The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, April 28, 1886, Page 2

A BROTHER'S SACRIFICE. Many years ago I had a friend, Kenneth Lambert. Hewas younger than myself, at that time five or six and twenty, full of aspirations for a an the hfe better, purer existenc we lead. His cay dr long time, was to le: choosing some r there alone with né contemplation. “Talk,” his frien Ker they heard of it. -ret At last on unex idler. plan enabled him to leave ‘ H sould passing visit,but to stay if she would have him. Did any mother ever refuse to re- How the girls their ceive her eldest son? laughed at him, declaring prophecies true and saying he was solitude. IL felt a little Only one per : this was weary of surprised at | preserved Grace Cheslyn, the girls’ friend, t almost like anot! ister. She was staying with thei 1 | neth whatever we might say. Vernay dined i¢ Lamberts beautiful home, It was a rumed ct it of « moor, a place | i kno his life. Ot the waysid Bebind this he s t | | dividing the hor to two 1 ot one over the other Wi I { . le completed he went there. Some | 5 i : people, I know, t him mad; ] : ' rs lat 1 he would | Kenne 7 ‘ rea # ' lof! cheme. 1 be- lieved in him. T would gladly have joined him, but a man with a wife and child is not a free ent. He} ' va p! ' ver mu t w n 1 went to see Kenneth im bis new home. The place was almost in cessible; had not Kenneth met me on the hilltop and shown me the way over moor and moss T should The copse ; a wild stream brawled by it. never have found it. chapel was ina The oak, alder, and holly were re- strained by a tence from encroaching on the chapel, and marsh plants thrust their stems through the bar: The nearest house was a tarm half a Kenneth's his sitting-room mile away. bed-room was simple, fur- nished in perfect taste. On the walls some fine etchings, a plaster reliet whence smiled the homely face ot Socrates, on a bracket an image ot Buddha. Between was an engraving of Dore’s Vale of Tears, these Books, too, there were in plenty,and the fox terrier—such were Kenneth’s companions. ’ “And nature,’? he sail when I made this remark. **And here it is that you will stay in peace and quet,’’ I said, “until your mission sends you forth.”’ “Peace and quiet?’’ be answered, smiling; ‘‘no, those are not for me. IT have a presentiment that this ideal hfe will not lastlong. I shall mar- ry.”” jand dr | away from my solitud “We will teach you Sol not tell. Then Grace came, asking Mrs Vernay to write in her birthday book. And the beauty inscribed ‘Lily Vernay”’ in a clear, beautiful! writing, us herself. Ke shoulder. neth read it over Grace’s “Your name is Lilith,’? he said to Mrs. Vernay. **Who told you that?” she asked, and he replied: “T know ut,’? without offering any explanation Lilith! horrid!” murmured Grace, as, with Frank, Mrs. Vernay moved toward the piano. oy Manie asked. k it pretty; why horrid?’’ “Do you know about Lilith?’ her “She first wife, and for turned out of Paradise. friend replied was Adam’s nsgression was She 1s the enemy of all little children, and when Tewish babies are the born nurses write ‘Lilith, avaunt!’ against the wall, lest she should come and kill Id. she still haunts the world tiful woman, And tradition says that a beau who entices men to marry her and then strangles them in her golden hair.’’ “A tradition,’ said I, ‘‘some- thing like the legends ot the Greek I looked incredulously at him. He | Lamia.” showed me his hand. **It is written “How do you know that there is here,’’ he said; ‘*B sce it only too] not truth in traditions and tolly in plainly. Far as it is from my desires, rejecting them?’ Kenneth asked. it 1s tated.” For more than s:x months I heard nothing of Kenneth. Meanwhile Mrs. Vernay was sing- ing song alter seng and with every We went for | note stealing away a bit of Frank’s the winter to Torremouth, I and my } heart. And her music wen Kenneth wife, and to our surprise and pleas- | to her side, for he took his brother’s ure, found the Lamberts had the| place at the house next our own. Vernay. Mrs, Vernay was the belle of Torremouth, and justly. I never saw any woman so beautiful, never | vexed with Ken: shall again see such a face. She was tall and slight, with a fair skin, blue eyes shaded with dark lashes, and hershapely head crowned with | jured really golden hair. No art was there, it was all nature—nature in her utmost perfection. She was young, 1 widow, said to be enor- mously rich, but had she been a beg- gar maid we all should have worship- ed her, Young, oll, single,marne d, there were none but paid homage at her shrine, Frank Lambert was" badly bitten by her charms. He was two-and- twenty, home for his first long leave. Mrs. Ternay encouraged him more | than any of the others; perhaps be- | ing sucha boy she looked on him as | asafe game, I know that she stole | his heart with the first glance ot her | violet eyes, and that he has never i recovered from her influence | We were sitting together one after. noon im the Lambert's room wher Kenneth walked in Torremouth was not more than ten miles trom his retreat. and he had walked over, not to pay his mother « drawing- We had a flat, | turning over her pages—I believe and on the flat below us lived Mrs, | all the wrong piano, and stood there places, tor he looked more in her tace than at the music. I contess that in those days I. was ny for he seemed to have taken a sudden and inexph. cable plunge into the society which a tew months previously he had ab- forever. ‘Ihe one explanation—his ideal proved dull and itksome. where I met him, ch: Vernay ; often Frank was with them, a woe-begone, undesired thir Again the girls declared that it a shame Kenneth, who railed ag marriage, should co med ¢ Every- y with st | ard steal he | away from his brother. | A tew women th dishked Mrs. Vernay. was one of them, aes | who were My well enough wife we all knew the reason. For when, with maternal showed off the a to the pretty | widow, Mrs. Vernazy turned from | them with a cold look of disgust, Saying: **] An could — torgive. **That unnatural woman,” mv wife ride, she one day | detest children *” result no mother from hencetort} How the Christmas ball, when, radiant with delight, she crossed the room to say lovely she looked at to me, **Look at the progress of my | neth in this trivolous scene.”’ =F Mrs, | d party. | heard any one question his devotion. was | Perhaps their eyes were blinded. T | cing day, Mrs. Vernay growing daily , she married one of them, and a few | conversion. Here is the hermit Ken- | me, who must have heard every | word. i y a chance “I wish I was at the chapel,” himselt and Kenneth remarked; certainly no man »om. He had grown pale | uited | oked so he passed me. i to a b and thin here was : + ort >} iving his sol Fr twe Torre- wore a thou j te such testvi- ht ow back ?’’ | prise | here.*’ “1 kn ashamed ches, | myselt ut that appeared the church the | ‘May L ask where you met her? lyou, | “In came out as a not, By this token) — but heed the es : : } weeks— He i know both destrover and destroyed. onic | 1 Oo on. | tory,”’ he was found | said one but ot the Syces had done it, some | thought Mrs. Vernay could haye ex- d the ma I asked no further questions—a touched my arm, and acrosstheroom. There stood Frank and Mrs. Verna jeweled snake twisted in her hair, voice seemed to whisper in my ear, “Lilith”? and the stra his way. But I forgot my forebodings as the days passed bringing nothing but y—she with the ger went on he with another, a bracelet of hers, ; some joke clasped around his wr a a tween them, and sh JEG) BOE GUM Ss Ue good news of Kenneth and his wife had slipped 1t on. “My dear Kenneth, fancies, nothing but tancies,’’ I said, “You t anything more dan- as they traveled in the lake district. We talked of them, of the weather they must be enjoving, and specu- these are for his manner alarmed me. lated as to their future home, as yet can’t think th: gerous than a boy undetermined. . One night after my wife had gone to bed I was lingering over the ‘fire. Carelessly [ raised my eyes toward a mirror hung above the mantlepiece, and then my attention was riveted by the reflection that met my eyes love affair: can result trom Frank's fnendship with Mrs. Vernay,’’ “Lilith !’’ was “Tell me, how did you guess her all he s square, Butler, Mo. 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I believe bets passed between the men at the Torremouth clubs as to . Gowe ci : alamp. She had something in her which of the brothers wouid marry hands gleaming ag: t her dress, ha E Zz aga , beautiful Mrs. Vernay. I confess I] and I noted how she stole bebiad wondered myself whether Kenneth | him as he bent over the light. Then would relinquish his noble schemes |@ Cloud of vapor arose trom the and marry like any other ordinary ns ed te Gee face her, z stern and unyielding. She threw mortal. [rarely saw him without herself kneeling, praying at his feet, Mrs. Vernay. He rode with her, | but he never flinched ; then she rose, drove with her, spent long hours in | changing into a tall,thin, pale figure, her pretty drawing-room,and walked ; With a death-hke face, and hollow, TF aikea gleaming eyes. Still he never fal- ee g . | tered, and with a cry this being him what was coming from all this, rushed through the halt-open door and had for reply, ‘If I don’t marry |into the moonlight. This vision her Frank will’’—an answer which | haunted me, though in every way at the time struck me as strange. possible I tried reasonably to account > tor it. And one day Frank came to my The next morning I left Torre- wite to pour into her sympathetic] mouth by the earliest train, stopped ears wild, fierce ravings against his | at the station nearest Kenneth’s re- Why had Kenneth talked | treat, and with some little difficulty iat nonsense about celibacy and | found my way to the chapel. All He ceeite vend vtock: was lonely and deserted, yet Iseemed to note hanging round the room faint woman Frank ever | traces ot the smoke-like vapor. I returned to Tremouth telling And thus we heard of Kenneth’s | myself that it was but tancy, and| to the beautiful Mrs, | that Kenneth, with his wife, was in Westmoreland. At home, to my surprise, I. found Frank waiting to see me. “1 have seen Kenneth,’’ were his first words. ‘When?’ I cried. with her on the esplanade. brother. all seclusion when away the only would, ever could, love? engsgement Vernay. All the men in the place envied him, but never in my lite have I seen | So grave and gloomy a lover. Yet, i , ih ] é a | Mc WOODENWARE, NAILS AND BUILDESE ¢ HARDWARE. Will continue business at the old stand and is constantly adding new ce, t goods to his well assorted stock. Prices low and stock fresh, : € CALL AND SEE HIM. be : y side of the Square, Butler, Mq@ North Side of the Square, Butler, Mq@ s Pier, In sime building with John Ray, stove and Tinware dealer vl : BF: seer no = — —W eg sq ir WALNUT, MISSOURL —d all the other men who met her, **He came to me last night; [have | he seemed to adore her. ohaie seen her, too, (lowerng his voice) in | her true form. I know now all that! he did for me. See—he gave me this.”* It was a noose made of coil of woman’s golden hair, From that time to this [have never | again seen Kenneth Lambert, nor has | any one else. Now, perhaps, you may call me a | silly old tool for thinking anything | nei 5 = supernaturai lav behind these cir- “What a likeness !”” jena. You may cali Kenneth ‘To whom?” I asked. mad, as many do, and find excellent “Toa peasant girl in the Black |Teasons to account for everything 1 never know we all pitied Frank. And the a time passed merrily by to the wed- es | more beautiful, Once she passed me as | walked th a friend on the esplanade. “Good heavens!’? he exclaimed. }. Forrest who a few years ago created | Sor td h } + 1 | 4 have toid neither more nor less a great stir in the village. Ali the}., > i rs a 3 egies : ©lthanIsaw. Put what interpretation young fellows were in love with her; | you please upon it, I can offer none Was she Lilith? [can not teil. But she cast the | lite (no matter how it ended) of one jot the noblest men I ever knew. | And Frank still suffers from having | _ once been beneath her influence.— | | Belgravia. | ‘ days later he was found dead in his bed, the bride having vanished, no one kacw whither.-’ “An unpleasant story,”’ I said, litt'e pleased to notice Kenneth near # Vol. 10, 1886. & KANSAS Vol. 10. - CITY : TIMES The Leading Hustrated Weeklt rai ca Review. Devoted to ™ 4 Drama. Literature, Art, tlety. and Current Evantt BRIGHTEST -:-JAND - Bee ets The ablest, brightest, and most infuentisl of its class in the world! Our 14th premium list,comprising over | Critical! Independent! Impartial! $32,000 worth ot presents, is now ready. | No home should be without if ) Every subscriber to the Weckly Times at , ; » q $2.00 a year, when order is received be- JObn J. 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