CHAPTER XX.

THE RIVALS.

Eugénie Rainsford was a very clever young woman, much too clever to

pass her life in the up-country wilds of Australia, and no doubt she

would have left her solitude in some way even had not fortune favoured

her. Luckily, however, fortune did favour her and in a rather curious

way, for a rich sharebroker having seen her, fell in love with her,

and wanted to marry her; she however refused, telling him that she was

engaged to marry Keith Stewart, whereupon he made inquiries, and she

told him the whole story.

He was so delighted with her fidelity to a poor man, that he made his

will in her favour, feeling sure that, as he had no relations, she

would be the most deserving person to leave it to. A carriage accident

killed him six months afterwards, and Eugénie found herself a very

rich woman, with as many thousands as she had pence before.

She took her good fortune very calmly, telling no one about it, not

even her employers; but, after consultation with the lawyer, she sent

five hundred pounds to Keith, with instructions to the bank that he

was not to know where it came from. Then she set herself to work out a

little scheme she had in her head, to find out if he were true to her.

In many of the letters he had written, she had been struck with the

frequent mention of one name, Caprice, and on making inquiries, found

out all about the actress. She bought a photograph of her, and was

struck with the pathetic face of a woman who was said to lead so vile

a life. Dreading lest Keith should have fallen in love with this

divinity of the stage, she determined to go down to Melbourne and see

for herself.

By chance, however, she found in a newspaper an advertisement that

Kitty Marchurst wanted a governess for her little girl, and seeing at

once an excellent opportunity of finding out if her suspicions were

correct, wrote offering herself for the situation.

Kitty on her side remembered the name of Eugénie Rainsford as that of

the girl to whom Keith told her he was engaged, so, curious to see

what she was like, engaged her for a governess at once. Eugénie was

delighted when she received this letter, and, still in the character

of a poor and friendless girl, she left Mr. Chine, the lawyer, to

manage her property, after binding him to secrecy, and came down to

take the situation.

Keith's evident desire that she should not accept the situation made

her all the more determined to do so, and twelve o'clock the next day

found her in the drawing-room of Caprice's house, waiting for the

entrance of her future mistress.

When Kitty entered the room she could not help admiring the handsome

woman before her, and on her part Eugénie was astonished to see the

bright vivacity of the melancholy face, for Caprice's features were

sad only when in repose.

The two women stood opposite to one another for a moment, mentally

making up their minds about each other. Kitty was the first to speak.

"Miss Rainsford, I believe?"

"Yes; I came to see you about--about the situation."

"Governess for my little girl," said Kitty, nodding her head. "Yes, I

want some one whom I can trust."

"I hope you will be able to trust me."

Caprice looked keenly at her, and then burst out into a torrent of

words.

"Yes, I think I can trust you--but the question is, will you take care

of my child--I mean will you accept the trust? You have come from the

country--you don't know who I am?"

"Yes, I do--Miss Marchurst."

"No! not Miss Marchurst--Caprice!"

She waited for a moment to see what effect this notorious name would

have on her visitor, but, to her surprise, Eugénie simply bowed.

"Yes, I know," she replied.

Caprice arose and advanced towards her.

"You know," she exclaimed vehemently, "and yet can sit down in the

same room with a woman of my character. Are you not afraid I'll

contaminate you--do you not shrink from a pariah like me--no--you do

not--great heavens!" with a bitter laugh, sitting down again; "and I

thought the age of miracles was past--ah, bah! But you are only a

girl, my dear, and don't understand."

Eugénie arose and crossed over to her.

"I do understand; I am a woman, and feel for a woman."

Kitty caught her hand and gave a gasping cry. "God bless you!" she

whispered, in a husky voice.

Then in a moment she had dashed the tears away from her eyes, and sat

up again in her bright, resolute manner.

"No woman has spoken so kindly as you have for many years," she said

quickly; "and I thank you. I can give you my child, and you will take

care of her for me when I am far away."

"What do you mean?" asked Eugénie, puzzled.

"Mean--that I am not fit to live with my child, that I am going to

send her to England with you, that she may forget she ever had a

mother."

"But why do this," said Eugénie in a pitying tone, "when you can keep

her with you?"

"I cannot let her grow up in the atmosphere of sin I live in."

"Then why not leave this sinful life, and go to England with your

child?"

Kitty shook her head with a dreary smile.

"Impossible--to leave off this life would kill me; besides, I saw a

doctor some time ago, and he told me I had not very long to live;

there is something wrong with my heart. I don't care if I do die so

long as my child is safe--you will look after her?"

"Yes," replied Eugénie firmly; "I will look after her."

Kitty approached her timidly.

"May I kiss you?" she said faintly, and seeing her answer in the

girl's eyes, she bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Now I must introduce you to your new pupil," she said, cheerfully

overcoming her momentary weakness.

"Wait a moment," said Eugénie, as Caprice went to the bell-pull. "I

want to ask you about Mr. Stewart."

Caprice turned round quickly.

"Yes--what--about him?"

"Does he love you?"

Caprice came over to the fire and looked closely at her.

"You are the girl he is engaged to?"

"Yes."

"Then, make your mind easy, my dear, he loves no one but you."

Eugénie gave a sigh of relief, at which Kitty smiled a little

scornfully.

"Ah! you love him so much as that?" she said half pathetically; "it's

a pity, my dear, he's not worth it."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be angry, Miss Rainsford," said Kitty, quietly; "I don't mean

that he loves any one else, but he's not the man I took him for."

"I don't understand."

"I wouldn't try to, if I were you," replied Kitty significantly. "I

helped him when I first met him, because he saved my child's life. He

came down here, and I liked him still more."

"You loved him?"

"No; love and I parted company long ago. I liked him, but though I do

my best to help him, I don't care for him so much as I did, my dear:

he's not worthy of you."

"That's all very well, but I don't see the reason."

"Of course not, what woman in love ever does see reason; however, make

your mind easy, things are all right. I will tell you the reason some

day."

"But I want to know now."

"Curiosity is a woman's vice," said Kitty lightly "Don't worry

yourself, Miss Rainsford, whatever I know of Keith Stewart won't alter

him in your eyes--now, don't say anything more about it. I'll ring for

Meg."

Eugénie tried to get a more explicit answer out of her, but Kitty only

laughed.

"It can't be anything so very bad," she said to herself, "or this

woman would not laugh at it."

Meg came in quietly, a demure, pensive-faced little child, and after

Kitty had kissed her she presented her to Eugénie.

"This is your new governess, Meg," she said, smoothing the child's

hair, "and I want you to love her very much."

Meg hung back for a few moments, with the awkward timidity of a child,

but Eugénie's soft voice and caressing manner soon gained her

confidence.

"I like you very much," she said at length, nestling to Eugénie's

side.

"As much as mumsey, Meg?" said Kitty, with a sad smile.

"Oh, never--never as much as mumsey," cried Meg, leaving her new-found

friend for her mother, "There's no one so good and kind as mumsey."

Kitty kissed the child vehemently, and then bit her lips to stop the

tears coming to her eyes.

"Mumsey," said Meg at length, "can I tell the lady a secret?"

"Yes, dear," replied Kitty smiling. Thereupon Meg slipped off Kitty's

lap and ran to Eugénie.

"What is this great secret?" asked Eugénie, bending down with a laugh.

Meg put her mouth to Eugénie's ear, and whispered,--

"When I grow up I'm going to marry Keith."

"You see," said Kitty, overhearing the whisper, "my daughter is your

rival."

"And a very dangerous one," replied Eugénie with a sigh, touching the

auburn hair.

Meg was sent off after this, and then Kitty arranged all about the

salary with Eugénie, after which she accompanied her to the door to

say good-bye.

"I'm sorry I put any distrust into your heart about Mr. Stewart," she

said; "but don't trouble, my dear, get him to give up his dissipated

habits, and you'll no doubt find he'll make an excellent husband."

"Ah!" said Eugénie to herself as she walked to the station, "it was

only dissipation she meant--as if anything like that could hurt Keith

in my eyes."

Then she began to think of the strange woman she had left--with her

sudden changes of temperament from laughter to tears--with her

extraordinary nature, half-vice half-virtue, of the love she bore for

her child, and the strong will that could send that child away for

ever from her lonely life.

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