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Hilda's Rival

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Day
5
Month
March
Year
1880
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Public Domain
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Then you will not help hor?'' said Gooffrey Brsndon. Ililda Du Vere eurled her beautiful lip KornfuUy. lloro was a royal type of beauty, and it was do wmiJer men loved hor K madly. ( rnllrey Brandon oyod hor narrowly, and therc crept over his handsuuie lace a louk of'admiration, wliich the girl was not wow to pereeive, and the disdainful curve of her peneot lip rounded iuto a sunny smile, as slie ,-aid ' ' But why shouldwe quarrel about her, CoasinGeoifrey? Suffering or not, she it as haughty in her low position as ehe was when she was the mistress of half a million, and I do not care to encounter her insolent pride again, even at your special request, my lïiend. No doubt somc of her many admirers will assist her, so why shouli 1 trouble niyself ?" Ililda De Vere loved the noble man boforo her with all the power she pos of loviog anything bcyond hen-elf; and, had she known how her last cruel words struck to his heart, she would have left them unuttered. She saw she had ïn.ide a mistake when he said, coldly : "As you choose. I came toyou with her story of distress, for I thought you had a tender he,art, and I feit I had somc claiujs on my cousin's generosity when I was pleadiug the cause of bo old and (ried a friend of hers as Christine Verne. But I see my error, and will not detain you longer. " lie bowed, and was about to withdraw, but Ililda, with a mighty effort, curbed her rising anger, and, haetening alter hiui, she laid one exquisito hand on his arm, and iaid, pleadingly, with lovely oyes misty with tears : "You are angry with me, Geoffrey. What will becotne of me without your love and sympathy ?" Such a perfect picture as she made, with her blue velvet dress sweeping around her graorful form.and her beautiful face, likea grieved child's raised to nis.' She knew her power, and was not eurprised at the softening expreseion in his ejes, as he answered : " I am more gieved than angry, Ililda. You loved Christine Verne once, and were untiring in your offers of friendship when .-lie had but slight need of them. Now, when she is in poverty and disgrace, through no fault of her own, and you have in your power to aid her, you refus-e. Why will you not give her this position of goveriiess for your little sisters, when you know how noble and worthy she U '! Cousin Ililda, recqnsider your decisión, and lor my sake give her the aid that a truc wot:ian lias the right to expect froni another." Il is handsome eyes wore a look of earn "t pleading, which Ililda would have ibund it hard to resist, had lier sympathy been atked for any other perton than Chrwtine Verne. Hut, as it was, a hard, determined look settled over her face, obliierating all its lincs of soft beauty, as she listened to the thrill of tenderness in his voice. She had humbled herself to him, and this wis the rcsult - to hear him pload, with all the eloqnmm lie pogaewed, the causo of the one wouian she hatcd, the one rival sim Hand, and in whose downf'all she triumphed. " II' you force the truth from me, Geoffny, here it is ! I believe Christine Verne is as vilo as her miserable únele, whose name is now the talk of the town. I would no more have her in my house than 1 would the veriest vagabond in the street. If her story eo moves you with compassion, ' ' and her red lip cuvled intoa sneering smile, " why not go and ofter her the_ consolation of your love, and the shelter of your home? No doubt she would gladly accept both, as she has so long been trying her arte to win you !" " Muy God forgive you, Ililda, for your cruel, unjust words 1 Would that 1 were worthy of her love, or had a hope that she would lihten to me. 1 would go to hor this hour, and ask her to be my wife 1 Your beartMM words against her have oponed iny cyes, and now 1 know that she is the only woman I have ever loved. Goodbye!" Aud Ililda knew, as she heard him going down the steps, that the princely cousin was lost to her forever. She cienched her dainty hands, and luuttered, wrathfully : " But he shall never marry her ! I will take care that she does not cross his patli a-ain." An hour later, when Christino Verne, in lic-r liumlile abode, with her pure proudl'ace wearing a look of pitiful anguish, heard Hilda'ssoft, sympsthetic votco breathing in her eara plan of escape from her wretchcdness and poverty, she said, with a glad ring in her sweet voice : " How good you are Ililda ! Howcould I ever have doubtcd your lovo and thy ? How did you manage to get this pontion fnr me, dear?" And llilda answorod with apparent hesitation, her soft cheek crimsoned with loyal indignation. " A tier hearing your sad story Ifirst went to Cousin üeoffrey for counsel ; for, you know," with another still lovelier blush, ''we are engaged, and I thought perhaps he eould find apme position for you without detay, hé has so cuany influential friends. Hut, do you know, dear- I hate to teil you, it was so horrid- Geoffrey actually declared that he doubted you honesty I" Poor Christine drooped her proud head with a gasp, as of pain. Yes; wasitnotdreadful? Afterthat, of eoursc, I would have scorned his help, as I told him, on your behalf. But, fortuna tt'ly, I knew of this Mrs. Ilarcourt, who wants a governes at onee, to go abroad with her, o I went to her without delay, and reoommended you as you deserved, satiiied all hor scruples, and you are to M to thi.s very evening, and the day af ter to-uionow you will sail for Italy." Tbc lovdy, Üower-like face, drooping benenth her words, as from a cruel blow, stirred no throb of pity in Hilda's false hoart, thongh her voicc assuuicd a more tender tone as she continued : " So you must clieer up, dear, and look lift bravcly in the face again. Once away from ÜÚH horrid city, with its thousand cruel tongoea, jou will forget your trouble, and, nith ynur beauty and pride, you will win theheartofsonierichforeignerorother. Qood-bye." And the traitoress stooped and kissed her. Christine took the situation offered her, and eutered on her duties with an uching heart, at the very hour when Oooffrey, his bruasl Imruing with tender love, was bastening toward her humille home, determined to put lus futo to tbc test, and aak her tobe his wife. Urgent business had taken him from town immediately ufter his interview with Ilüih, atra IHe had time to mature her plan, and to see it accdinplished, before bis return. II is surprise and ohajrrin maybe imaginad wlien hc i'oiind her gone, and all bis HKinius could elieit no inforuiation about her. At last, n dospaii-, he reaorted to llilda. '¦ Do yuu knuw what has become of Miss Sho arched her brows. " How sbould I. nothaving your interest in her welfare ? Should I repeat what rujwor says, 1 should aliuost fear you would slay me," and she shrugged her graceful sboulders piovokingly. "Teil me bat you bave board," he said sternly, with comprc.-scd lips. " ünly that sho and Signor Uuccini, her old uiusie lua.-tci', who was alway.s sueh an ïrdcnt admirer of lier.s, in spite of pretty filuè Mistress liucciniand the three babies, dimppearad from the city on the same day, and BOme irentlcmau, who is nauieloss. saw two j'Cinvius, UOiirlrig a MilKluf, n-v mblu.u to the runaways, walking arm-in-arm, in a most confidencial manner, in Brighton yesterday uiorning. "A f-ul. base Jauder ! Who was the man who dared say thia thing? He shall retract bis false words, or die I" llilila laughed musioally. " l said he was nameless, As I have told you all I know on the subject, suppose we select a more pleasant tbeine of conversation. Did you have a pleasant trip to Manohester?" And all ofGeoffrey's inquirios could elicit no further information about the woman he loved. At last ho feil into a settled glooni, and went abroad to seek relief in change and travel. And Miss eme, tlie governess, afterthe fir.st itrangenees of her position wore off, took up th barden of'life again with a brave spirit. Her little charges soon learned to love ber, and, boing a true woman, her loving heart went out to tlicin o deep tenderness, and she daily thanked llilda De Vere's kindnes in obtaining for her the position she occupied. But tbere was one drop of wormwood which time seemed powerless to soften. That Geoffrey Brandon, the man to whom she had given her heart in thoso dearold days - whose look, tone and manner had so often told her she was beloved of him - should have turned against her in her sore distress and trouble, .should eveg have doubted her honesty, was a blow hard to bear, Doubtles?, ere this, dear Hilda was his wife, and even the pain of his cruel treachery grow less sharp as the nionths rolled away in beautiful Italy, and she was permitted to baskn the glory of that wonderful land. Until, one day, in a picture gallery in Rome, she niet him face to face. She tried to escape him, but his eager gaze had fattened upon ber lovely features ina very raptureof delighted surprise, and, unmindful of the two coüdren by her side, he caught her hands, and asked in that ihrilling tone she so well remembered : "MissVerne! Christine I How very happy I am to find you I Where have you hidden yourself all these weary months?" He would have drawn her arm through bis, but sbe drew her.elf haugbtily away, and answered, ieily : "Thank you, Mr. Brandon. I have purposely kopt my residence a rnystery from one whose doubts of my integrityconyinced mo that he could havo no possible interest in my welfare. Good-by I " She turned away, but he caught her hand. " Christine, what does this mean? Do you not know that I lovo you better than ufe ? Did you not read the truth in the old sweet time, when nothing but the fear of my own unworthiness kopt the avowal from my lips? Dearest, dcarest, do not turn away! Mine, at least, bas been the one truc, loyal heart. Surely sueh love as mino deserves a better response than ecorn ! " And, in spite of the twocuriouschildren, and the stray visitors that flitted through the gallery, the truth eame out at last, and Geoffrey loarned the perfidy of Hilda De Vere's heart, and Geoffrey Brandon blessed tbc mistake that gave him bis bride at last. Ililda bever met her beautiful rival again, for she married a rieh old banker, and went to Bristol to live, before Christine crossed the channel once more as the honored wife of the man they both loved. keepers often write as though there was no demand for their honey, after they had taken the trouble to breed bees to colleot it. And yet our cute Yankee cousins are sending us over a hundred tons at a time, and finding a ready market. What could be a moro perfect answer to the outcry? Then wliat is the explanation? (Jrumbling Britons have to learn to adapt themselvcs to altered circumstances. Tlie public have had their eyes oponed by means of loeal exhibitions, and the articles in our Journal, to the difference between pure, wholesome and delicióos boney, and the nasty rubbish that so often bears the name. Consequently there is an increasing demand for honey in the comb, a form in whiob l'iirity i"ui with reason be looked for. They want it, too, in a handy form, a want which the small sections will meet If wi are wise. we sliall read, mark and learn.

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