The Argosy — page 342: what you’re looking at

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322 The Master of Greylands. thony Castlemaine. His wife if he were still living ; his widow if he were dead. That he was dead, hearing all she had heard, no doubt could exist in her mind; no hope of the contrary, not the faintest shadow of it, could enter her heart. She had come all this long journey in search of her husband, fearing some vague treachery ; she had arrived fo find that treachery of the deepest dye had only too probably put him out of sight for ever. When the father, Basil Castlemaine, was on his death-bed, she had heard the charge he gave to Anthony, to come over to England and put in the claim to his nghtful inheritance ; she had heard the warning of possible treachery that had accompanied it. Basil died. And when Anthony, in obedience to his father's last injunctions, was making ready for the journey to England, his wife recalled the warning to him. He laughed at her. He answered jok- ingly: saying that if he never returned to France she might come off to see the reason and whether he was still in the land of the living. Ah! how many a word spoken in jest would, if we might read the future, bear a solemn méaning! That was one. Anthony Castlemaine departed on his mission, leaving his wife and little child in their home at Gap. The first letter she received from him told her of his arrival at Greylands, and that he had put up at the Dolphin Inn. It intimated that he might not find his course a very smooth one, and that his Uncle James was in possession of Greylands’ Rest. Some days further on she received a second letter from him ; and following closely upon it, by the next post in fact; a third. Both these letters bore the same date. The first of them stated that he was not advancing at all; that all kinds of impediments were being placed in his way by his uncles ; they appeared resolved to keep him out of the estate, refusing even to show him how it was left; and it ended with an expressed conviction that his Uncle James was usurping it. The last letter told her that since posting the other letter earlier in the day, he had seen his Uncle James ; that the interview, which had taken place in a meadow, was a stormy one, his uncle even having tried to strike him: that he really did not know what to be at, but had resolved to try for one more conference before proceeding to take legal measures, and that he-should certainly write to her again in the course of a day or two to tell her whether matters progressed or whether they did not. In this last letter there ran a vein of sadness, very perceptible to the wife. She thought her husband must have been in very bad spirits when he wrote it: and she anxiously looked for the further news promised. It never came. No subsequent letter ever reached her. After waiting some days, she wrote to her husband at the Dolphin Inn, but she got no answer. She wrote again, and with the like result.: Then, feeling trangely uneasy, not knowing how to get tidings of him strangely y; g g g , or to wh m to _ MUUCGLE (C(O)