died in her daughter’s arms.’ The soft, low, Frénch-accented voice of Mignonnette paused stiddenly. It had grown quite dark, the lichts eleamed up and down the long hospital wards. With the last words she arose to go. “Tt is time I was at the theater, Mike,” she said, in a totally different tone, pulling out a tiny watch. “See how we waste time telling stories! [I must leave you to-night, and I wish youa sound night’s rest. To-morrow, early, I _ will be back to write the letter to your mother in Ireland.” “But, mam’selle,” the sick patient gasped, eagerly, “for heaven’s sake, stay a moment! Was your Robert Drum- mond Lord Roderick Desmond ?” The little actress laughed—the same strange laugh as before her story. “He wasn't mine, Mike. I'd be sorry to own him. And he wasn't your Lord Roderick, of course. ‘The Robert Drummond of my story was a cold-blooded ingrate and villain, whom I hate—whom I—hate!” slowly, ‘and with clenched teeth, “while your young lord was a sort of Irish archangel. He would never break a loving wife’s heart by dness: and cruelty, and neglect, would he?” TONG.” paid Mike Muldoon, resolutely ; “he would not. But, from all you’ve said, [ll be hartged if I don’t think by the fault was the woman’s, from first to last! She was no better than she ought to be. That’s my _ opinion, mam selle, beeging your pardon, if she was any friend of yours. She made him marry her,- whether he would er nc any we~rn alike at the dickens befcre * they'd do that with me! She didn’t ask for love hefore- _ and, so she had no right to raise the deuce about it _ after. And you say he was always civil and kind to her, and still she ran away from him, without rhyme or reason. Oh, bedad, Miss Minnette, your Mrs. Drummond was a $7? _ fool—no more nor less! No kaeved S ee tats unshed with angi impatience, com . a : % a ve ms SHOOK KS. om < . VT) - P ‘ ge , A 7 if va < “* ; f An! J : , a4 he : Nee ‘ VW .Aro ae 2 *, AK ~ de) gt . the b exkt > ‘fe A ieee A te A F ’ wn ga et Oey ry 4a BAe fot : wpb? Whadie ys an gS [Mee ei a et a a 4 i Ngee ¥ , L Oa of 2 eh) ei: PRN rin AS ar S be NORE (eB Oita ey oT | AVE ONY ale © hag Arie ical Ue Per By aD AR Oe be ie sft’ ihe Ae ie ava Hil ee ‘on et ra) RN teh ty ¥.