Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1868-07-08
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"MAunIcE,! Maurice!!'' !!''5s.,' $ = - ~ j
She spoke the soft words twice before
he heard her, aath wistfuf eyes timidly
turned to his face - =. -. -
"What is it ?''
MayIshave the little gray ponies and
ride out on the Templeton Road a.
':Ride out2 No-yes-I wish you
wouldn't tease me, Amy ss$ !''@$ Co.
He spoke harshly, shaking off, her little
hand as if its touch were unpleasant te
,him : and Amabel Tresley turned away,
trying to repress the tears that sprang
involuntarily to herseyes. -
"He does not love me T. she thought.
"Oh, if knew but some spell t0bring
back the old fondness, " : s.s T-~S ct
She,went' slowly out into bright
ante.rocm where the winter sunshine
streamed through: oleanders bopghs. and
swinging trails of passion-vine leaves (foi
the scene of our tale is in the United
States J and great Newfoundland dog
lay winking and blinking in the COLDER
flood. ~ = -. 50 10.
"Nero, you love. me.~ she murmured
throwing herself on the floor, with. one
arm around her canine fayorite' sepeck.
She wassonly archild, this brown-eyed
Anabel Tresley, not yetsiSteen, and she
looked more childlike than ever in her
unconsciously picturesque attitude on the
old rug, With theecHls hanging loosely
about her face, and the irrepressible culver
ensherIips.S But, ,&alt of:a sudden, she
sslanced up witha seanietblush asa shadow
fell acrossthe doorway -, - - %
VA tail, fiir:.hdiired gentleman was stand;
ing there, with his hat in his hand, and an
amused expressionaonrh his. .countenanee.s:
.e4s.Pardona for startling yowsSmy
-dear.little girl, ,"she said, gently,;;Ha' but
have called 70 see Mr.. Tfesley. Is heast
home.?" s,.< g1x ,tzsisG -fa - 1y5soea Ss= !
Amabel stammered some incoherent
sentence about the next room, and the
stranger bowed and passed on =, r.ss. :
Mrs.. Tresley took her embroidery and
sat down under the oleander boughs. AS
she threaded the hair-like needle, q loud,
,derisive laugh from the other room rang
in her ears. @ 1.aS-l7Nss !
''sYour wife? Nonsense, Tresley! That
child?"
81 know have been a foolln returned
her husbands voice, ina tone Of annoy
ance and chagrin.. L was infatuated
.smad-and 9Eowsits is teo &late for repen.
ytfsnce ',cs- =ssrtSscs .st +ssa-an -SS y'+9'
- a5Where,5 did You meet. with herr"
asked thetlanguid, softly.nodulated voice.
~ In New.0rleans-left an orphan at a
great hotel by the death of her father,
alone and unprovided fcf. One could
not but pity her" 7s't.s
..s And pity is akin to. love-" laughed
the stranger, understand your case
completely Tresley. But surely she's
pretty enough'to-suit even your fastidious
TASTE ~,
sA.doh-a. Eapid, wearisome doll! ]"
returned Tresley, impatiently. "And to
think that l am, tied to her for life !'
Then why the deuce Gid you marry
her g" I - i ~
81 tellsyou, 5Rayner, X swassinfatuated
with herSbrown eyes and golden hair !;
and now, when it is too late, i have dis
covered my, mistake.p9 -.s : ssaz &
= Amabel's dizzy senses oomprehended
the conversation no further She had
sat, silent and motionless, every word
burning its, imprint on her heart as if they.
had been live Goals. VI s @'ys -
She sat there nearly an hour, with, her
head dropping onaher sbreast,4 and her
ands'claspedidly onher knees Finally
she rose and went up stairs, with slow,
iaaguid steps. She had entered the room.
q child-she left it a hard, determined
woman. .z.g. !. "a - - Sss
It was almost dark when Maurice Tres
ley came out Of his library. to look for
the little, wife who delighted to. trip Oh.
slf' his erraiids. 22sS. ssS::'zas:ss :
.s'AnaBel al ! Amy y Ba-there was no
-.5S stephenson," he said to the smart
maid who was replenishing the fire with:
coal, ego up TO Mrs. Tresley's room, and.
tell her that Mr.. Rayner will stay to.
dnner.n1zq 5 1 - s4isa - issfe
Half minute later Stephenson came
back.
~ she.is not there, sir.n sss,sgA.
Not there? ?"
- sNc,- sir; and Mary Anne says she
saw Mrs: Rresleygo out, all wrapped up.
two hours ago. 49, - -,ss
sDid she drive the gray ponies'?n"
No, sir, she went on foot And please,
sir, here's-a bit-of paper Itoapd on her
dressing cases with your name, on the
outside 49, .l5sessA 80 *.
TresIeyopeped the note witha contract
ed brow But there was somethingain
the penciIed lines chat blanched his cheek.
ssIknow now that youare weary of me !;
had | known it before, you would sooner
have been relieved of the. burden'of my
presence. Forget me-and try to return
to the old dme before you ever saw 81.
49,. T.s4 : - e ,.,s@s AMADEL. "
That was all. Maurice Tresley smiled
bitterly ., .s,.e,z sa. : +-ss..
80 a mere childish pet,n' he nlnrmured.
" She viii be back, halffrightened out of
her senses, as soon rs it grows dark. 1t
is untortunate, hogeyeri thstsshe. should
have overheard that ,unllcky converse.
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sIt is. Of no use, sic, said the gray
haired emissary ofthe police, shaking
the snow from his greatrcoat. We have
inquired everywhere, but the clue fails
ns AT the boat.landipg, But excuse ,ue.