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[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.) MALMORA: A STORY OF THE ISLE OF MAN. BY AUGUSTA SQUIRES, Author of "Saved by Death," "An Eviction and its Consequences," due. &c. CHAPTER XXXI. THE CONTENTS OF THE LEATHER CASE. WHEN Malmora returned to Balla after her interview with Molly Malone, she immedi- ately opened the leather case which the dying woman had entrusted to her care, and inspected its contents. She found a diary in Sybil's handwriting. The first page bore the date of her wedding- day, the last, that of her landing in Liver- pool. A gold locket contained the minia- tures of Titto Lorenzi and his wife. There were rings and other jewels which Malmora recognised. There was also a letter addressed to herself, in which Sybil besought her sister, in the event of her own death before they met, to be a mother to her orphan child. "We call lier she continued, "her father said she was a little fairy sent to bring joy and brightness into our home." Malmora was sLruck by the strange coincidence of name. Sybil went on to say: "My child has a birth-mark by which she can be identified a round crimson spot about the size of a threepenny-piece at the back of her head. Over this the hair has always been carefully brushed so that the defect might not be discernible." She further stated that she, "had written this letter and placed it with her valuables in case any accident should prevent the one she had sent by post from reaching her sister's hand." It occurred to Malmora, that Elfin was the rightful owner of Sir Henry Langman's pro- perty, which had remained unclaimed since the baronet's death, and also to Balla Mount and its adjacent lands. Although Malmora had the legal right to dispose of her patrimony, she regarded the claims of hereditary as sacred, and would, under no circumstances, have bequeathed her real estate to anyone save the next of kin. Her remorse was keen and bitter. Her proud spirit had risen in rebellion against the sundering of all earthly ties, and the consequent desolation of her existence. Had she been cognisant of Elfin's identity, she would have loved her as a daughter. But when the child was guided uncons- ciously to seek her protection, she had turned from her, and would have felt no throb of pity if the little creature had died of starva- tiotL at her gates. As the years passed, and. she perceived the unfolding of Elfin's beauty and watched her character grow into a refined sweetness, at times, she would be possessed by a feeling which was akin to affection but she always pressed back any emotion that might have Jed to an exhibi- tion of tenderness. In a moment of bitter resentment and anger uncontrollable, she had sent her sister's child. to her death. Was there any punishment too great for the offence she had committed? She became gentle and uncomplaining; the life within her ebbed low, and her step grew feeble as that of one who nears a waiting grave. She would sit by the window with folded hands and eyes fixed on the far horizon, as though she were searching the mystery of the infinite which stretched beyond. As the winter advanced, a pestilence broke out in the village. Malmora cast off her weakness, and went amongst the sick, ministering to their wants, not sparing her- self day or night. She forgot her own sor- rows in contemplating* the afflictions of others. This self-effacement and re-awaken- ing of sympathy was to her as a new spiritual birth. The dark shadows lifted, she went forward slowly and painfully into a life of clearer vision and wider possibilities. She laboured amongst the poor until all trace of the epidemic had disappeared. Then she succumbed to the fatigue and langour induced by a great physical strain. The violets had bloomed and faded and the woodbines were scenting the hedgerows when she left her room, and spent a portion of each day on the terrace, where the sun- light fell with healing warmth, and the breeze floated upwards laden with faint murmurs from the distant sea. One day, Sir Magnus Langman appeared unexpectedly at Balla Mount. Mrs. MacLear received him in her boudoir. She had suffered from a slight relapse, and had been forbidden by Dr. Kinrade to leave her rooms. "I am grieved to find you so feeble," remarked the baronet, when the agitation occasioned by his presence had somewhat subsided. You received the letter I sent to you ? she faltered. "I have been travelling from place to Slace. Unfortunately, your communication id not reach me until quite recently." But you know—about Elfin ? "What of her?" Haven't you read my letter? Certainly." She is my niece! Your niece—how can that be ? "Didn't I explain clearly? Couldn't you understand ? ,r-L.1"L- L_.J J "cuiiJie s oatem en is you were so gooa as to forward to me should not be accepted with- out verification." "I have proofs." Which satisfy you ? "They are convincing to me. But it Elfin were living the truth could be ascer- tained." "How so? She was a mere baby when Molly stole her; she can have no recollection of her mother." "Sybil described a birth-mark which was on her child's head. Elfin had the same kind of mark, so Emilie told me, when I. questioned her on the subject. She used to wait upon Elfin and dress her hair." Ah I you did not mention that." "She was Sybil's child- and I sent her to her death I Malmora bowed her head. A low sob broke from her. Longman walked the length of the room, and returned. But you never really cared for her; and at last did not your indifference turn to hate .J "Never I It was love that made me so unjust. I did not know then, but I do now- It was love. When I believed she was that man's child, it was as if mv nature was torn in two- love wrestled with a sense of duty." Perhaps nothing so clearly proved the change in Malmora, as this revelation to U'?T^er the secret workings of her heart. Elfin were here now, would you T^e as your niece ? have giv,? ^he whole of my fortune to t j-j a concilia We Were too hasty in arriving at it ever occurred to vou that «be mav have been rescued from tlS^ea ?" boat."erG WaS the evidence of the stranded "That was not conclusive." Do not torture me with false hopes," she responded, nervously locking her fingers one in the other, and regarding him with pitiful entreaty. Do we not hear, daily, of miraculous escapes ? She may not have perished." "If she has not, and is amongst strangers in need—— If harm befall her ob, that would be worse than if she were dead!" He did not answer. fehe looked at him with sudden fear. There was a sense of restraint in his silence, as though he were withholding news of great importance. She was confronted by that uncertainty when the worst, though un. known, is anticipated. There is something you have not told me," she said, in a strained tone, Will you promise me to be brave ? "Is it-Is it-?" "You have heard that the sea sometimes gives up its dead, or those who were believed to be dead ? he said, impressively. She made a motion with her hand for him to continue. Elfin is living! Her head fell back upon the cushions. He caught the faintly whispered words Oh God, I thank thee! She covered her face with her hands, and remained in that relaxed silence which fol- lows after the strain of tense nerve and eager waiting for the final issue of some un. foreseen event. Then a new current of feeling stirred with. in her, she leaned forward, and cried with tremulous eagerness: "Has she suffered ? Has she——?" Sir Magnus took her hands. Calm yourself. This agitation will do you an injury." i Who saved her ? Tell me, tell me all! Her uncle narrated briefly the history of the rescue. "And Elizabeth Farrant took charge of my darling. How strange that they should meet under such circumstances la there a destiny which shapes our ends ? I long to see Elfin." She broke off restrained I by emotion, then continued in a low voice j of concentrated pain: "Perhaps she bears i resentment ? Indeed, she does not! But I have not told you all," pursued Sir Magnus, gravely. "She is safe ? The child is safe ? Oh uncle, do not tell me that anything has happened to her note" "She is well. and happy. But I will con- tinue the story. When all hope of ever see- ing Elfin again had finally been abandoned, Orry became ill and depressed, though I saw that he tried to bear up bravely and never spoke to anyone of his trouble. Knowing that change of scene is the greatest mitiga- tor of sorrow, I prevailed upon him to accompany me to France. That was in the early part of the spring. We heard a good deal of a singer who had recently made her debut in Paris, and had created quite a furore. Report said that she was very beau- tiful, and 11,180 very exclusive, that only a favoured few had the entree to her salon. It was further rumoured, that she devoted the proceeds, acquired by the exercise of her talent, to charitable purposes." He was silent for a moment, and then resumed his narrative. One night Orry and I set out to attend a concert at which she was announced to sing. An unexpected occurrence detained us. It was late when we arrived at our destination. We advanced along the foyer, but when we reached the door of the salle we were politely requested not to disturb the audience by our entrance until "Sirena" had finished her song." Continue," cried Malmora, impatiently, is Sir Magnus paused. "As we stood waiting, we could hear the voice of the singer. It woke a memory of mingled pleasure and pain. When at last there came a round of applause, I felt Orry grip my arm." What is it? I asked. That voice. He could say no more." I hurried him into the loge we had secured; but the singer had left the plat- form." "A hope, which was almost a dread, had taken possession of me. It was evident that the thought which was in my mind was in Orry's also. I consulted the programme. "She sings only once again, later in the evening," I said to him. Orry bowed his head. He drew back into the shadow of the curtain. It seemed as though the wished-for moment would never arrive. "But I am distressing you," continued Langman, leaning towards Malmora. Go on go on she cried, feverishly. At length the singer appeared. She was attired in a Greek-like robe of some soft, creamy material embroidered in fine gold. It was Elfin. "She was greatly changed. She had passed from a child to a woman. Character and power were depicted on her face, and there Was a mobility of expression which it had not possessed before. She was radiantly beautiful. No sooner had she begun to sing than she appeared to become unconscious of her surroundings, appeared to live only in the atmosphere of enchanting sound. Her voice was richer, deeper, than of yore; it had acquired that subtle inflection of pathos, without which no tones, however pure and cultivated, have power to touch the heart. She was called back again and again. Jewels and flowers were showered at her feet. Upon her last appearance she stood for a moment in an attitude of quiet dignity, and her gaze swept over the vast audience, as though seeking for some familiar face. Orry leaned eagerly forward. Their eyes met. I observed her stagger slightly. She put her hand on the arm of the gentleman who stood beside her and with slow steps was led away." Sir Magnus snapped off a fading leaf from a plant which stood in a jardiniere near. "There is something more which you have a right to know." Malmora made no observation, but caught her breath and waited. He went on: "We had an interview with Elfin that night. We found her safe in Elizabeth Farrant's keeping. Malmora, surely you had suspected that those two young people loved each other? Well, a month later, when we still believed her to be Chevy Malone's daughter, Elfin became Orry's wife." Still she did not speak, but kept her eyes bent upon the clasped hands which lay idly in her lap. "You do not approve of this marriage?" queried Langman, at length. She turned her wedding-ring round slowly on her wasted finger. "I had hoped you would have taken it differently. She is your niece." "It is what I should have desired above all things," she began, in a low voice. "The two families are now united and there will be no division of the property. But I was thinking that I merit punishment, not blessing. Sometimes when we seek to do evil God takes the instruments with which we have Wrought out of our hands and works with them for good." It was touching to see the look of self. appreciation on the once haughty face. Then she sat up in her chair, and asked, in a changed tone: But where is Elfin now pIt On the island." "At Balla?" "No." "Where, then?" Waiting with Orry at the village inn." Why didn't she come to me ?" "She dared not, without your permission. She feared-she did not know whether you still cherished the same unkind feelings towards her as when you cast her off." Oh! have I not deserved this ? And she is Sybil's child Her throat tightened, but she went on again the next moment: "Have I not loved her since that day, when, a poor, startled creature, she stood before me in the music-room with her dark eyes looking appealingly into mine? Go, bring her to me at once." ( CHAPTER XXXII. i RE-UNION. MALMORA sat listening for the faintest indication of an approaching foot-fall. The door opened. There was the sweep of a soft robe upon the carpet. A silence. At first Malmora dared not look up. She feared toencounterthinly-veiled indifference, or exultation visibly declared. But she could not restrain the desire to see again the dearly-beloved face. She raised her head; her eyes encountered the form of one whose attitude expressed sweet timidity and yearning love. Malmora opened her arms. Elfin sprang into them with a great cry of Aunty I Aunty!" They held each other in a close embrace. Deep emotion sealed the fountain of their tears. But I must be sure," murmured Malmora at length. Kneel down, child, kneel down." Elfin obeyed, though wondering at the request, and rested her cheek against her aunt's knee. Malmora uncoiled the heavy braids. Near the crown of the head was a bright red stain, on which the hair had never grown. The birth-mark she cried. What is it, aunty ? "Are you aware, child, that you have a birth-mark on your head ? "I know there is something, because Emilie used to talk about it when she dressed my hair." Now all my doubts are set at rest," said Malmora. "But who told you, aunty?" Sybil made mention of it in her letter." My mother," said Elfin, softly. Oh, my child, what I have suffered, and what I have made you suffer! Can you ever forgive me?" "There should be no talk of forgiveness I between us two. I have loved you through it all." I Elfin sprang to her feet, and put her arms round Malmora's neck, and laid the head with its silvery white hair on her breast. She stood erect in her young strength and beauty; the dark eyes aglow with protecting tenderness, shedding love-light into those other eyes uplifted, which drew joy and hope at that font as at the Well of Life. The veil was withdrawn between them they looked into each other's souls at last. The gates of heaven may open only for a moment, but in the translucent light emitted, is made visible and clear that which the dense earth-mists have long concealed from our searching sight. A dreamy peace pervaded the silent air, the day was dying slowly, gliding with bushed breath to the brilliant cloud-gard-ens of the west. Malmora reclined in a lounge-chair on the south terrace of Balla Mount, and watched Elfin's two children at their play. Godred, with his father's clear complexion and merry eyes, was racing by the side of a massive Mount St. Bernard, urging the dog forward with cracking whip and clamorous cries. Frida, with dark hair and dark brows, bore a striking resemblance to Malmora's long lost child. She trotted up and down with an air of grave importance, and holding her doll closely in her arms, made a pretence of hushing it to sleep. The years as they passed had dealt very gently with Malmora. Her lips had recovered the power to smile; tier eyes knew the melting mist of tender- ness. The face, though somewhat aged, had lost, its accustomed immobility, and had acquired a new and subtle beauty—the beauty of the reclaimed soul made manifest. To her peace had come in life's declining day. A voice rose on the air—the voice of song. The children set up a shout of Mamma Mamma!" A minute later Elfin emerged from the shelter of the trees. The two children were clinging to her gown. She advanced laughing. Malmora's longing looks went out to greet her. She extended her arms involuntarily. Elfin hurried forward and knelt by her aunt's side. I have returned. Did the time seem long to you, dear ? The children were now hanging upon Elfin's neck. For answer Malmora took mother and little ones in her close embrace. "There, now, 'grannie,' has us all in her arms, I think she ought to be satisfied. What say you, my pet, queried Elfin, with laughter, which neared the confines of tears. Grannie' will never be satisfied," responded Malmora, sadly. "My darling, I can never give you back the love I witheld through all those hopeless years." "Why throw the shadow of the past on the sunlit path of the present ? Then desirous of changing the subject, she added: "Are you not curious to hear the result of our ventures ? "Well, dear." I did not tell you all in my letters, I wanted to keep the great news until I came home." "It is very good? You shall hear. Urry declares the last is the most successful season we have ever had. We have succeeded in clearing off the debt which encumbered my Home for Waifs and Strays.' Now I am going to work hard until we can get enough to endow it." "But there is no occasion. I do not like your going about in this manner; No Lang- man would ever have done such a thing." Perhaps not. But though I am a Lang- man, I am also Titto Lorenzi's daughter. She held her head up proudly. "Take the money which I have offered you so many times." It is good of you, but I must refuse. I have a purpose, and I should never be happy if anyone turned me from it. I said that my voice should build and endow this insti- tution, and it shall do it." You are a wilful child," said Malmora, fondly. "It was aunt Elizabeth who first taught me that we should always strive to use our powers for good. Oh! what a glorious thing it is to possess a gift which can confer a rich blessing upon many young lives." 9 Her face glowed and opened out into beauty like an expanding flower. It wore an expression of that exultant gratification which is inspired by the successful accom- plishment of an effort, difficult of attainment and long deferred. "I never see a neglected child but I long to rescue it from the streets, and from the experiences which were mine in those early years." Elfin!" The word was a cry of pain. e" Have I hurt you, aunty, dear, by a refer- ence to that dreary past? And yet, why should we grieve ? Were it not for those sad days of my childhood, my heart would never have been touched with pity for my suffering fellow creatures, and hundreds of little ones, who are cared for to-day, would now be homeless wanderers. The greatest blessings sometimes spring from the deepest sorrows." A faint sound fell on Elfin's ear. She raised her head and listened. A brilliant smile illuminated her face. Father is coming I Run children to greet him." THE END.

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