Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-04-22

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pipes that had been left scattered on 3 side
table. : &c + can't think what sent him away SO
suddenly, poor fellow" ~ -, :,
=, J. did not speak i. dared not tell her Mrs
John'sremarksthen So I-sat, idly looking
from the window. sand Lydia busted herself
with, the dressing table. There were some
papers there, left all, together just as theyhad
been sorted out to take. Mr.. George must
have gone off in hurry at last, aud 80 have
forgotten them. Lydia looked through them
+listlessly, saying, aPerhsps T must send them
on" Suddenly her hand stopped turning the
+ crisp leaves, and an exclamation burst from
her lips. / rose and looked ever her shoulder
In her hand. .sheV held q small square paper
that might,on have been a leaf i'm sketch
book. On it a girls head, had been, roughly
drawn in pencil. The hair waved off the
temples, the eyes looked up anxiously, plead.
'ingly The lips were silently apart. Round
the throat little ribbon was tied, and on the
ribbon hung gsaF small locket. Beneath the
drawineJthe letters ID. c." were written, and
these two words, "Kyrie .Eleison." Tt was
not az artist's sketchr;l it wasthe drawing OF
a hand that loved. Lydia held upthe sketch,
and placed. her finger on the looking glass be:
fore us. The reflection was reproduced in
the sketch. I turned away, forit was my own
reflection that I saw, and was sorry to have
stumbled on another of his secrets, But my
heart bounded, and new life seemed to come
to'mysoal. Lydia put her arm round me me-,
and kissed me. q; <a#as'a ~ iss
,."My dear,sa red rose mind, a-full, rich
crimson rose, from the second standard In lie
large conservatory, and. your. long white
DRESS" - sslse..1-.i s.; ii
1t was Lydia that spoke; she had come to
bid me good by for the afternoon. She vas
called from home, she said. must excuse
her and try to amuse myself A bright bloom
was on her cheek, and she looked quite young
again, though she was dressed sobcry in black
with only violet ribbon to relieve it. These
delicious hours of solitude, if solitude it could
be called No, no! it was life new life! a
holy future; in o sweet uncertainty and shad-
owy brightness. One figure, one face, in q
thousand reflections, precuded the idea Of
solitude. was companioned BY the future.
The evening came SO quickly. | must dress
for Lydia's return. The rose was plucked. 1
was fastening it in my hair when she came
softly to my room. She had BEEN crying,
though evidently she tried to compose herself.
e sMy DEAR" she said, drawing me down to
the sofa at her side, "do you think we are re,
sponsible for the evil we unconsciously bring
on others?"
=" Certainly not" said I, my mind going to
George and his mistake.
She lent her head on nv shoulder, and a
tear dropped on my hand, as she whispered
"I have done you real wrong. have
been Judas to you, and betrayed you by a
kiss!"
did not know myself or my weakness /;
actually 1 was i'll. Mrs. Murray and Mrs.
John thought had taken cold. Lydia knew
differently. She kept my secret and nurscd
me kindly. When was recovering she told
me it was Miss Clester's portrait ]. had seen /;
D. c. was not Dora Christensen, but Delicia
Chester. 1t was my resemblance to Miss GheS
ter that had brought me so.much notice from
Mr.. Murray. Ihntod myself for tho mistake,
and my hatred only increased ,the.eyil. gsf OF
weeks lay i'll at The Meadows.
LYDIA would blame herself for showing me
the portrait. But We both felt that there Is
mystery in seouence-circumsta must FOL.
low circumstance. One link cannot be sev
cred in The chain of fate. And the weary
DAYS of illness and couvalescnce passed on,
and after time my mother took Inc across
the channel to Dieppe. We were en- route
for Geneva, but was weak, and we waited
at Dieppe for q few days to rest. We used to
watch the steamers come in. 1t was the au-
tun,n, and there were not q great many pas
senpers. As the boat neared the shore the
day before we intended to leave, l recognized
n pair of dark eyes looking upht me. MIR.
George Murray was on board. | tainted
When recovered, Lydia was, bending over
me, and though we were in an open carriage
in the public road, she kissed me as she said
"Silly girl!'
We did notleavc Dieppe that day. In the
evening Lydia and walked out together, to
have a chat, shc said, about old times; but
that was scarcely her intention, for when we
were alone together she was unusually silent
We were on the pier. sat down to rest and
Lydia with some unintelligible excuse, left me
leaned against the parapet, watching boat
come in. The tide was dead ahead; the wint
only cross wind, so the task Of bringing her
in was not an easy one. 1t was only fish
inc boat with four men in it. Each had al
oar {; STILL as they passed the crucifx at ei
ther side, each raised his hat and signed th'
cross upon his breast, and seemed to breathe
"Do they lose or gain by that act? ?''
I started so when L hear the question. l
was Mr.. Murray whoput it.
"They lose wave," said /. Is ques
ton" .- 1''',
"They believe they gain. 1t may be super
stition, still l think their. is some realit.
in their idea. The loss is gain. The boa
is triAe longer-each man is nearer TO M
home" ,.; rsr
I did not understand, for my; brain wa
stupid, and l felt ashamed at seeing hin
again: but he said no more about the boa
or the men, though we watched them out Q
sight. Then lie sat down ut my side. ltel
his brown eyes on me; but what passed mex
/ can never write. 1t is only for him an
me-. The minutes passed on, each 9earin
away pain from my heart. lie told me h
mad come to Dieppe on purpose to SEQ me
and with the remainder of his llic endeayc
to Danish the remembrance Of the mistak
that had cost him so much. And l coul
only weep and weep, till Lydia came back
put his hand in mine, and ask if / would
her sister. =,
It is all told now. A month after we lei
Dieppe, and we're married by special licens
before lie took me home to The Meadows Q
-. IL Ms Murrv uaq r1od TO welcOm