Guy Kenmore's Wife and The Rose and the Lily
aters of the bay, fell on the wretched mother's heart like a d
the midnight hour with its despairing echoes, then she sprang wildly
reeled, her limbs failed her. As she pushed the gate open with faltering hands she staggered
ears in the library, where he was gravely conferring w
He rushed from the room and followed the sound, the two men behind, a
e dead on the hard earth. With tender compassion they li
nning of a severe illness for Elaine Brooke
ir treasure, refusing to yield it up to the efforts of those who, headed by Mr. Kenmore, made an ineffectual trial to find even the cold, dead body of the desperate girl. Dawn broke with all the roseate beauty of summer, and the g
oftened, saddened man-a man with a purpose. Two things had confirmed him in
on. On the day following a purplish mark was discoverable on the old man's temple-a st
es, believed that it was caused by a blow-a
on the tragic night, he had stood by her side a few moments, gazing at her in pain and sorrow. While h
ught
, and without preamble, "the name of
d trembled in sha
. "I am under a sacred p
he asked, coolly, and Be
it in her deliri
owing that he had surprised th
e of an hour had sought oblivion from the ills of life, Guy Kenmore thought it all out
r by a trumped up story, and divided her from her young husband. Dying, h
ed the second li
e revealed. That person had followed the bearer of Clarence Stuart's letter, and had torn i
eved in the truth and acc
rty," he said to himself. "I will not ask Mrs. Brooke nor Bertha. They would on
home in Baltimore, and await