The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1866-12-08
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hby 'hs said
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81 up lhr wiIk aud 4 second anu
wttd Burt Athtrton appeared In lh,
du0r
j hore yon have not incommodo,
yontsolf " said Hyrnc, hnughiIly.
My horse throw me, and 1 IA,
stunned for half an hour. That |,
my ohly excuse"
lie watched her facc ns lie spol .
g .ee u she really cared whether i,
had been killed OF not.
The slightest pcrccpiiblc chang,
crept into Il, aud the hnuphiincss wa,
quite gone from her voice az she nn.
swcrcd him,
ii am very sorry You are suffer.
my now, | fear. You will not think
Of going tonight"
u promised Arthur would bring
YOU"
But il il is necessary | can "a
alone. Indeed | bud intended to do
50 before yuu came"
"Pcrhaps you had rather" Burt
said, his voice changing, as Jealous
pang shot through his heart.
"lt is quite immaterial to me-" she
answered coolly.
She knew well that there was little
danger Of his remaining at home, for
no slave WAS ever more surely in the
power OF his mnster than was Burt
Atherton in the power of Byrnc
MouIton. lie had intended quite an-
other thing when he first sought her
presence, but his sob,r purposes had
all vanished before her beautiful, ias.
cinating face,
just year before, his cherished
rlrnd, Arthur Falmouth, had wor-
'l'iI ed at the same shrine, had thrown
lown gladly all the wealth of his
proud Young heart at Byrne MouI-
.on's fe', only To have it spurned
from her like worthless thing. In
the agony of his first knowledge he
had ours d her most bitterly, but af-
ter a six months absence in foreign
lauds, he had returned, sick and dy-
ing, his physicians said, and-love
will stoop to such humiliaiions he
had beggel Burt Athcrton to find
her out an beseeching her forgiven
ess for his cruel words, ask her to
come aud let him look upon her face
once more before he died.
Burt Atherton had vowed vengeance
against the woman who could ~ tri-
ne with one Of the noblcst Of hearts,
bu; he had forgotten that weeks ago |;
and, but for bis promise, it is doubt
ful whether he would have been the
means in the slightes, degree Of a
meeting between her and her old
lover again. Not that he had much
TO fear from dying man. But
somehow there was different look
in her eyes than he had ever seen
before. Could it be that she had
loved Arthur Falmouth? lie would
not believe il.
The moonlight shone full upon
them as they glided over the water.
How radianily beautiful Byrno look
ed. Burt felt her presence like an
inspiration. He could not remember
how cruel she had been hecould not
believe il Of her, and at any rate,
cruel or not cruel, all he asked was
TO win her for his own. lie believed
she would vet be his. Surely she
must love him. Had no, her eyes
said it a hundred times? There
never hal been half tears in them
for him, rs there was now; bnt she
was donbtlc,s thinking Of Arthur,
and repcntenl for her sin in the mat
ter, if there had been any. How
glad he should be to keep all tears
away { om her ewes forever!
lie had ample time to think, for
noil in was said until they landed
oh tie other side Of the bay, and
were quite at Falmouth's door.
+ n Burt asked Byane if h. should
accompany her into Artbur'sroom.
Certainly she answered, aud
ey went in together.
In long room ornameuted with
rare paintings, and costly, fragrant
flowers, sitting before an open fire,
was Arthur Falmouth, the one they
8 nglh. IL rose ierbly, as they
te ri, and giving his hand silently
20 each, sank again into his chair,
y Il covered his face.
Burt went back into the far end Of
the loon and leii them alone.
II was hard telling what Byrne's
ioughts were. Evidently her inten.
ions had changed since looking up
~ her old lovers form. Her face
WIS a puzzle. Burt could see !. fro ~
where he sat, and the look upon Il
made him tremblc, although be c,ull
ut analyse II.
She went up to Arthur, and laid
.er hand softIy upon his forehead.
odd he tell you | begged forgive
ic-s, Byrne" he said, dropping his
ands. II ". hss'y, hut : dyins