The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1871-05-02

rose-buds, sat Silvia Wynyard
She colored scarlet as he met her eve !;
he. too, was embarrassed and confused.
"Miss Wynyard"
Il work here every day." she sail ,qai
city. "My cousin Euphrasia said you
did not care any more for my acquaint-
ance, now that l was shop girl and
that that was the reason you never in
quiied after me, when you called in the
evenings. You need not recognize me
now, unless you please. I should not
have spoken tirst!'
"Si.via," he exclaimed, "this is all an
incomprehcnsible riddle to me. l SOL
emnly declare to you that this is the first
knew of your being in store--nor,
had known it, would it have derogated
You in the slightest degree in my opin.
ion"
"Then Euphrasia must have told me
falsely!' said Silvia with thrill and
quiver in her voice
"She must have told you falsely in
deed-nor are you the only person that
has been deceived Ivy her double-deal-
ing" he added, with sudden, indig-
nant flash Of memory. Il have inquired
for you, and left messages again and
again, in Eupkrasia Darlins's care!'
"They were never delivered to me!'
"But l don't fully understand!' went
on Mr.. Cortlandt, eagerly leaning on the
counter, behind which Silvia sat, pale
and quiet. Il supposed that your aunt
provided you with a home and SUBJ
stance"
"She told me last month that her ex-
penses were very great, and that she
could no longer keep me in idleness.-
She herself got me this situation in a
store at four dollars week. / come at
seven in the morning, and 60 away at
seven O'Clock at night. 1t is hard, close
work." poor Silvia added with little
sigh; but it is better than to feel ones
self dependent upon the cold charity of
grudging relations.
And her soft blue eyes brimmed over
with tears.
"Slvia," said MFR. Cortlandt, with q
throbbing at his heart that was half in
dignant, half triumphant, "we have been
basely deceived-but you trust me now?
"Yes," she answered, her limpid eyes
meeting his with an innocent, confding
light in their azure depths, II do trust
you. But oh, was so miserable, when
fancied that you despised and scorned
me! How could Euphrasia be so treach-
erous and base-what reason could she
possibly have had ?" .'
Mr.. Cortlandt thought he could CON-
prehend the reason, in some degree, but
he kept his own counsel-he could not
bear to reveal to one woman, the depth
of another's baseness.
"But, Silvia" he said, lowering his
voice, although he had spoken in sub
dued accents all along; and nobody was
near enough to hear the subject matter of
their conversation; "you must at once
break the bondage that encircles you
here. My jewel must shine only for my
self You knew that loved you, Sill
via?'
Il fancied it once" she fa(tered, in
scarcely audible accents.
1T was no fancy, dearest Can you
love me, well enough to be my wife,
Her tender, uplifted eyes answered
him
Miss Euph.asia Darling was complete
ly astounded to see Sylvia Wynyard en-
ter the drawing room leaning on Mr..
Cortland's arm"
''She is my wife, was all the explana-
tion he deigned to make "Let her things
be put together as quickly as possible
with my consent she shall not pass an
other night beneath this inhospitable
roofw
Euphrasia grew pale under .he stern
light of his eyes-she knew that her
plots were discovered, and when she re-
covered from her Mysteries, Sylvia Cort-
landt and her husband we're gone.
She never saw them again.