A Mad Love. Charlotte M. Brame

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      "We will discuss what you like, Frank, but you must not touch the young lady's name, we will leave that out of the question."

      "You have asked me to be the witness of your marriage," said Sir Frank, "and that entitles me to speak my mind. I do speak it, frankly, honestly, plainly, as I should thank God for any friend to speak to a brother of my own if he felt inclined to make a simpleton of himself."

      "I call myself a sensible man to marry for love, not a simpleton," said Lord Chandos grandly.

      "My dear Lance," said his friend, "you make just this one mistake; you are not a man at all, you are a boy."

      He stopped suddenly, for the young lord looked at him with a defiant, fierce face.

      "You must not say that again, Frank, or we shall be friends no longer."

      "I do not want to offend you, Lance; but you are really too young to think of marriage. Your tastes are not formed yet; that which pleases you now you will dislike in six or ten years' time. I assure you that if you marry this farmer's niece now, in ten years' time you will repent it in sackcloth and ashes. She is not fit, either by manner, education, or anything else, to be your mother's daughter, and you know it; you know that when the glamour of her beauty is over you will wonder at your own madness and folly. Be warned in time."

      "You may as well reason with a madman as a man in love," said the young lordling, "and I am in love."

      "And you are mad," said Sir Frank, quietly; "one day you will know how mad."

      Lord Chandos laughed.

      "There is method in my madness. Come, Frank, we have been such friends I would do anything you asked me."

      "I should never ask you to do anything so foolish, Lance; I wish that I had not given my word of honor to keep your secret; I am quite sure that I ought to send word to the earl and countess at once; I cannot, as I have promised not to do so, but I regret it."

      "My dear Frank, nothing in the world would stop me; if anything were done to prevent my marriage now, I would simply await another and more favorable opportunity; my mind is made up. I love the girl with all my heart, and she, no other, shall be my wife. If you refuse to act for me, well and good; I shall find some one else."

      "If you would but be reasonable, Lance," said his friend.

      "I am not reasonable. When did you ever see reason and love go hand in hand together?"

      "They should do so always, and do, when the love is worth having."

      "Now, Frank, I have listened patiently; I have heard all that you have had to say; I have weighed every argument, and I remain unconvinced. You have but to say whether you will do this to oblige me or not."

      "If I do it, remember, it is under protest, Lance."

      "Never mind what it is under, if you only promise."

      "I promise, to save you from greater risk, but I do it against my will, my reason, my good sense, my conscience, and everything else."

      Lord Chandos laughed aloud.

      "You will forget everything of that kind," he said, "when you see Leone."

      And the two friends parted, mutually dissatisfied.

      CHAPTER VIII.

      THE PROPHECY

      "A very impatient young man," said the good old vicar. "No man in his senses would want to be married before ten in the morning. I call it unchristian."

      Good old Mr. Barnes had been roused from his early slumbers by the announcement that the young man had come to be married.

      Married, while the early morning sun was shining, and the birds singing their morning hymn.

      He was almost blind, this good old vicar, who had lived so long at Oheton. He was very deaf, and could hardly hear, but then he did not require very keen sight or hearing at Oheton; there was never more than one marriage in a year, and funerals were very rare; but to be called before nine in the morning to perform the marriage ceremony was something unheard of. He had duly announced the bans, and no one had taken the least notice of them; but to come so early, it was positively cruel.

      Others had risen early that morning. Leone had not slept well, for this July morning, which was to bring such mingled joy and sorrow to others, was a day of deepest emotion to her.

      Her love-dream was to be realized. She was to marry the ardent young lover who swore that he would not live without her.

      She had thought more of her love than of the worldly advantages it would bring her. She had not thought much of those until they stood, on the evening before their wedding-day, once more by the mill-stream. It was bright moonlight, for the smiling summer day was dead. It was their farewell to the beautiful spot they both loved.

      "I am so glad," said Lord Chandos, "that we can say good-bye to it by the light of the moon. I wonder, Leone, when we shall see the mill-stream again? I have a fancy that the pretty water has helped me in my wooing."

      As they sat there the wind rose and stirred the branches of the alder-trees. In some way the great wavy masses of dark hair became unfastened, and fell like a thick soft veil over Leone's shoulders. Lord Chandos touched it caressingly with his hand.

      "What beautiful hair, Leone – how thick and soft; how beautiful those wavy lines are – what makes them?"

      "A turn of Dame Nature's fingers," she replied, laughingly.

      "I should like to see diamonds shining in these coils of hair," he said. "Leone, one of the first things we must do to-morrow when we reach London, is to buy a very handsome traveling-dress. I have written to-day to my father to ask him to meet us at Dunmore House."

      She repeated the words.

      "Where is Dunmore House?" she asked.

      "I forgot," he said, "that all places so familiar to me are strange to you. One of my father's titles is Baron Dunmore, and his London residence is called Dunmore House. We shall meet him there to-morrow, and then you will be my wife."

      For the first time she realized what an immense difference there was in their positions. She glanced at him in sudden fear.

      "Lance," she said, "shall I seem very much out of place in your home, and among your friends?"

      "My darling, you would grace any home," he replied; "mine has had no fairer mistress in all the generations it has stood."

      "I am half frightened," she said, gently.

      "You need not be, sweet. Before this time next year all London will know and admire the beautiful Lady Chandos."

      "It seems a long leap to take in life," she said, "from being Farmer Noel's niece to bear the name of Lady Chandos."

      "You will grace the name, Leone," he replied. "I shall be the proudest man in England – I shall have the most beautiful wife in England. This is our last separation, our last parting; after this, we need never part."

      He stooped down and caught some of the running water in his hand.

      "A libation," he said, as he poured it back again. "I СКАЧАТЬ