Produced by Heather Clark, eagkw and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) ONLY ONE LOVE Or WHO WAS THE HEIR By CHARLES GARVICE Author of "Claire," "Elaine," "Her Heart's Desire," "Leola Dale's Fortune," "Her Ransom," "Leslie's Loyalty," "Lorrie; or, Hollow Gold," "The Marquis," "Only a Girl's Love," "She Loved Him," "A Wasted Love," Etc. CHICAGO M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY 407-429 Dearborn Street M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY PRINTERS AND BINDERS 407-429 DEARBORN STREET CHICAGO ONLY ONE LOVE Or, Who Was The Heir? CHAPTER I. One summer's evening a young man was tramping through the Forest of Warden. "Forest of Warden" sounds strange, old-fashioned, almost improbable; but, thank Heaven, there yet remain, in over-crowded England, some spots, few and far between though they may be, still untouched by the greedy fingers of the destroyers, whom men call Progress and Civilization. To this grand old forest, for instance, whose dim shades echo the soft pit-pat of the deer and the coo of the wood-pigeon, comes not the tourist, with hideous knapsack and suit of startling check; no panting locomotive belches out its cloud of coal smoke to dim the brightness of the sky and choke the elms and oaks which reared their stately heads before their fell enemy, the steam engine, was dreamt of. So remote and unfrequented is the forest that there is scarcely a road from end to end of its umbrageous length, for the trail made by the rough carts of the woodmen and charcoal burners could scarcely be dignified by the title of thoroughfare, and a few footpaths that wind about the glades are so faint and seldom used as to be scarcely distinguished from the undergrowth of ferny moss around. Along one of the footpaths the young man tramped, occasionally stopping for a moment to look up at the sky which shone redly through the openings of the trees or to watch some frightened hare scamper across the glade. Every now and then a herd of deer would flit through the undergrowth, turning toward him distended eyes of alarm and curiosity, for of the two kinds of men with whom they were acquainted--charcoal burners and woodmen--he was neither; nor did he belong to the tribe of tourists, for he carried no knapsack, and instead of the inevitable check and knickerbockers, was clad in a loose Cheviot suit, which, though well worn, bore about it the unmistakable stamp of Saville Row. That he was young and light-hearted was evident from the fact that he broke out into an occasional snatch of an air from the last new popular _opera bouffe_, notwithstanding that the evening was closing in and he had most completely and emphatically lost his way.