The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1869-11-24

ution. She looked at the sparkling
ing and saw ease, comfort, protcc-
tion; on the other side was only lone
illness and toll. The alternative that
should have been was not. The SOL
der lover had proved false; the man
she did love had forgotten her; the
romance was ended, and hero was o
blank, but for this now episode.
She looked at herself in the mirror
as sbo daily brushed out the waves of
her hair and saw how the rose had
faded upon her check in the last year,
and how the shadows seemed to have
gathered around her eyes.
"Martin will come back some day
in shoulder straps and spurs, with o
wife on his arm, and shall be such a
pale shadow that he will even wonder
that he ever called me pretty," she
thought, and pride strengthened King
| mans cause.
When he came, the girls promiae
was gained without difficulty.
She seemed to lose herself after
that. The novelty of her position
gave her now existence. 1t was so
ftrange to have anything worth caring
tor but the old wearing thought, Mar
sin. Rolls of rich goods appeared il.
her room flowers and billets accom-
panied them. Tapped in the velvet
cushions of luxurious coupe she
rolled out of tho dingy oity into the
free breath of the country, where the
blue birds had come and the skies
were growing with the spring.
She was young-not ready, after
all to give lifo for you. 1t was 80
pleasant to be taken care of; wealth
brought so much that was gratifying.
She drove Lloyd Kingman to u
olergyman's house one evening-was
then made wife. Then the horse's
head was turned to splendid hotel,
whe-s luxurious suite of rooms were
J rro7ided for two rainy days.
i He was her husband. She tried to
realize it as he shut the rosewood be.
hiud them, and quietly took off the
wrappings which had protected her
from the murky night. He drew
cushioned chair before the glowing
CRATE.
"Sit down, love, and get warm. T
will be back in moment"
In sort of dream she saw him
go out. Slowly che glanced about the
exquisite room. Velvet carpet, snowy
draperies, glowing faces upon the can
vass, the wreath of glittering lights,
suspended from the corniced ceiling,
showed she smiled. The warmth was
luxurious the place seemed smiling
upon her.
Nearly M hour had passed, and
Kingman did not return.
She rose at last, passed softly to
window, and looked.
The street was bright with gas
The crowd surged to and fro beneath it.
ooh God!" she cried suddenly.
She turned, and then snatched her
cloak from the couch, and fed hastily
from the room.
She filtered down the broad stairs,
and, out at the entrance into the chill
ly night. She CROSSED the street un-
der the heads of dashing horses, and
knew nothing but the Il Q face beyond
--Martin's face, pale, and sad, and
distracted, as he slowly walked. She
IN ust look ut him-speak to him. In
a moment moro she had gained the
curb reached out, and graspcd his
arm.
He startled, clasped her hand, and
drew her aside.
"Martin ~
"Madge, my darling.'
For her face was pale and wild and
pitiful, upturned to his. He flung the
folds of his cloak about her as they
stood in the shadow, and drew her
shivering form close to his side. She
stretched her little hand up to his
face, forgetting the jewel upon it,.
"Martin, whero have you been so
very longl'
"In Camp Chase Madge."
"Then you did not forget me 7"
"Forget you7 Oh, my chiId!"
Lips to lips, and she wife!e
She remembered then; turned to
SEQ her husband looking wildly about
from the opposite pavement.
| Mhrtln, Martih, save me J. she
moaaed.
Kingman saw the CLEAN Of her
pearl.hued dress beneath the arch.
Ho sprang forward.
They saw him start across the
street they saw, also, the foam white.
unmanageable horses tearing down
upon him but he saw them not. He
behsld only the panid face Of bis
wife. They struck him, tramplcd
him. Madge saw the crowd gather
around him, then saw no more.
When she returned to consciousness
SHE was widow. i,ak
But in time she married the lover
Of her heart. z
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