Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-05-27

made nv heart leap to- my throat. 1t was no
other than that of Abilene Monili. Beside
her in the carriage, sat middle-aged lady,
and young man, of thirty or there about. l
glanced at his face, Heavenly Father 1t was
that Of my dead, lost lover, who had rescued
me from The burning Hotel Grande, in Italy.
How came he here? Why was Abilene Mo-
Mill beside him were questions asked by
my whirling brain, but receiving no answer
from my heart, or reason. All the wild first
love of my !. life rushed over my heart in a
fearful. torrent, which threatened to- sweep
reason from its throne. AS I became calmer
| could see it all, Athlene's' evident hurry to
get rid of me, her evasion of all my. ques-
tions concerning the man who had beriled
his life to save mine, and who had whispered
passionate words of love, and undying afec-
ton in that terrible hour ofimpending death.
Her absence from my apartment, during the
greater portion of the time; her anxiety lest
some other person should gain admittance to
my room; her evident pre- occupation OF mind.
All, all combined, went far to prove to my
mind, that my lover had not been killed, az
she had pretended. readily OWNED that
she had loved my unknown, and taken means
! to separate us. How blind how blind !
Then jealousy whispered that If nv lover had
truly loved me, as his word told, be could not
have so soon forgotten me, and the thought
of him, as the husband of Abilene, turned
my heart to ice. longed for some means of
making myself known to him, that might
reproach him with my presence / would
speak no word to him, but my eyes should
express the grief and agony Of my soul. I
endeavored to fiud reason for the presence
of Abilene with my lover. But / sternly
told my heart that only as his wife, would
she be beside him in his native land. /
seemed suddenly to have own old, and hard,
and iceike. Ey the memory of the pure
life, and death of the man whose name
bore, failed to melt my mood and believe
me, when say, that in that one hour of jeal-
Gus love, | experienced more of real agony,
than ..-hen my heart bled for the early death
of the noble Arthur Maryland; could now
analize my feelings toward him. When ut.
terly triendless, he had befriended me, and
shielded me from the cold, busy world. His
wealth had kept me from need, his inhucrce
and position, from .reproach. lie had loved
me, idolized me, and out Of gratitude for his
kindness, and pity for his dying state, had
consented to put aside the love that might
have made my life a dream of glory. and give
him plying tenderness for undying love. His
death had thrown deep gloom over my life,
and naourned rs one who has seen the last
link of love and friendship broken. [ asked
myself, . How would it have been had been
the wife, of living Arthur Maryland, and met
the man who had saved M life, with Abilene
Monilli2" How could l answer. We know
not how we shall act, when the hour Of trial
comes, until experience teaches US.
Resolved to learn something of the strange
appearance of my unknown, with Abilene
MorilI, l sought the apartment of Mrs. May
the moment of my entrance, waiter brought
up the card of q fashionable city lady, with
whom my mother-in-.aw had been acquainted
several years. We returned to the parlor,
and after few moments Of coavefsation with
ther est, sbfh observed: - tsz--.-.i4.-,-..
g. saw Mrs. Seymour pass in her carriage
few moments ago. Her son Clifton Sey-
mour is one of the finest looking men in the
city. You have travelled in Italy; perhaps
| you have met the young Mrs. Seymour. She
was beautiful Italian lady of rank"
Nv mother in-law disclaimed any such ac-
ouaintance, and asked if the visitor could
tell her name.
"Athlene; I think have heard MIS-. Sey-
mour call her: Shall you attend the fesilvi-
ties on the Fourth / learn that there is to
be grand display"
1 heard no more, for my brain was in
fearful whirl.. My worst suspicious had been
confirmed. My lovers name was Clifton
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Abilene MonilE. Thankful when our lady
like visitor had departed, pleaded aweari-
ness, and retired tony room.
That evening we were engaged to appear
at the house of q mutual friend, and glad o.
anything to divert my mind, at the appointed
hour was dressed. Despite my heart-ache
I had never made more careful toilet, and
something had whispered that should mecl
Abilene Monilli there. AS surveyed myself
il, the mirror before leaving the house for the
carriage, smiled as saw the reflection there
1 had never looked rore brilliant. My dress
was stylish and elegant, my diamonds perfect
and my face-well / was proud to meet the
beautiful Abilene, that was enough. Scarce
!. ly speaking during the short ride. from the
hotel to.thc house of our friend, felt thu
glow of my cheeks and the glitter Of my eyes
as resolved to- let my former lover know al
my scorn of. his faithlessness,- and cyet;speal
not cne word to him. He, should Introduce
y Abilene Monilli to me, as his wife, Tha
should be humiliation enough for him, but
would it not be triumph for her. 1t was as
had anticipated; Clifton Seymour, his mother
and Abilene were there before US. | say
him at the first instant Of nay entrance to th
room. He was conyersing with Q gentleman
f Of my acquaintance, belonging to the city.
!. saw his look Of profound astonishment, as b
: glanced at me saw his face blanche to tn
: hue Of the snow drop, AS turned from m
hostess, my eyes met his, and smiled an
bowed slightly, and passed SO closely to hin
, that my dress swept his feet. He instanh
turned to the gentleman beside him, and
heard him say:
aror Gods sake Burton, is that Agne
Mertou2" .,.-..,,.,-.-
"No indeed; that is the charming Mrs.
Maryland /; shall present you?" Burto
, answered. ,.-s..l
| saw the CLEAN of light fade from the fac
: Of Clifton Seymour, and his lips closed as
5 to shut out all kindness forever. Yet b
: moved to my side, and in answer to the il
PRODUCTION of Mr.. Burton, said:
"Have we not met before, Mrs. Maryland
There was but commonplace meaning
question, yet to me it brought a scene of te
e ror: young girl clasped in the arms of
l brave man, who bore her through smoke an
r fire, whispering 10 her Of q love, as deatble'
d as eternity, and listening for her answerin
g voice. Yet knew there we're eyes upon u
q and I answered: 4.a. a, ~.
GYour face is indeed familiar to me, yet
!, ! was unable to recall the name by which Iha
= l,ro,rr Won u i,..t