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[ALL RIGHTS RESEBVKD.] CATHERINES MISTAKE, I OR, A SECRET FOR YEARS -+-- CHAPTER XXIV. A RESOLUTION. A CROWD of men and women turned out of the door- among them Maxall and Ferdinand, both tightly grasped by the police; for, both being inexperienced in the ways of a London row," they were the soonest captured and easiest held. Maxall was terribly alarmed his dark face was almost as white as he could have wished it to be; but De Rcsimont was laughing heartily at the scrape he had got into. Sacr-e What is it that you are going to do to us ? Will it be the treadmill or ropewalk, or whatever you term it, for smashing a few hats and breaking a few fibs ? Hi, Monsieur! hands off! they are not scented ■With attarpuhl." George Ingestre saw his ward and the count's brother marched off without moving hand or voice in their assistance. He merely spoke a few words to a policeman, asking before what magistrate they would appear next morning; and then, when the crowd had gradually moved off in the rear of the prisoners, lie too went, but in an opposite direction, igncrant that lie "Was followed by a female. Wandering purposelessly along the streets, thinking of what he had seen that evening, and a face—a woman's face-which was behind him now, he came before long to a bridge crossing the river. It was Wackfriars: but the name was nothing to him. He stopped then, and looked over on the river, where the June moon was shedding down a pure light on the black barges, and craft of all sizes and shapes which Abated beneath. Then he looked up at the midnight sky, and down on the dark, deep, flowing current, and thought of his life, as it had gone, was going, and had yet to come. He fr-It that a crisis to all was not far off. Men do feel this, when the highest wave in the river of their lives is rapidly rolling towards them. He knew that clouds were gathering round him that sin, and trouble, and shame, formed the darkness folded in them that his own great passions were standing up in battle array against him, and that they might con- quer and lay him low in his own and the world's esti- mation for he was not so fallen yet but that he could bate the evil thing he did. And thus he stood, loo king down upon the river, and seeing his own dark stream of life imaged in its sluggish water, rolling on beneath the bridge. So he stood, when a light touch on his arm roused him from his solemn thought. George Ross Ingestre!" He turned slowly round, and saw at his side the I woman who had followed him so far and so patiently. lie did not seem surprised, nor did he answer. He Only shook off her hand, as if it were something most loathsome, and put his hands over his eyes as he turned 8rway again. "So, can you not bear the sight of my poor face?" No. Heaven help me! I hate it." Years ago you loved it." "Loved it he cried, with such a lajgh. "Loved *t! Ah what love that was! and he laughed again a mirthless, soulless, wretched laugh. "Yes, I know you hate me, you bad man! I know your wickedness, and that's what the world does Ilot; but I am going to expose them. I only followed POu here to-night to tell you so. I'm going to do you deadly mischief at last—wound where yoa never "team you can be hurt. Ah! I'm gloating over the Vengeance that is in store for me. [ shall see you gro- wling at my feet, asking for mercy, when you find OUt where the knife is to cut. I know what you think elf me I know how you hate me, and sneer at all the Wans I make to be revenged upon you; but now my is come! I have kept my madness off so long, I am a different woman now. I can plot and Scheme, and work with all my old cunning. I can Receive every one I choose I do it, day after day. I wave only to tel! lies, and they are ready to believe them. You often told me I could deceive the arch- fiend himself, perhaps I can. Yes, I hate you with all tny soul, and everything belonging to you, but your girl Cleland. I hate your great handsome son as much as I do his father. I'll do you both a mischief, and I have followed you only to say so." "Hurt me, as you choose; but if you lift a finger against him, But, no, that is impossible. Woman, I warn you to leave me! Go! or I shall kill you." His frenzy was rising, though he strove hard to *eep it down. Then the wretched creature taunted him. Sh", sneered and laughed at him, using foul words. It Was sport to see the man's fury bound by his own Strength and her woman's weakness. She enjoyed it ^ith all a bad woman's malice. He could not strike—he dared not kill her! so she cried, with a mocking laugh on her red lips. Avill you go ? "Not yet, George, my love. It is seven long years 8ince I have looked at your handsome face. Ah! Who thinks it handsome now, I wonder ? Is it Miss Wace?" Then he raised his hand for one moment, but it fell to his side, and she started away, still laughing, rather hvsterically. That good-bye will do, George Ingestre, until I see You again. It will not be long, my old, old love. Adieu! And she tripped lightly away; when he stood hatching where her white face had last sent its mock- ing smile at him from beneath the lamp. Then again he turned to his position, his watch Upon the river; but this white face was always the 4ne looking up to him oftenest out of the moonlit "Water, and his heart hardened as he saw it. When he Walked away his hands were clenched, and he mut- tered between his teeth- Now for the deed, black as it may be. No more Qualms of conscience for me where's the use ? I must defy Fate I will defy man; I will risk everything to have her. May she never know the wrong I do her: May I be the only one to suffer! May I alone have to bear the shame and agony!" CHAPTER XXV. THE TWO BROTHERS. lilt. INGESTRE was at the police-court next morning In time to see the two young men brought up to deceive punishment for their exploits in the music- hall the night before. The case was soon settled; the proprietor was not there to prosecute, and both, Pleading having taken rather too much wine after dinner, escaped with a fine and a reprimand on their tagentlermanly behaviour. Mr. Ingestre stepped forward and paid his ward's flne, greatly to Maxall's astonishment, and confusion also. De Resimont pulled out a handful of sove- reigns and flung them down. The surplus will do for the poor," he said, and was ebøut to walk away leisurely, leaning on Maxall's arm, when Mr. Ingestre stepped forward. With me, if you please, Mr. Maxall." And he put his hand on the Creole's shoulder. De ltésimont smiled gaily. The Herr papa, I presume. Adieu—to-night at the Hotel." And he went on before them, and got into the handsome little brougham that waited at the door of the court for him, with his brother inside. The brothers watched Mr. Ingestre and his ward follow, and then Ferdinand, throwing himself back among the cushions, indulged in a hearty laugh. Only think, Philippe, what an affair to get into that prison-house. Ma fen! it was terrible! And that little fellow, whose acquaintance I made two or three days since, it was laughable to see the frenzy he was in about it-declared it was my fault, that his guardian would find it out through the newspapers, and there would be the deuce to pay. He did find it out, you see—the guardian, I mean; poor Maxall will catch it!" And who was that white-skinned lady, with the very red lips, you were both escorting last night? Ferdinand opened his eyes. Why, where were you to see us, Philippe? I did Wot observe you anywhere." Doubtless not," returned the other; but my eyes are seldom off you, my friend, for all that. At half- Past eight o'clock you, Maxall, and that lady were at the casino; at half-past nine you entered the music- ball with the same individuals. And now answer my question." "I really don't know. What an extraordinary being you are, my Philippe! Nevertheless, as long as you give me liberty and plenty of money to enjoy it, I'll not quarrel with your supernatural attributes. But the lady Maxall merely introduced as a friend of his» called her Helene, I think." And what did you think of her ? Very little. Fascinating in manner, clever, witty, and well read, I should say. But—not my sort of ^oman, Philippe." Philippe's lip curled. "Nineteen years of age, and you have an ideal of woman Wait a few years, Ferdinand, until you have had a wider experience." The younger blushed, and tossed back the hair from his forehead. I do not consider my experience has been so limited as you would imply." This time the elder brother laughed.. "Ah, Ferdinand, my friend, as I said before, wait! Do not form your ideal yet, or you will be bitterly disappointed when you find its realisation is not on earth. Take my advice, boy-and women as you nnd them." There was a silence after this. Philippe read some letters he took from the carriage seat, and Ferdinand watched his face narrowly while he did so—watched it with a puzzled, wondering gaze. Some question seemed hovering on his lips, but the words were repressed again and again. Truth to say, the boy of nineteen was deeply imbued with a sense of the absolute superiority of the man of forty. Philippe had always preserved a certain dis- tance between them, which the other never cared to lessen, in spite of his devoted attachment. There was I intimacy, but no familiarity—there was unbounded affection, but no confidence. I The affairs of this stern, dark-faced man the buoyant hearted boy never inquired into. He knew that his brother was wealthy; he never asked the source of his riches. He saw him well received in all the highest- foreign circles; he never inquired what right he had to stand on an equal footing with the hi ghest there. He believed that he was immersed in many dangerous political intrigues, but he never cared to confirm the belief; and he had his suspicion that their visit to England now bad some other purpose in it than to give him a taste of London dissipation still, he did not wish that it sbiuld be anything beyond a suspicion. On one thing only did the younger brother ever speculate about the elder. Had he ever loved a woman, as he had heard of men loving ? At times, Ferdinand thought it must be so—he spoke of the race so dis- paragingly. It was the bitterness of a broken heart," argued the boy. And then, again, he thought Philippe would scorn such a thing as love, and all its belong- ings. Fancy Philippe-stern, mysterious, powerful- minded Philippe-the slave of some frail, weak woman. That was impossible. But looking now at the beautiful face of the man, it was hard to believe but that many a woman had loved him. And when he had got thus far in his meditations, Philippe looked up; and Ferdinand felt guilty, for he knew that his thoughts were read by the other. Strange to say, he often felt this. With Philippe's eyes fixed on his, his mind flew open, like an unclasped book, for the other to read. 11 Ferdinand, some day you will see the woman I have loved. I shall not point her out; you will know her intuitively. Until then, my brother, wonder no more." Certainly, Philippe, it was impertinent of me." No, not so, foolish only. In the meantime, read that letter; it contains some news of your old friends in Paris." Who so assiduous and tender, as was Mrs. Faunce the next morning over Ingram's black eye and braised forehead ? There she stood, in her neat morning dress, talking, and lamenting it together. Discreetly enough, she asked no questions, but instantly presumed he had fallen downstairs last night in the dark. She did so wish he would allow her to sit up for him, and not let himself in with that dread- ful latch-key—going straight to his room, and no one knowing whether he was in the house or not. And what time did he get home last night, for she did not hear him come in ? Oh, about half-past one. I went to Brook Jones, to cast up his monthly accounts for him, at eleven; and it took me longer than I expected. I did mean to come home directly after this happened, but going along I changed my mind. I should havo lost a guinea by it; so I tied my handkerchief round my head, used one eye, and got on better than I thought, though my head ached fit to split. Who do you think I saw last night, Mrs. Faunce ? George Ingestre! And shook hands with him before I knew it. He is a fine-looking man-not a trace of a scoundrel about him." No, sir; Mr. Ingestre never looked what he was. Then you are friends with him ? No such thing, Mrs. Faunce. I am sorry the man did me the slight service he did, for knowing now who did it, I'll not even thank him. The only way I will repay him is to tell him what I am going to do." I am afraid it will be an expensive action, Mr. Ingram and if you lose it, must ruin you. Take my advice, sir, and let Mr. Ingestre alone." Too late, now, Mrs. Faunce. My lawyers are in treaty with a person who seems willing to advance the money on very fair terms. A month or two will decide it, and then in November you will have to swear the truth of all you have told me." I can well do that, sir." So be it, then, and Redfern will be mine as sure as I live." Mrs. Faunce smiled sweetly. George Ingestre paid a visit to the Baroness Bern- stein, and entered her rooms when they were filled even to overcrowding. He entered them with a half smile on his lips and in his eyes. The baroness was engaged just then in conversation with a foreigner of distinguished appearance, and Mr. Ingestre remained with folded arms near the doorway, quietly surveying the crowd all round. Suddenly his eye lighted on a dark, handsome face, not far from him-the face of no Englishman, but of eome dark-blooded Indian-bred creature. Ingestre did not start when he saw it-that word would not express the feeling which seemed to rush through his veins. If in the middle of the day, in the broad sun- light, in the midst of familiar sights and sounds, we should suddenly see the face and form of one long dead smiling at our side, moving and speaking in all the similitude of life and health, and yet be conscious that the thing is but a vision after all-then the horror, dread, and absolute terror we should experience at this fancy, was written with tenfold force in the face and sudden movement of George Ingestre. He turned away with a shudder, forced a passage up to where the baroness sat; and five minutes after was smiling and talking with the lady, as though the blood in his veins were fired instead of frozen. Yet all the time those smiles were on his lips and those light words on his tongue, his eyes were darting furtive glances at the handsome creole face, and the rush of his thoughts was something like this To think the look of a man's face should make me feel as if I had taken a plunge in the Geysers! make me feel like a murderer, a thief, and a vagabond!— something as loathsome and vile as a rat reared in a charnel-house I I don't like it. I'm a man and a gentleman. I have wealth, position, and friends. I have children I love, and a worthy woman whom I adore. I hate to be reminded that I am not what they are—good and innocent. It is something hideous to think there is pollution in the kisses you press upon their lips-a taint in the breath you address them with -a secret in the heart you offer i That man's face floods it all up before my eyes. I am no longer in this hot, stuffy London room, but in Jamaica, beneath a moonlight sky. The overpowering scent of spice-trees and flowering shrubs is in my nostrils-all but dead, I am lying out on the cool verandah, with my face turned to the quarter where the breeze sweeps over the Pacific, and touches my hot forehead like a flake of summer snow. There is a distant murmur, and, where the cinnamon trees are scantiest, Domingo points out to me a great crowd of people, black and white faces turned up to something suspended midway between them and the star-lit sky -a man hanging dead; and I know that the horrible pain of that cold steel in my ribs is amply avenged. The man who tried to murder me is dead-swinging like a dog from a tree. He was my friend, and it is strange to think I shall never see him again-that it is his face staring up to heaven, as black as a negro's, and with the tongue and eyes lolling out. We were good friends, but he drew cold steel on me, an English planter, and he dies! I cannot grieve for him. We were sinners together. He tempted me, and I fell. My safety is purchased with his death, and I do not grieve for him. Only one sorrow is in my heart, and that goes up to God in the bitter wail of despair. My brother would that I had died with you! And while Mr. Ingestre wrestled thus with his mental agony, Baroness Bernstein was talking and smiling at his left hand, determined to subdue her enemy. She talked of many things, but chiefly of her daughter and Westwood Farm. 91 Now, Mr. George, tell me candidly what you think of her," she said of the former, and not for the first time, either. <1 Well, she does not resemble either you or any other of the Warringtons whom I remember. Who is that man talking to her now ? I "Oh, that is Count De Resimont; we made his acquaintance in Paris last year. A verv handsome man, is he not ? I know very little about him, except that he is an intimate friend of the famous Dr. Creusa, whom you have of course heard all about. He appears to have plenty of money to spend, and no one to spend it on save an only and much younger brother, whom he has not brought with him to-night. SlLilll I introduce you, Mr. Ingestre ? He broke in abruptly "Bertha Warrington, do you remember a Creole fellow at Kingston, a desperate chum of mine—I mean of my poor brother's—he was known by the name of Don Fernando. Do you remember him ? "You mean that awful man who was hung for attempting to murder you-Fernando, the son of the old Count da Ponti ? I never saw the man or, if I did, have entirely forgotten the circumstance. But I perfectly well remember his cold-blooded attempt on your life, and his being hung within a hour after; Sir —— was so enraged at the frequent use of the stiletto upon the English by the Spanish Creoles. The affair made a great commotion at the time, hap- pening as it did so soon after the death of poor Edward Maxall, and while you were only conva- lescent. But why, pray, if I may ask, do you recall the remembrance of that individual at this present time? Because if a dead man could come to life again, I should say he has done so in the person of that one yonder." The baroness opened her eyes, and looked earnestly at the speaker's face. It was that of a man who had uttered nothing beyond a commonplace remark. Ah, you mean the likeness between the two is so strong ? That is extraordinary, as the count is a Frenchman by birth. One would not think so to look at him, either; he much more resembles the Spanish Creoles of Jamaica. A very handsome man, but rather peculiar-looking, is he not ? "Very peculiar, indeed," returned Ingestre abstrac- tedly. For some time the garrulous Madame Bernstein chattered on about her guests but again she reverted to the oft-repeated question-what did Mr. Ingestre think of her daughter ? There seemed something re- markable in this determined pertinacity, and while the good lady repeated her question, her eyes were fixed with an eager, anxious expression, on his face. What did he think of Lina ? And then George Ross removed his intent gaze from the Count De Resimont, and turned it on the lady at his side, Lina Von Bernstein. "A very pretty little lady; rather precocious, I should fancy. My Cleland is only a couple of years younger, and she is a child compared with her." Then you do not admire Lina ? cried madame, with a very disappointed look. Oh, she is pretty enough, and will get some colour in her face if you bring her down to Westwood. Kent tells me you think of living there yourself for some months ?" CertainlYt Mr. George, if you have no objection- I mean, if thtt will prevent any lawsuit. I will look after the place myself, and see that it does not fall into such ruin sis your lawyer describes. But still, I am sure, rather than go t6 law about it with such an old friend as you, I will-" "Nonsense," interrupted the gentleman, with a laugh. If you come and live in the place yourself, all well and good; all I want is that rascally tenant of yours out of it. He's a wretched farmer, and a most inveterate poacher on my preserves. Occupy Westwood yourself, baroness, and we'll not quarrel as neighbours. Where is that Maxall ? Confound the fellow, where has he disappeared? "Your young friend whom you brought with you ? There he is, talking with that tall German in the ante-room. I see his small dark face, and glistening teeth at this distance. Not English, is he ? "No. I must be off. Make my adieus to your daughter. Good night." You will come on Wednesday? If I am in London. Good night." And five minutes after Mr. Ingestre was in the street arm-in-arm with his ward. Asjusual, he had forgiven him; not a word of re- proach had been uttered against him, not a threat used; but still Maxall knew that while his guardian remained in London he was in honourable captivity, for George Ingestre did not once allow him out of his sight. It was in no very amiable mood, therefore, that he marched along, feeling the forcible pressure of his guardian's arm on his as they walked on to the hotel. He was sulky and ill-tempered, and returned no answers to the casual remarks made by his com- panion on the people they had seen that night at the Bernsteins. But with a patience rarely characterising his humour with any one, George Ingestre bore his ward's insolence without remark, and quietly con- tinued his observations. I think, of all the queer-looking misses I ever saw, Madame Bernstein's is the queerest, with that yellow hair and great black eyes and eyebrows-such a miser- able expression in 'em, too; even when she laughs they look wretched. A poor thing, I fancy, and dif- ferent indeed from my tall, nut-brown Clc! Eh, Max, what do you say ? Have a. cig-tr, my boy, here's one, and open your lips. You are annoyed with me, Maxall, because I wish to keep you out of bad hands, because I act for your good, and will not, if I cin help it, let her influence you to your harm. I do not reproach you for your infatuated liking for her, I do not say what I know to bo the fa-t, that together you u would make a beggar of me if you could. Love her, hate me if you will; but, Maxall, as long as you live, you will be to me as my son, and I to you as your father. My own boy Ross shall be neglected before I relinquish the charge I have in you. Tell me, have I ever been harsh to you, my lud ? Tell me, have I ever, in word or deed, thwarted you knowingly, crossed you willfully, given you a s:ng'e pain from your youth up? Tell me, Max; and if I have, you shall have full amends." Amends! as if you could make it. Yes, you can, though, by making a full and frre confession as to who and what I am, who put me under your guardian- ship, and by what right I am there ? Tell me that, Mr. Ingestre, if you choose." I do not choose; the knowledge cannot benefit you in any way. Be gentle with me, Mnx, be gentle;" and drops of perspiration- drops of agony rather—poured from the man's forehead as he said it. You need not suppose for an instant," continued the boy, that I do not know die wrong you hare done me. I am your son, I am older than Ross, and yet I am the beggar, and he gets all. I call it an infamous shame to make me suffer so and talking about reparation is all stuff. You cannot make reparation now, it is too late." Not too late, Maxall. You shall have half Ross's private fortune when you come of age, and if an thing should happen to him before that, the whole of it; and my poor girl shall have only £ 15,000. I shall make my will to-morrow, and that goes down. Will that satisfy you ? Oh, well, better than nothing. How much will Ross have ? Eighty thousand." Then I shall have forty in a year's time. Jolly That will do, governor I'll have a cigar." (lo be continued.)

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