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There were a few low-murmured words spoken to John Brooks. There was a moment of silence, broken by her uncle John's voice. For several moments he talked rapidly and earnestly, interrupted now and then by an exclamation of surprise from the master of Whitestone Hall. Every word John Brooks uttered pierced Daisy's heart like an arrow. She uttered a little, sharp cry, but no one heard her.
"A splendid morsel for the gossips to whisper over. The very refined and exclusive heiress of Whitestone Hall connives to remove an innocent rival from her path, by providing money for her to be sent off secretly to boarding-school, from which she is to be abducted and confined in a mad-house. Your numerous letters give full instructions; it would be useless to deny these accusations.
She held out her arms toward the blazing lights that shone in the distance from Whitestone Hall, with a yearning, passionate cry. Surely, hers was the saddest fate that had ever fallen to the lot of a young girl. A great thrill of joy filled her heart, that she was able to prevent the marriage.
She was to sew on a ball dress while the heiress of Whitestone Hall was consoling her young husband in his bitter sorrow? The shimmering billows of silk seemed swimming before her eyes, and the frost-work of seed-pearls to waver through the blinding tears that would force themselves to her eyes. Eve was not there. How pitifully lonely poor Daisy felt!
There was such hopeless woe upon it indeed one might have almost supposed, by the expression of his face, he was waiting for his death-sentence to be pronounced instead of a marriage ceremony, which was to give him the queenly heiress of Whitestone Hall for a bride." "Perhaps there is some hidden romance in the life of handsome Rex the world does not know of," suggested Grace, sagely.
Stanwick has been to me." The three sisters looked at one another in silent wonder over the rims of their spectacles and shook their heads ominously. Dear reader, we must return at this period to Rex poor, broken-hearted Rex whom we left in the company of Pluma Hurlhurst in the spacious parlor of Whitestone Hall. "Daisy Brooks is at this moment with Lester Stanwick!
"I was not at the door an hour ago," replied the woman, coolly; "it must have been some one else. I have been here to Whitestone Hall several times before, but you have always eluded me. You shall not do so to-night. You shall listen to what I have come to say to you."
"What have you done?" he cried, hoarsely. "Why, I left you at Whitestone Hall, feeling secure in the belief that I had won you. Returning suddenly and unexpectedly, I found you had gone to Florida, to the home of Rex Lyon. Do you know what I would have done, Pluma, if I had found you his wife and false to your trust?" "You forget yourself, Lester," she said; "gentlemen never threaten women."
I dare say you will never attempt to offend her a second time." "Indeed, Aunt Septima, I never dreamed it was so late," cried conscious Daisy. "I was watching the sun rise over the cotton-fields, and watching the dewdrops glittering on the corn, thinking of the beautiful heiress of Whitestone Hall. I am so sorry I forgot about the dresses."
Rex was obliged to content himself with snatching a hasty kiss from the rosy lips. The next moment he was alone. He walked slowly back through the tangled brushwood not to Whitestone Hall, but to an adjoining hostelry feeling as though he were in a new world. True, it was hard to be separated from his little child-bride.
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