Smyrna times., 1862-05-08
SELECT STORY.
AN EVERYDAY TRAGEDY.

The stormy December night was closing
darky over the city, aud the ra pidiy descending
snow seemed to ill the air with wilderness of |
whrlIng white plumes.
But Mrs. TrevOr's boudoir, with its luxurious |
appointment and cheerful fire, seemed almost |
like bit of summer light and warmth of the |
midst of this dresry December twilight.
Ellen Hope, the pale young seamstress. had
just fnIded up the costly satin dress on which
che had been working all day, and was putting
90 her faded brown bonnet 10 depart when Mrs
Trevor herself swept in.
q" What! gong already, child! Be sure and
come early tomorrow morning, for | am in a
great hurry about that Dress"
Yes, madam" said Ellen, still lingering,
however, as it che expected something more
But Mrs. Trevor went on tosslag over the
trIdes on the cenre-table, as if 10 eager search
for some missing toy, and after a minutes hesi-
taton, she added:
Ii you please, ma'am, am in a great
hurry this eVenlng-would it be convenient
for you 10 pay me for the days work now!
mot tonight, child !" said Mrs. Trevor,
turning sharply around you act as though
you imagined | was going TO cheat you out of
your wages! Perhaps 1 may give it you to.
mOrrow, but don't annoy me now !"
An expression of keen disa ppointment came
over the girls face, but she turned away and
LETT the room without word, while Mrs. Tre.
EUr continued her sea rch, throwing the cleaning
jewels and costly slabaster ornaments ilther
and thILher with reckless haste.
Apparently the investigation was vain for
ct length she sprang hurnedly towards the
dOor. as # TO call back Ellen, and then, remem.
beTing that the glr had been gone some time,
she stopped, aud stood two OF three minutes il
deep thought.
Dir Trevor was sitting before the drawing
room hre, red SILK handkerchief thrown over
his bald head. and his slippered feet poised on
the fender, in bllssfnl enjoyment of the evening
paper. On he inland table beside him, stood
glass decanter containing dark red wine,
aud IN one hand held tiny engraved goblet
as' iuil OF The same rosy liquid. 10 short, Mr..
Trevor was taking solid comfort after the
ntini teVer OF a day in Wall street.
well my Gear, said the gentleman
IsE"y' as his better haf's fOotstep crossed the
threshold. bot as he glanced uo and csuoh, ,ht
peculiar expression of her countenanee. he sal
down the unfinished draugh,, exclaiming
Good heavens! Sarah, what ia the mai
ter F'
=" My diamond ring, Chures-the sOli,ar
diamond, you know"
"What of il"
I" IL Is gOne--stolen--and | have too muc
reason to think that Ellen Hope mas take
IT,"
!" Nonsense, my DEAR said Mr.. Trevor, VIII
had i'sen aud began to pace up and down III
room would as soon suspect yourself ,
such thing! Why, Ellen is innocence an
purity itself"
$50 ] always thOUeht-so should hsv
SFId' answered Mrs. Trevor; but the dll
mond riog lay on the table in my boudoir tn
morning; two of the servants saw il there ais
and II 10 gone. Ellen is the only persc
beside myself who has entered the room sine
and observed that she was unusually pertuEb,
when she went away. Charles, am sure th
she has taken il %
Trevor walked up and down the apartme
with hurried, angry foots,eps--his wife lea n
against the mantal, patIlng her tiny satin eli
per on the tloors aud awaiting his final d
eision. &