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Soon Made Their Way Without Difficulty,  Or

Exciting The Notice Of The Insurgents,  Through The Subterraneous Passage

Before Alluded To Into The Fort,  And The Whole Party Were Soon Ensconced

Within The Ruins Of The Old Palace,  Without The Garrison Having The

Least Idea Of Their Presence In That Quarter. On Gaining This Position,

The Signal Agreed On,  A Blue Light,  Was Burned For One Minute,  Then The

Whole Force In Camp Turned Out,  And A Demonstration Was Made From Every

Available Cannon And Musket,  As If The Storming Of The Fort Had

Commenced In Earnest. The Consternation Of The Mutineers At Finding

Themselves So Suddenly Attacked Was Very Great,  And Imagine Their Dismay

On Rushing To The Walls,  To Find The Ramparts Lined With Our Men. Unable

To Account Their Appearance There,  And Believing Treachery To Be At Work

Among Themselves,  And That The Gates Had Been Opened To Admit The Foe,

Threw Down Their Arms And Surrendered At Discretion.

 

Search Was Immediately Made For The Begum,  And While Looking For This

Mutiness Princess In One Of Her Apartments,  Carlton Took Up From A

Teapoy Or Dressing Table,  A Small But Curiously Carved Steel Casket.

Supposing It To Contain Cosmetics,  Or What Was More Probable,  Chinaum

And Beetle Nut,  Hurriedly Slipped It Into His Sabretache; But Not

Succeeding In Finding The Begum,  Who Had Evaded The Pursuit,  Arthur,

With His Dragoons,  Returned To Camp. The Same Evening The Three Villains

Already Condemned Were Executed.

 

But The Youth Who Had Acted As Guide Was Permitted To Escape,  Which He

Lost No Time In Doing. The Little Force Was Then Broken Up,  And The

Troop Composing It Sent Back To Their Respective Corps,  While Our Hero

And His Dragoons Joined Their Regiment,  And With It Saw A Great Deal Of

Hard Fighting And Rough Service,  And On More Than One Occasion His

Dashing Conduct Had Been Brought To The Notice Of The Indian Government.

 

The Return Of The Troop From Persia,  And The Efficient Manner In Which

The Brigades Under Sir Hugh Rose,  Havelock,  Mitchell,  Whitlock And

Others Were Handled,  Proved Too Much For The Mutineers,  And After An

Obstinate Contest Which Lasted Over Two Years,  During Which Time A Heavy

Loss Of Life Had Been Sustained On Both Sides,  The Rebellious Native

Troops Were Beaten At All Points,  And Law And Order Once More Restored

Throughout The Country.

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Horace,  On Reaching London,  Had Taken A House On Berkly Square. Old Mr.

And Mrs. Barton Having Died Some Two Years Previous,  As Already Stated,

And The Willows In Devonshire Had Been Let. He Found His Sister,  Mrs.

Ashburnham,  Still Living On Cavendish Square,  And Emily Residing With

Her Aunt In Harley Street. Tom And His Bride Were Still Travelling On

The Continent. Mr. And Mrs. Barton Therefore Determined To Remain In

Town Until The Lease,  For Which The Country Seat Had Been Let,  Should

Expire,  Which Would Take Place About The Month Of August In The

Following Year; And Thus It Was That The People Of Vellenaux Knew

Nothing Of Their Return To England. Fond Of Gaiety And Fashionable Life,

Mrs. Barton Determined To Make Up For Time Lost During Their Sojourn In

The Goozeratte,  By Being Very Gay,  Attending Balls,  Parties And Operas,

And Not Unfrequently Giving Stylish Entertainments At Her House At

Berkly Square,  In All Of Which Edith Participated,  As Her Kind Friend

Would Go No Where And Do Nothing Without Her,  And Thus She Passed Her

First Season In London. In The Spring Of The Year She Received The

Welcome Intelligence That Arthur Had Been Promoted To A Troop,  And That

If He Could Manage To Obtain Leave Of Absence,  He Would Be In England

Early In Summer To Claim His Bride.

 

"Well,  My Dear," Said Mrs. Barton,  A Few Days Subsequent To The Receipt

Of The Letter,  "Horace,  Dear Old Fellow,  Has Arranged Everything Nicely

For You. He Has Still Some Interest With The Authorities. He Has Been To

The India Office. Arthur Is To Have Eighteen Months Leave Of Absence,

And Before The Expiration Of That Time His Regiment Will Be Ordered

Home; So You See,  My Dear,  We Shall Be Able To See A Great Deal Of Each

Other. After You Are Married You Will,  Of Course,  Remain With Us Until

It Is Time For Arthur To Rejoin His Regiment." Edith Felt Very Grateful

To Her Kind Friends For All They Had Done To Further Her Happiness,  And

Looked Forward To The Time When She Should Meet Her Affianced Husband

With Intense Satisfaction And Delight. She Would Not Now Be Called Upon

To Return To India,  To Which Country She Had A Strong Aversion; And Well

She Might,  For Her Residence There,  With The Exception Of Her Episodes

Of Pleasure Derived From The Society Of Arthur,  Had Indeed Been Very

Trying.

 

It Was Summer,  Bright,  Glorious,  Balmy Summer. The Birds Sang And

Chirped Among The Green Leaves,  And Wood Pigeons Cooed In The Hollow

Trunks Of The Trees,  Beneath Whose Outspreading Branches,  Little

Four-Footed Creatures Gamboled And Made Merry Among The Soft Feathery

Grasses That Grew In The Fine Old Beech Woods Of Devon. It Was Pleasant

To Listen To The Cool,  Gurgling Sound Of The Brawling Brook,  Whose

Bright Waters Skipped,  Danced And Glittered,  As They Forced Their Way

Over The Pebbles And Other Impediments In Their Serpentine Course Along

The Shady Dell That Skirted The Home Park,  Wherein,  Under The Venerable

Oaks,  The Red And Fallow Deer Rested,  Dreamily Sniffing The Delicious

Fragrance That Pervaded The Air,  Borne Upon The Light Summer Wind From

The Rich Parterre Which Stretched The Entire Length Of The South Wing At

Vellenaux.

 

In A Large Octagon-Shaped Apartment That Had Been Fitted Up As A

Library,  The Most Pleasing Feature Of Which Was Its Southern Aspect,

Were Seated _Tete A Tete_ Two Personages,  Who Figured Somewhat

Conspicuously In The Early Part Of Our Story,  These Were Mrs. Fraudhurst

And Sir Ralph Coleman. They Had Met Here At The Request Of The Baronet,

For Sir Ralph And The Widow Rarely Met Except By Appointment Or At The

Dinner Table.

 

Time Had Dealt Kindly With The Lady,  And What Was Deficient By Nature

Was Supplied By Art,  For She Was One Of Those Who Always Paid The Most

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Scrupulous Attention To Their Toilette. If We Were To Describe Her As

Fat,  Fair,  And Forty,  We Should Certainly Wrong Her. Fair And Forty She

Undoubtedly Was,  But Fat She Certainly Was Not. There Was A Slight

Tendency To Embonpoint,  But This Was Relieved By Her Tall And Not

Ungraceful Figure. She Was What Might Be Termed A Decidedly Handsome

Woman. The Corpulent Lawyer Had Subsided Into The Sleek,

Well-Conditioned Country Gentleman. But There Was At Times A Certain

Restlessness Of The Eye,  And A Nervous Twitching At The Corners Of The

Mouth,  Which,  To A Keen Observer,  Would Indicate That He Was Not Always

The Quiet,  Self-Possessed Person That He Would Have His Neighbors To

Believe. The Business On Which They Had Met Had Been Interrupted By The

Entrance Of A Servant With A Note To Sir Ralph,  But,  On His Leaving The

Room,  The Conversation Was Resumed By Mrs. Fraudhurst Saying:

 

"I Would Much Rather,  Sir Ralph,  That This Subject Be Now Discontinued,

And Never Again Reverted To. The Papers To Which You Allude Are

Perfectly Safe In My Hands,  And I Do Not See That Any Good Could Accrue

By My Transferring Them To You,  Certainly None To Myself,  And It Might

Militate Against Me; For The Great Anxiety You Evince To Get Possession

Of The Documents Leads Me To Believe That You Have Some Particular

Object In View,  Something Which Does Not Appear Or,  The Surface,  And

Which You Desire Should Not Come To My Knowledge."

 

"But,  My Dear Madam,  You Surely Do Not Imagine That I Have Any Other

Motive In Requesting You To Hand Over To My Safe Keeping The Deed In

Question Than A Natural Desire To Be Quite Certain That Our Mutual

Interests Should Not Be Imperilled By Any Accidental Circumstance That

Might Disclose The Existence Of Any Such Document."

 

The Lady Looked Steadily At Him For A Few Seconds,  Then In A Clear

Distinct,  And Deliberate Tone,  Said,  "For The Last Seven Years The Will

Of The Late Baronet Has Been In My Possession,  During Which,  Time You,

Sir Ralph,  Have Made Frequent Attempts To Obtain It From Me,  Sometimes

On One Pretence,  Then On Another. Were I To Agree To Your Request,  What

Security Have I That You,  Who Have Acted So Vile A Part Against Miss

Effingham,  Would Not Act As Treacherously Towards Me,  Were I Once In

Your Power? While I Possess That Document,  I Hold My Position Here,  And

Can Thus Keep You At Bay. And Think You That I Will Thus Surrender My

Advantage To Please The Idle Fancy Of A Man Who Would Not Hesitate To

Stoop To Perform Any Act However Dastardly,  So That He Could Effectually

Escape The Penalty Of A Crime He Was Ready To Profit By,  But Cowardly

Enough To Shrink From The Consequences It Entailed? You Say That Our

Interest In This Affair Is Mutual,--It Is Not So,  And You Know It. You

Gain Nineteen Thousand A Year,  I Only One. Again,  Should The Will By Any

Mischance Be Found In My Possession,  Who Would Believe My Statement

That You Were A Party Concerned In The Abstraction Of The Said Deed,  You

Would Deny All Knowledge Of The Transaction And My Unsupported Evidence

Could Not Commit You. Of Course You Would Lose The Estate; But What

Would My Condition Be Then. No! I Have Everything At Stake--You,

Comparatively Nothing. I Will Not Accede To So Absurd A Proposition."

There Was A Short Pause,  The Widow Resumed Her Embroidery With An Air Of

Apparent Indifference. The Baronet Sat Abstractedly Gazing Out Of The

Window,  Evidently Turning Over Something In His Mind. As She Had Stated

He Had Tried To Wheedle Her Out Of The Papers,  But She Had Hitherto,  By

Great Tact,  Adroitly Managed To Shift The Conversation To Some Other

Subject,  In A Quiet And Playful Manner. He Was Therefore Not Prepared

For This Vehement Outburst; She Had Not Only Refused To Comply With His

Demand,  But Taunted Him With Stinging Words For His Pusillanimous

Conduct. He Knew Her Great Ambition,  And That The Sole Object Of Her

Life Was To Become Mistress Of Vellenaux,  And To Gain This She Would

Risk Everything. It Was Her Weak Point,  The Only Vulnerable Part He

Could Attack With Any Hope Of Success. He Had For Months Pondered Over

This; It Had This Advantage,  It Is True,  He Thought A Marriage Would

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