Shreveport semi-weekly news. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1865-18??, 1865-10-17


! ted man of the world.
Ozone! 1t cannot be possible: he
never would leave me! Gone! with.
out n word or sign!"
Poor. young, deserted wife! it was
a bitter cup for those ruby lip. to
taste; but when the last dregs wer.
drained. there wns something in the
draught that turned her gentle nature
to gall and wormwood! Alic. Wy
man had been meek, shrinking,
sensitive child; Alice Cath, rpe was
an av.nging Nemesis.
Upon the whole, my dear, think
it's altogether the best thing You
could have done. Grov.dnl. Is dull ;
there's no denying that, and since
| it's absolutely necessary for you to
earn n living, New York is the best
place to do it m
| Honest Mrs. Truman lustled 10
and fro, between her shining black
! loaded stove and the littl. round
table. where he was depositing cups,
sauc.r-, and queer, old fashioned sill.
Yer teaspoons, with raised roses on
their handles. While Alice Cal
thorpe sat by the window, wonder
ing vaguely it she should ever b-co,n,
used to tn. ccas.less thunder of on
nibus, cart, and carriage, or if I'll.
heavy vaporous smok. would ever
change to blue, delicious atnos-
pherc, like that which hung over tn.
mountains Of Grovedale
And all the time. close TO her beat
ing heart, lay the one dear to her new
life; the scrap of a torn, uncompleted
letter. with "|irginia Cl-ving,on
cnrrlcssly pencilrd again and again
on the margin
Virginia ClcvinSton! Som. un-
,nistakabl. instinct in her wornan's
heart told her that this was III" rival
who had stolen away her husband
perhaps u:consciously. yet none tn.
less sure Y and certainly. Virginia
Cl-vingt,n she would find, though
she persisted in the search.
"And what are you going to do.
my drar!" questioned the good Gro
v-rdalc neighbor, who was now dom
iciiiat.d III the great, thr"bhing heart
of New York. "Ire found dress.
making to pay. pretty tol-rably well,
and | wouldn't recommend gov TN
-s-in'. Folks care sight more for
the nutsid..s of their heads than thu.
inside. faint hard work. and it,
s-n,-el, too. or-blcss me, what am I
tLinkin' about, when | heard of a
capital chance only yesterday. -
Would YOU oh i-ct to BEN 4 kind o
companion! Not exactly Il lady's
maid. but more exclusive like
A!ic. looked dr-arly up; she had
scarcely heard Mrs. Truman's tio"
of words.
For" went on tn. worthy woman.
Miss Clcvington's dr"ss'nak"r wa-
here to tea last night, and she told
Observation-Disclosures Cl.vinc:on-''
Alice was att.u;iv. enough now.
Sl. had risen to her feet with white.
-icklv -ag-rn---, clinSinG to Mrs.
Tru,nan's hand. a. shipwr.cked
mariner clugs to a floating drift of
sea weed.
Yes, do YOU know herr"
II have heard of her YES. have
heard OF her. l should Xix" 20 he
Miss Cl-vinStou' companion. "hrr"
does she liv-l Let us go to her at
once,"
Not till you'v. had n cup of tea.
dear" said Mrs. Truman. secretly
beginning to b.lirv" that travel and
excitement had unsettled the pale
"i---D. vcs-lrt us 90 no'c,
pleaded Alice. beginning, with quiz
.rins hands, to Ii. her bonnet strings.
Som. on: else may hav. got the
situation. II should like =" much
to be lady's maid to Miss Clevington.
DO YOU think she will accept my
services, Mrs. Truman ;"
"Oi course she will" said the old
lady. bridling up a little. Ny re-
commentators worth something.
though | say i, myself And if you
are in such a powerful hurry, why,
| can put the tea back an hour or 80
Only brush your hair. dear. and pray
don't look SO ghastly pale
Virginia Clevington had just come
in frona driv.--coln" in with cheek
tinted like "A ripe peach. and her
brown hair tossed about by the fresh
wind, and stood there, with Il Chan
tilly lace shawl dropping over her
shoulders. and the little pink gloves
halt pulled from her fairy fingers, I
lovely picture Of giili,h beauty in its
prime Yet not more beautiful to
look at than the pale girl who was
sewing in the shadow of the emerald
silk curtains. Only over one had
sw, p, the equinoctial tempests Of
lii.'s sharpc>t grief, while the other