Vicksburg weekly herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1868-1883, 1870-06-04

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Il IL his from this hour"
"But, my dear Miss Evelyn, hear
me. There may be q compromise,
a half a quarter Of Il may be retain
ed. It Is 100 much for you to re-
sign what has been yours go long,
ike this."
"Not q whit too much. There
can be no compromise. l would
not take dollar OF Il to save me
from starving. II is his, not mine.
Do you think | could accept the
charity Of 4 strangerg You ought
to know me better, Mr.. Underhill."
Mr.. Underhill bowed. He did
not understand this sort Of thing
himself; it was not his line. But
he did understand the flashing Of
those blue eyes, the ringing OF that
proud voice. lie had seen both be.
fore, and knew tina. the laws CT
DracO were nothing TO the fiat Of
Miss Evelyn.
II shall depart to-day" she said
rising with a certain queenliness Of
bearing that always overawed Or
binary mOrtals. "Mr. Thorne can
take possession of his house and for
tune at once. Good day, Mr.. I'm.
derhill."
The smile that accompanied the
little white hand was very sweet
and gracious, but the lawyer did not
dare to question her. She was gone
in a moment after, and was up in
the boudoir once more, looking out
at the slanting rain and gloomy Ky,
with something altogether new 10
think about.
Miss Constance EVELYN disap.
peared very suddenly from that
brilliant society of which she had
been one OF the most brilliant stars.
1t was q nine days wonder, thi;
romantic whirl Of fortune, aud so.
ciety was on the gu CiVe to eaten
a glimpse OF Mr.. George Thorne and
make aLero Of him but Mr.. ThornG
fought shy Of society, and didn'l
show. They wondcred--her dear
fine friends what had become OIL
her, poor thing and went OH dress
ing and dining and party giving
and presently forgot she had evel
existed.
And all the men who had loved
her--or told her so, which is ,hC
same thing~-where were they now
One only, a simple hearted young
millionaire Of twenty-one WHOM
the world had not yet quite spoiled
and who viewed in fear and Irimb,
ling the naughty belle, wrote bel
an offer Of his hand and heart
Young Mr.. Millionaire got an an,
swer Oyreturn OF post,very civil bu
very cold. Miss Evelyn was muct
obliged to him, but begged to de,
cline.
Miss Evelyn was residing will
o widow lady somewhere il
Edensburg. Mise Evelyn had ad
vertiSed for musical pupils on sucl
reasonable terms that she got some
and in a few weeks had her hand
full, and was kept on the treadmll
from morning till night. She ant
that heartless society, with which
she had found so mucn fault, wert
never likely to trouble each othel
again. She could have borne tina
she could have borne the fallin,
of of summer friends" withou
one pang but she could not beau
that "he" should be so utterly
hearlless. 1t was Mr.. Chillingham
who was handsome and an author
and with whom she had been il
love for the past six months, il
spite Of herself. She had no
wanted TO love him-she haI
fought like a heroine against it.
but, ah who could resist the re
ductive eloquence Of those deep
dark eyes, the persuasive sweetness.
Of that earnest voice? He was 81
different from other men-sO no
BILE, so gifted, SO perfect in hi
splendid manhood-ihat she coulC
as soon have stopped the beating o
her heart as stopped its beating foi
him. And she had thought that b,
had loved her. Had he not giveI
her every reason TO think 30 excep
the three poor words IL love you'll
And now, and now
Miss Evelyn never complained
never shirked the duties, Tough.
the battle of life bravely, and wor,
away TO q shadow. No weatheI
kept her in doors, no cold confined
her to her bed-she went on an(
gave her lessons, aud drudged ant
d%rudged, week after week, unit
the good widows heart ached L
see her.
you're killing yourself, that
what you're doing" she said to her
'NNh "" yONA AVGA1 tOhhlup We
and you with that cold why don
you let your pupils wait when tht
weather's not fit for q stray dog L
be out. You'll be in your grave il
six months" Miss Evelyn laughed
"a mirthless sort Of laugh enough
II don't know that that would
be much Of a loss TO the world
Mrs. Norris. But you really fire.
yourself about me for nothing
You don't know how strong l an
Nothing hurts me-"
II was a week after this that, com,
ing to the house of one Of hel
wealthest patrons, Miss Evelyn
found company in the parlor, O
gentleman talking to her pupil
The pupil was a very young lady
of eighteen, the gentleman Mr.
Chillingham. 1t was another wei
morning and the music teachers
garments were dripping.
"Really, Miss Evelyn, I hardly