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Idele’s Trial

by Caroline Conrad

A party of three were walking in the garden. Madame Fanshawe came first. She was a very little old lady, and would have made you think of a fairy, with her gold headed cane, her glittering puffs of white hair, her black eyes, bright as diamonds, her long hooked nose, her sharp curving chin.

The young lady with her had a face like some rich-hued tropical flower; the lips scarlet and sweet; the lovely dark eyes shining. She had a yellow rose in her black hair, and another at her belt.

The third person was a gentleman about twenty-eight, rather pale, but very handsome and haughty looking.

The three had just left the breakfast-table, and come out together for a stroll in madame’s lovely rose garden.

The young gentleman was madame’s son; the young lady was her adopted daughter. The son by blood, and the daughter by adoption, were to be married in a few weeks.

Madame was not pleased that it should be so, but her son was his own master; and, after all, though she did not know who her parents were, Idele was a girl to be proud of. So she submitted with seeming good grace.

Madame was the first to discover something unusual and strange in the path ahead of them, and hastening on with the aid of her gold-headed staff, reached it before the others, who were gazing into each other’s eyes, came up.

What madame had discovered was the body of a youth of perhaps fourteen, terribly deformed, but having a beautiful face and fair, curling hair. He was clothed in a gay velvet suit, trimmed with lace, and wore scarlet hose, and handsome shoes, with shining… Read More