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<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> The beautiful bride remained motionless where Howard Templeton had left her until the rich lace curtains parted[Pg 7] noiselessly again and her lawful lord and master looked in upon her. He did not speak for a moment, so beautiful she looked standing still and pale as a statue beneath a tall rose-tree that showered its scented petals down upon her night-black hair with its crown of orange blossoms. No subtle instinct warned her of his presence as it had when that other came. She stood silent and pale, the dark lashes shading her rounded cheek, her white hands loosely clasped before her until he spoke: "Xenie, my darling!" She started and shivered as she looked up. Mr. St. John came slowly to her side and drew her hand through his arm. "My dear, I have been seeking you everywhere. Supper is announced," he said. "I only came here just a little while ago for a quiet minute to myself," she said, apologetically. "Ah! then, you like quiet and repose sometimes," he said; "I am glad of that, for I am not fond of gayety myself, at least not too much of it. I suppose I am getting too far into the sere and yellow leaf to enjoy it, eh, my dear?" "I hope not; sir," she said, making an effort to throw off her preoccupation and enter into the conversation with interest. After the splendid banquet had been served, he led her to a quiet seat and begged her not to dance again that evening. "I am too old to dance myself," he said, "but I am so selfish I want to keep you by my side that I may feast my eyes upon your peerless beauty. Can you be contented with my society, love?" he inquired, giving her a curious look. "I will do whatever pleases you best, sir," she said, with an inward shudder of disgust. "Very well; we will sit here hand in hand like a veritable Darby and Joan, and enjoy each other's company," he said, giving her an affectionate smile. The bride looked at her lord in surprise. She had not known him long, for their marriage had followed upon a brief acquaintance and hurried courtship. Xenie had never thought him very brilliant, and, indeed, she had heard people say maliciously that the old man was getting weak-minded, but after all, the proposition to hold her hand before all that brilliant array of wedding-guests nearly staggered her. She made some plausible excuse for keeping her hands in her own possession, and sat quietly by his side, watching[Pg 8] the black coats of the men and the bright robes of the women as they fluttered through the joyous mazes of the dance. "Do you see the lovely girl dancing with my nephew, Howard Templeton?" he said, to her after a short silence. She looked up and saw Edith Wayland, one of her bridesmaids, whirling through the waltz in the arms of her deadly foe. "Yes," she said, with a kind of stifled gasp. "She's in love with my nephew," said the old man, with a low chuckle of pleasure. "Indeed? Did she tell you so?" asked Mrs. St. John, half scornfully. "Never mind how I found out. It's true, anyhow. And she is a great heiress, my dear, almost as rich as I am. I mean to make a match between her and my nephew." "Do you?" she asked, but her voice was very low and faint, and the room swam around her so that the dancers seemed mingled in inextricable mazes. "Yes, I do; but what is the matter with you, my darling?" he said, looking anxiously at her. "You have grown so pale!" "It is nothing—a headache from the heat of the rooms," she murmured, confusedly, "but go on. You were saying——" "That I am going to marry my nephew to Miss Wayland—yes. She is very rich, and he, well, the poor fellow, you know, Xenie, always expected to be my heir. And now, since my marriage, of course his prospects are entirely altered. He cannot expect much from me now. But I'm going to set him up with a few thousands, and marry him to the heiress. That's almost as well as leaving him my money—isn't it?" he laughed. "I've spoken to Howard about it, and he is pleased with the idea. There will be no difficulty with her, I am sure. Howard was always a lucky dog among the girls." He laughed, and rubbed his withered palms softly together, and Xenie sat perfectly silent, her brain in a whirl, her pulse beating at fever heat. Was this old man, whom she hated because his despotic will had blasted her brief dream of happiness, to despoil her of her revenge for which she had dared and risked so much? And Howard Templeton—was her oath of vengeance of no avail, that fortune should make him her spoiled darling still? The waltz music ceased with a great, passionate crash of melody, and the gentlemen led their partners to their seats. [Pg 9] Mr. St. John resigned his seat to Edith Wayland, and moved away on the arm of his nephew. "What a handsome man Mr. Templeton is," said the lovely girl shyly to Mrs. St. John. The bride looked after his retreating figure with a curl of her scarlet lip. "Yes, he is as handsome as a Greek god," she said, "but then, he is utterly heartless—a mere fortune-hunter." "Oh! Mrs. St. John, surely not," said Miss Wayland, in an anxious tone. "Why should you think so?" "Perhaps it would suit you as well not to hear," said Mrs. St. John, with an arch insinuation in her look and tone. "By no means. Pray tell me your reasons for what you said, Mrs. St. John," said the sweet, blue-eyed girl, blushing very much, and nervously fluttering her white satin fan. "Well, since you are not particularly interested in him, I will tell you," was the careless reply. "I was engaged to Mr. Templeton myself, two winters ago—when I first came out, you know, dear! I suppose he thought I was wealthy, for Aunt Egerton dressed me elegantly, and lent me her diamonds. The summer after our engagement he came to the country to see me, and then he found out my poverty—for I will tell you candidly, Edith, my people are as poor as church mice—and, would you believe it? he went back and wrote me a letter, and told me he could not afford to marry for love—he must have an heiress or none. So our little affair was all over with then, you know." She paused and looked away, for she knew that she had stabbed the girl's heart deeply, and she did not wish to witness the pain she had inflicted. In a moment, however, Miss Wayland exclaimed, indignantly: "Oh! Mrs. St. John, is it possible that Mr. Templeton could have treated you so cruelly and heartlessly?" "It is quite true, Miss Wayland. If you doubt my word I give you carte blanche to ask my aunt, Mrs. Egerton, or even Mr. Templeton himself. You see I have the best reason in the world for accusing him of being a fortune-hunter." The beautiful young girl did not think of doubting Mrs. St. John's assertion, although it caused her the bitterest pain. There was an earnestness in the words and tones of the bride that carried conviction with them. Miss Wayland sat musing quietly a moment, then she said, hesitatingly: [Pg 10] "May I ask if you are friends with Mr. Templeton now, Mrs. St. John?" Xenie lifted her dark eyes and looked at the gentle girl. "Should you love a man that won your heart and threw it away like a broken toy?" she asked, slowly. "I do not believe that I could ever forgive him," said Edith, frankly. "Nor can I," answered Xenie, in a low voice of repressed passion. "No, I am not friends with him, Edith, and never shall be; I am not the kind of woman who could forgive such a cruel slight." Neither of them said another word on the subject, but Edith knew quite well from that moment why Xenie had married Mr. St. John. "It was not for the sake of the money, but simply to revenge herself on Howard Templeton," she said to herself, with a woman's ready wit. And when Mr. Templeton, according to his uncle's desire, offered her his hand and heart, a few days later, expecting to have her for the asking, he was surprised to receive a cold, almost contemptuous refusal. But she dropped a few words before they parted by which he knew plainly that his deadly foe had been working against him, and that her revengeful hand had struck a fortune from his grasp for the second time in the space of a week. <hr class="chap" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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