The Widowed Bride — page 190: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

™ THE WIDOWED BRIDE. | “smAOL CHAPTER XX V. CAPTAIN EVELYN’S FATE. Our story returns once more to Alice Percival, to whom the great mystery of every woman’s existence was being cradually unfolded. “My dear,” said the Reverend Mr. Eskett to his wife, one afternoon, as she sat sewing in the porch—‘‘my dear aM “Well?” Mrs. Eskett looked up briskly as she bit off the end of her thread. ‘Theresa, don’t you think Captain Evelyn admires our little governess very much?” “Of course he does,” said Mrs. Eskett, laughing; ‘‘it would not require any very marvelous amount of percep- tion to see that. All I can say, 1s that I admire his taste; she 13 the prettiest little creature I ever saw.’ — €Po you think there is any danger of his falling in love with her?’ asked Mr. Eskett, seriously. ‘‘My dear Ralph! as if he were not in love already! it’s past praying for.” “Then,” said the rector, beginning to walk up and down the por ch uneasily, ‘‘he must go away from here at once.’ “What for?” questioned Mrs. Eskett, in surprise. — “Don’t you see yourself, ‘Theresa? Lady Glenhampton’s son can’t marry our governess.” ‘“‘But why not, I should like to know, if he loves her, and she returns his feeling?” | “My dear, the idea is simply preposterous. She is of obscure origin, without a penny of fortune, and totally unaccustomed to the ways of the great world.” ‘But she is beautiful as an angel and good as a saint!” cried Mrs. Eskett, enthusiastically. ‘‘Ralph, Ralph! I did not think you could be so worldly!” - Tt ig not I that am worldly, my love; if he were a son of my own I could wish no better or sweeter wife for him than this Miss Percivai,” answered the rector of ‘Tregarvan. ‘But I know enough of the Countess of Glenhampton’s ambitious and scheming nature to be quite certain that she would never sanction such an affair as this.” (elo payiicel exeo) .<S €o mn