Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-06-22

the handkerchief from her radiant face, You
make NE love you more BY those words
you have riveted forever the bonds which bind
me TO you
1t was no use. She Doud have him, and
his struggles were vain. It seemed to him
as if Nemisis, in the form of widow, had at
tached herself to his life. 1t was
"Venus toute entiere prote attachee."
And he had nothing left but to resign himself.
Either she could not, or she would not under
stand him one alternative was fatal as the
other.
CHAPTER vI.-ANoTHER LETTER.
man more thoroughly worried and beat
en- never saw than poor Rackt when call
ed on him half an hour after. All his passion
for Mrs Beauchamp seemed vanished, or
rather to have become changed into a savage
irritation. He blamed HIMSELF but, as usual,
the reproaches he heaped upon his own con-
duct were strong in expression but mild in
feeling. 1t was upon her head that the bitter
walls were empted. She was a designing
| hypocrite; demon incarnate. He didn't
know what vices might not be concealed be-
meath that soft exterior. Why did she wish
to marry him why persist in wishing it,
when it was so papable to the dullest mind
that he didn't wish it? He had no wealth TO
tempt her he had no rank; he had no fame
as yet /; he had not anything remarkable in
the way OF personal attractiohs "hdG tueIl
could she see in him 1t was clear she had
some sinister motive. Briggs was better
match, yet Briggs had been thrown overheard?
Why was this Some horrible design must
| be hidden here.
l suggested that lie should write her plain
letter avowiEg that he was by nature unfit for
the quiet OF domestic life, and unequivocaliy
expressing his sense of the mistake which he
had made IN even imagining that he could
settle down. You told her she was beam
of sunshine, and now you can hint to her that
| in an atelier ii is necessary to let the blinds
down to keep the sunshine out
I'll do it, he said; and he sat down to
write. But it is no easy matter to write on
such subjects; still less easy is it to tell
woman whom you have sworn that you adore,
how impossible it is that you can have been i'll
your right senses when you swore 1t. Rackit
thrust his disengaged hand through his re-
dundant locks, bit refectively the end of his
pen, drew figures on his blotting book, but
could not get beyond Ny dear Mrs. Beau
| champ. Presently he rose, and lighted
| cigarette, and then walked up and down the
room, in gloomy meditation Occasionally a
thought seemed to inspire him, and he sat
down but when he came to express the
thought in words, it seemed utterly inappIi-
cable, SO he threw down his pen, and resumed
his walk
Tell fellow what to say he at last said
despairingly to me. And began to help him.
We hammered letter together but it seem
ed so lame and tame that we both felt it would
not do. We tried again, but with no greater
success.
L tell you what it is he exclaimed at
length, Il shall cut and run. I'll pack up and
go to Rome | want to see Rome and when
she hears that have quilted England without
informing her of my intention, it will be a
delicate way of letting her know that I've
changed my mind. She will despise me, per.
haps, and abuse me, for certain but letter
that than thai she should marry me-
Better still, said l. suddenly illuminated
it you were to write her precisely the same
| letter which she wrote to Briggs | remember
| the words perfectly
by George what good idea
She cannot take exceptions to her own sen.
timents in her own words, you know If it
was justfable in her to throw Briggs over as
she did, she can never pretend that you are
I not equally justified and by using her very
/ expressions you escape all cavil.'
Say no n'are. The thing is perfect. john
son, you're genius. ne 1-enS@sht SO be-
| fore Dat IN you comm.h sense amounts TO
! genus
In lew minutes the letter was written,
sealed, and despatched by Bob.
Rackit was row IN an uproarlous state lie
| punched me Ill the rlos, ana called me MS pest
| friend. lie sang at the top OF his voice A che
Ia morte ognora and threw such iervor into I'D
| do, Leonofa, ddd'o, that one might have mag
| lned him to be Marlo-In great coat.
In the very height Of this excitement,
Briggs arrived, face flushed, eyes sparkling,
hair damp with perspiration.
My dear fellows, he said, eXultingly, I'm
SO glad to lind you both here Only think
| you remember that letter showed you from
Mrs. Beanchamp! Well--ns all fam
| It's the hrst OF April! she has been making
April fools of us
" GU don't say so 9
Fact. Look here. When she sent the let
ter here by messenger-the one l read to
! you-she sent tins other to my club: Listen,
and he read aloud, dearest john at the time
l write this note to you, send another, and
very different one, to you by messenger at
Mr. Racklts. Ii that seem lncomprehensible
to you, look at the date and all will be eX-
planned If the date does not enlighten you,
! come for consolation to yours ever affection
ately, EMILY BEAUcHAMP.
congratulated him, and thought that Rack
it also would be overJoyed; but TO my sur
prise read an expression OF deep morllflcatIon
that, glad as he certainly was to have escaped