Guy Kenmore's Wife and The Rose and the Lily

d the flowers in the garden, and sent a gust of exquisite perfume through the windows. In the stillness Elaine mo

ng glance and looked at Mr. Kenmore

rth had died out from his dark eyes

, gravely. "Do not condemn her before you kno

ine's face, and saw how terribly she suffered beneath the fiery lash of her daughter's scorn, but

he said, almost sullenly. "What

with a wistful gaze at the obstinate girl. "You, too, Mr. Kenmore. Y

veness, unconscious that while she sat there his arm lay lightly but firmly around her waist, gently detaining her. She was conscious of not

ands locked convulsively in her lap. When she

d need never know her mother's secret! Ah, I might ha

in a sort of unwilling fascination

nly yesterday that I was a pretty, willful, loving child, such as Irene was until to-night. Ah,

onate gesture of l

, sadly. "The greatest temptation of woman h

corn of that master-passion whose fire

sion first came to me I was a younger girl than you, Irene, and just as willful and heads

ike a leaf in the wind,

at the first of the mid-winter term. I sang one or two solos, and it was then and

bell-like voice, "but I should hesitate to call that feeling wh

her golden

ene, if you had seen and heard him you would have believed his vows, too-you woul

. There are more opportunities for such things than you would guess at the average boarding-school, Mr. Kenmore," she said, turning her blushing face upon him for a moment

d," Mr. Kenmore

s mapped out for me. But first I was to become a perfect prodigy of learning and accomplishments. At sixteen, when I was to finish the course at t

position comparatively. A marriage of convenience was arranged for him, and he was forbidden to think of another. Madly in love with each oth

e echoed, with

ent to a luxurious boarding-house where six months passed in a dream of perfect happiness. My husband remained the same fond, faithful lover he had been from the first day we met until the fatef

ng eyes upon her, she soon stemmed t

to his father and ask pardon and help. We were both young, and having been reared in the e

Kenmore utter

pity and surprise. My God! I had been deceived by a mock marriage. He whom I loved so dearly, whom I believed my husband, ha

In my extremity and despair I wrote to him. He came, the dear father I had deser

you were born, my poor wronged Irene. When we came home mamma claimed my child for her own, and by her stern command I took my place in society and played my part as calmly as if

er. She had dropped her face in her small white hands. Gu

of her," he thought. "She has more

turned t

he said. "The fault is not yours, save th

nd I have been most terribly punished

deceived by your husband's father? Such thin

th the marriage of his son to the wealthy heiress whom his family had chosen f

worthy the name of man. He deserv

pale as death. She sighed h

rang to her feet,

e cried, wildl

y would you know i

ne blazed out. "That I may puni

nce belongs to Heaven," s

d to me," cried Irene

ou, dear," wept

Bertha," flashed

h never to reveal that fat

stern and pale. She glanced scornfully

. The poor girl was driven mad by her wrongs. If Irene had remained away from the ball to-nig

flaring cap-ruffles, inside the

!" she cried, and wrung her p

Speak!" cried her

ter down on the shore-oh, oh, they told me to break it

ly down the broad, moon-lighted hall, to the old-fashion

the woman and shook h

Faith? What of your master?" sh

er side, and looked at he

what is it

k it gently," whimper

by keenest agony, wild with futile despair, cam

papa! Oh, my God,