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I will call her. She shall tell you so herself. Daisy Mrs. Stanwick come here, dear," she called. "I am coming, Miss Ruth," answered a sweet, bird-like voice, which pierced poor Rex's heart to the very core as a girlish little figure bounded through the open door-way, out into the brilliant sunshine. "God pity me!" cried Rex, staggering forward. "It is Daisy my wife!" Rex had hoped against hope.
"Will not money purchase your silence?" she said, with a deep-drawn breath. "I do not plead with you for mercy or compassion," she said, haughtily. Lester Stanwick laughed a mocking laugh. "Do not mistake me, Miss Pluma," he said, making no attempt at love-making; "I prefer to wrest you from Rex Lyon. I have contemplated with intense satisfaction the blow to his pride.
We met at Whitestone Hall, on the night of the lawn fête, and my name is Lester Stanwick." Ah, she did remember him, standing beneath a waving palm-tree, his bold, dark eyes following her every motion, while she was waltzing with Rex. He saw the flash of recognition in her eyes, and the blush that mantled her fair, sweet face. "I am very grateful to you, sir, for saving me.
"Martin Eckles was killed yesterday; shot out of the buggy." She grew pale, her breast rose in a sudden gasp and her hands were clenched. "Oh!" she whispered, horrified. But there was nothing in her manner beyond the natural detestation of such brutality; nothing, he saw, hidden. "He wanted me to go away with him," she swept on; "and get married in Stanwick. Martin wanted me to see the world.
The Canon of Stanwick was ex officio Ruler of the Choir, whence his obligation to reside in Ripon in spite of the remoteness of his prebend, which was served by a vicar. The revenues of the church may be divided as usual under three heads. There was a Common Fund, arising from certain rents, tithes, fees, and oblations; a survival perhaps of a time when the Canons lived in common.
Perhaps Pluma had never suffered more suspense in all her life than was crowded into those few moments. Had he seen Lester Stanwick? Had he come to denounce her for her treachery, in his proud, clear voice, and declare the marriage broken off? She dared not step forward to greet him, lest the piercing glance of his eyes would cause her to fall fainting at his feet.
"What mercy or pity did you feel in thrusting poor little Daisy Brooks from his path?" asked Stanwick, sarcastically. "Your love has led you through dangerous paths. I should call it certainly a most perilous love." She recoiled from him with a low cry, those words again still ringing in her ears, "A perilous love."
Suddenly she remembered Rex had left her she was never to look upon his face again. He had left her to the cold mercies of a cruel world. Poor little Daisy the unhappy, heart-broken girl-bride sat there wondering what else could happen to her. "God has shut me out from His mercy," she cried; "there is nothing for me to do but to die." "I am a desperate man, Daisy," pursued Stanwick, slowly.
We must, at least, put off the visit, my dear, until you have set yourself right with Captain Stanwick." I began to feel a little alarmed, but I was too obstinate to yield without a struggle. "Give me time to think over it," I said. "To write an excuse seems like acknowledging the Captain's authority. Let us wait till to-morrow morning."
Day followed day; and, ridiculous as it may appear, I could not decide which of my two admirers I liked best! Captain Stanwick was, at first, the man of my choice. While he kept his temper under control, h e charmed me. But when he let it escape him, he sometimes disappointed, sometimes irritated me.
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