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William Heath, Hotel, New York City, U.S.A." It was post-marked at Heathdale. The handwriting was familiar, and she knew well enough that Sir William Heath had penned it. "Mrs. William Heath!" she said, reading the name aloud. "He does not address you as Lady Heath, which is your proper title if you are his wife."
No, he had written letter after letter to his mother and sister at least he had spoken of so doing, though she had never read them telling of their marriage, and speaking of their return to Heathdale.
I feared there had been some nonsense when William was in America for I came across the photograph of the loveliest face I ever saw, one day, while looking over and arranging his wardrobe after his return. But the old saying proves true 'All's well that ends well, and I trust there is a brilliant future for the master of Heathdale." There was more pertaining to family matters, which Mrs.
Oh, why is there not a steamer ready to sail this instant? I believe I shall go mad with this delay!" cried the baronet, in an agony of fear and suspense. But he had to wait until Saturday in spite of his suffering though he had not even gone from Heathdale two hours when Lady Linton received a letter bearing the United States postmark. Of course it was from Mrs.
It may take time to accomplish all this, but, mark me, Mrs. Farnum, and tell your 'proud, unimpeachable family' at Heathdale so, if you choose, it shall be accomplished." "Then of course you will not be able to sail immediately for England as you at first proposed to do," returned Mrs.
It had been the cherished dream of years, while almost from childhood Sadie had been foolishly taught to regard Heathdale as her future home, and to look upon Sir William as her promised husband; thus the disappointment had been a terrible one to them all when they learned that the baronet had married a "nobody" from the hated and disloyal country that had rebelled against its rightful sovereign.
My whole future must be devoted to the preparation of my child for the position which she will occupy by and by, for I am determined that she shall be acknowledged the rightful heir to Heathdale," Virgie concluded, firmly. "How about the wrong which this other woman and her children will suffer in that case?" asked the publisher.
She cast one look of scorn upon the man before her, then said, with a calmness that was born of despair: "Sir, I still assert, in the face of all that you have just said, that I am the wife of Mr. yes, of Sir William Heath, of Heathdale, Hampshire County, England and some day it will be in my power to prove to you the truth of my words; but I have no wish to occasion you either trouble or loss, so I will go away; to-morrow morning."
Long weeks of watching and anxiety followed weeks during which Lady Linton began to fear that she was paying dearly for her plotting and treachery, even though her son might become the master of Heathdale in the event of her brother's death. But he did not die. His constitution was naturally rugged, and by the end of winter, after many alternations of hope and fear, he slowly began to rally.
Miss Farnum returned, volubly, as she pulled away the lace frill from the small face to get a better view of the young heiress of Heathdale. "What is its name?" she asked, after contemplating her in silence for a moment. "Virginia May Heath," the woman replied, thinking the young lady very gracious. "Oh, how pretty! I suppose she will be called 'May. She looks just like a little May blossom."
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