Shreveport semi-weekly news. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1865-18??, 1865-10-17
HORACE C,LTMoRPE'S WIFE.
ny AMY RANDOLPH.

The clock had struck ten. Dra-
con Wyman had long sine" been
.nusly tucked up in bed; but his
daughter Alice still sa, in tho ai,tins
room, listening with f-v"risl, eager
n--s for every sound. Suddenly she
.prans up aud went TO the door.
Horace.
A tall, handsome man, with dark
eyes and wavy black hair, dr"opin:
over n forehead smooth and white az
moulded wax. bent car..l-s,ly 10 re-
c~ivr til. kiss that hu't-red on her
lips.
"Th-rc, Alice. thrre-that will do.
You tir" me t" death!
"Do |. Horace, You did not
saw 80 once
IL am sick aud weary of these
absurd demonstrations. DO. pray,
usra little common sense
Alice stood sil-ut "a moment. re-
pressing til. tears that We're brim-
ming over her -y-lids.
-Yon hav. been hunting all day,
dear" -h~ said, trying t" ASSUME n
spshtiy air. 50 You haven't heard
the news
N.ws-n. What news is ther-'"
"Uid Sir. WAYNE IL d~ad-
dead, is he! Are you certain.
.Alic.
Min ani told me so. Oh. lIor-
axe. th-y are all brsk"u hearted
there"
W.T." cares for their broken
h-nrts," exclaimed Horace Cal
thorpe. in a tone Of savage cAul,a-
too. $50 the old man is dead ! dead
II last"
What do yo mean. Horace ?"
"Ncan' N",llns Don't poster
we with your everlasting questions.
Alice. l am not in the most indul-
gent or amiable Of moods tonight.
young lady, as you may chance t"
find out. if you re- not pretty careful
II An, very sorry YOU don't feel
kindly toward m- TO night, Horace.
-aid Alice. with a Quivrrins lip. :. for
-for-l'vr a great favor to AK of
Won. lIoracc-,lcar IIorace-why
will YOU no, publicly acknowledge
o.r marriag-' If you Knew the fall"
position in which it put. me-; thu
misery ! endure; the
"Sii.ucc Horace Calthorpc
rose. with passionate fury. :" hav.
told y"n. often enough. how sick !
AIN Of thcr- pretty hystrrical airs and
crar-s; and now ! want you dis
,inctlv TO understand that ! will toll
erai. them 40 longer. l will ac-
knowl.ds. you a. my Wit. "liena and
where please and if choose n.v-
rr,o acknowledge you. | should like
to know how YOU are going to help
yourself
II. took up the haring light, and
wen, up stairs to tn, room lie occu-
pied. MS "g-u,lcman boarder for
tn. shooting season, leaving Alice a
still picture of white, lnotionless de-
lpair.
He cannot mean it oh. no. he
never. never can mean it " broke II
incoberent syllables from her cold
Inns. as sh. clasped her hands lightly
together, in the awful silence of the
lonely room.
Meanwhile Horace Calthorpe, in
his own apartment, was quietly pack
ing down one or two Indispensable
articles into a small valise, the lamp
light streaming redly on n face that
bore somewhat of dcmoniac eXulta-
ton on its faul,lessly handsome fea-
lures.
Tho Evil Ones own luck, he
mut,cred to himself, hurriedly turn
ing over n bundle of papers. The
certificate here in my own hands
th. old minister dcad-,he only wit
ness killed before Wilmington. The
momcntary fancy had like to have
cost me dear. don't know how /
ever BEGAN. 70 infatuated with her
doll face and red lips; but its all
over now. | can 60 back to New
York. and win my way once more
into Virginia's good grac,s. The
fact is, / never was created to i've o'
love among the mountains. broad
way and ali heircss are certainly my
natural elements. Heigho won
der If | can catch the ten O'Clock
nigh, express. at raudington. IT.
a long walk, and dark, dl-mal sor