South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1867-12-13

warming her hands.
Am near Burghford, Mrs. Jessup?'
Burghford, pretty? No, that you amt
Chelrnburg is nearer by good half mile
just across The woods aud -"
Yes, know. Do the cars stop there ?
'Ncs, honey. Here now--driuk this cup
o tea, and eat bit O. mush, just to pa: a
color into your cheek. There, I'm sure it
Will strengthen you up bitl
Mrs Jessup. said Amabcl, looking up
with wild, wiatful eyes, what do people 30
when they want to earn their own living g
We'll, to be sure ! calculated the old
women why, honey, thty goes cut to
service, sometimes
'And What else ?
'Wcll, they works in factory sometimes,
and sometimes the book-lcarned ones teach
es school, and sometimes they take in SEWN
Amabcl unused deeply, as she PLAYED
with Mrs. JeSsup's German silver spoon -
The old woman looked with face ofcu
riosity.
do you know what time the cars stop at
Chelnburg, Mrs Jessupl'
Sometime arter six, dear; but
'JhaGA you, Mrs Jcssup; | must 60
now
Wait till Luke comes back, honey coax
ed the CID woman, and he will 90 with you
Amaael Presley shook her head rcsoutcly.
M, must 81 alone You have been
very Kind to me, Goody, have no money
10 give YOU, nor even "a ring, but this haud-
kerchief is very valuable, please keep it for
my sahe !!
And before Coody Jcssup could open
her mouth to rcmons,rate Mrs. Trcsley was
gone, leaving the India handkerchief lying
Ike a snowy cHbwcb Oh the old woman 5
horny palm
Aud some months afterward, when news
came that the stately Australian ship had
been wrecked of 4 cruel coast and not pas
sengor saved alive, the cobweb ikcrchief
floating to the shore, formed i ghas;ly link
between the living and the dead.
Detective Blruum brought it to Maurice
Presley one night, silent and sclf.possess-
cd as ever
From the wreck Of BE Cythcrca, sir.
Maurice started at the delicate embroid-
cry, with Amabel Trcslcy's name in the
wrought shield as if lac had seen ghost.
The Cytherca! Good God aud there
wa' not a suui saved p
Ne sir
But the list Of passengers -?'
Her name was not there. sir. But. of
course she would change it If she desired to
AVOID notice or recognition. | think, sir,
hat handkerchief IS evidence enough.
From that night Maurice wore Grape on
bis hat, and general mourning in his heart.
Tor the child wife whom he had lost. What
ever rcnorse enawcl mt his yitals he kent
to himself. The brief chapter + Amabcis
he was !iuishvd--au her husband closed
the pages of the sorgowful past
Ten years have passed by--tcn long C.
vcntfui ycars-cre we again take up the
thread Of our story.
ne young moon was just beginning To
sIimmer through the purple blue of the mid
summer twilight, and the spice hearted ho-
lcy SucNes filled tie atmosphere with sud
den rpling currents Of fragrance as Mau-
rice Tresioy and Sidney Wiiford paced m
and down the marble paved terrace, their
i"in cigars cleaning through the dusk ike
spots OF FIRE
., you ike Mrs. Cameron 2 said the
latter, inlHerenGy.
she Is the most beautiful woman ever
looked upon" returned TreSlcy, stoppin..
short ~ ms enthusiasm Like the Grand
old European pictures 81 ;Ee Madonna. with
her h"zol brown eyes, and The auburn hair
!not'cd low III her neck. MILFORD you know
The sad history Of MY first marriage my
second, | trust, will bring tue happiness
have 80 long 81 he'd after in vain.
And you are determined 90 marrv my
aunts nursery coyeruessY
u she will trust the precious jowsl Of
Lcr life - my cgre.
why, Tieslcy, | thiul, The browu-eyed
widow has fairly bewi,chcl you. You, tho
lofty aris;ocrat-thc passiouless statue of
ice--H,H, finally, TO succumb TO the pale
face and solemn eyes IT nursery govern.
as5 exclaimed Wiiford, ia genuine as
constituent
q tell you. Wilf,rd,' said Treslev. in low
vehement accents, Chat woman has stolen
my heart avay-my whole being! I low,
Der more Chan Elsiorn dcyotcc ever loved
the i1pi OF bis wor-hip--anl If she rejects
my suit, lifc's sunshine will be gone fJrsy-
or, as far rs ! am concerned
lie turned away and wentinto the house.
leaving Sidney Hiiford to marvel at his
leisure
Mrs Cameron vas sitting By the shaded
light Of a softly burning lamp, with vol
umc open on tue table before her, but she
was MT realizing Very tall, but perfectly
moulded, with superb dark eyes, anil hair.
whose natural wave caught ripples ofTrht
at every motion of The beautiful load
there was something almost royal in tho
stamp o. her great beauty, before which
Maurice Presley whole nature bowed down.
She looked up as Mr. Trcsley entered
and IN spite Of rcsolu.c self control. a Gear.
let tide suifused her pale, lovely face.
The moment had come, TO which she had