Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1871-05-11

looked worn and tired. Upon the whole
she was not sorry he had decided to go.
Goodbye" she said quietly. ~
ri" You'll come and make us that visit
in the summer. VeseyFi a.-h s@- lat
81 don't know. Perhaps So" aa
"Of course you will"
"To be sure" added Darrell. I shall
come for you myself"
They were gone at last. She turned
away. 4-,-.- - m-Hj
"But, Mr.. Hayes Veseyr' ,r.R
She had forgotten his existence.
81 am afraid l am rude" And she
put out her hand. "Good night; but,
| indeed Imay confess now that havea
was all she said The play was over.
The spring and early summer wore
away One letter came from Darrell
letter such as he might have sent to
any chance acquaintance, full of hints
of CAV doings here and there-nothing
more. One little note Vesey wrote to
his mother to say she could not make
| the promised visit. Darrell had said
| nothing in his letter of coming for her.
"And tell Darrel'-at the close of her
note" that I am saving any amount OF
gossip against writing, him some day"
But the " some day. never came. Abb
sence, like strong light, brings out
hidden defects, and Vesey knew now
that he was a man selfish and vain, who
had PLAYED with her heart. He had
had held it in his hand, weighed and
measured it and her, and had cast both
aside as worthless. She thought of it
with burning checks. ti-- f-a- sf.'.-
With another winter came the Wins
lows. If she had dreaded it, if she had
| feared for herself, would it have been
stranger But the spell was broken.
Looking back, she wondered. ',7"
| Outwardly the old intim ICY was re-
sumed. Darrell came and went as he
had come and gone the year before.
But to Vesey it was only shell-a hol-
low, heartless thing, that never. had
been frienship, and could never now be
lieve. Paul, plodding along day.after
day in the round of his duties, saw, as
though great way off, Vesey and Dar-
rel flying up and down the icy streets
to the tink1e of silver bells. y
One night Vesey, glowing in crimson,
with white .chrysanthemums in her
hair, passed through the hall. The outer
door was wide open. Paul stood outside.
The wind, raw and wet with the breath
of the sea, caught her hair-at the silk-
en- ruffles of her dress. .,.,,. .s..e ......
"Oh, is it your But you are coming
in?'' - ,.....,.
She little knew how the words temp
ted him, how the vision tempted him,
as she paused with clasped hands under
the gas,light, and with the warm bright
room beyond. r-ss
81 can not;-I L am waiting for your
father: There is family at the lower
end of the town starv-"
The words checked him. "Thank
you, not tonight" he said. He had
longed to meet her again, like this
alone, alsd face to face. q But her light
manner, her dainty dress, angered him
tonight. He had come from such a
different scene. Only woman of the
world, after all, he thought, And yet
SO sweet, so bitterly sweet, he owned,
when he had turned away and plunged
into the cold and darkness. Darrell was
waiting for her in the drawing-room.
YOU'RE like poem tonight, in all
that ruby red-lille an Eastern song"
"Thank you," Vesey said, dreamily
f" couldn't imagine you in gray" he
went on, half to himself, COR in any.
thing somber, or worn, or poor" He
had begun to study the girl in earnest
now. " Yes, you are made for the rarest
and best, Vesey to shine in satin and
diamonds 1--r.. -# 81 ..a-
."Is that all - she asked, wistfully.
"All? Is that not enoughP 1t would
3 | 6atlSfV most WOm6nI't- aH-l a.s
But tonight it did not satisfy her.
, . Down at the beginning of the Ions
long street was a black, low-browed
! house, like many others2here, with 6
. shop in the bowersstory, sor,s more prop
erly, two, ,sinceene windoWEas occupied
: by: a matchmaker, and the other dis
played pins, and needles, spools of cot
/: ton and such wares. Above them were
|. two or three with slanting sides, where
, a deformed girl, a pitiful looking sigh
, to look at-lived with her mother, earn
: ing enough by sewing to put break intt
their mouths and scanty clothing upoI
! their baek-no more: Vesey employed
them from pity, mostly, since her worl
7 T could have been better done elsewhere
u She stepped out of the sleigh here a
: dusk one night and ran up the stairs,
. roll of work in her hands. She had t.
!, q wait a moment, SO she sat and talked
u with the girl, who was young like her
/ self, and yet not like herself at all. /
e made her happier in the happy lot tina
. had sometimes wearied her. 1t mad
q her thankful for her strong young life
which she had never named among he
q blessings, and it shot gleam of pleas
* ure through the girls daffk eiaflE days: II
Y It was q poor room with paper tor
n and soiIed, Of many patterns, Upon tn
70 walls, with the bare boards of the foo
yawning, rising and falling uneasily
! with the dim light struggling thr9ug
uncertain xaaeYS tAst Pfspsd se9 fra ffoI
le hanging brows. A low voice in col
tinuous murmur fell upon Vesey's ea
l 1t seemed to come from the next room
r What is that ?''
is "Thas 'mq" The girls pale fhoe gre
a bright. "It's the minister, Mr., Haye
D. He comes and prays with mother, no
le she's siolx." "a 2#A Ss8s I
d. The voice ceased. She heard h
* steps upon the stairs. 1t was but Sc,
1e ond-he could not have reached til
III street, when a shrek came from tt
room he had left. The girl sat like or
I'D paralyzed. Vesey threw open the doc
ey A swift line of light ran all adown til
bed. It burst into flame, in tt
I'll midst of which the sick woman stru
gled. The overturned candle at h,
there was no time for thought
Sc which made Vesey drag the square
y carpet from the floor and press it dow