The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1871-10-19

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accidental mbIluce--no- there
was q dark spot on the third turqoise
and the Clipped pesrl where the two
horse-shoes iormcd the pattern inter.
laced. could not believe my eyes
How came lladgic Tudor's locket in
the possession Of Littleby Lupus2
"Lupus had been chattering on all
the time, and seemed to awake from
trance to hear him say, And then,
went down after all to shire
where you were you know; hoped
| should see you, bat didn't; awfuly
Jolly place-lots Of nice girls
"Lupus,' said suddenly, where
did you get that loc'ct?
"Lupus coughcd, stammcred, and
said mincingly, "Wcll, my dear fcl.
low, | think you will guess where
got it when | show you the inside
but you must--ahcm !-promisc moi
to eSk any more questions, or say any.
thing about it anywherc--as- -ahem
we wish to--to--Q Qhc fellow actually
blushcd) to keep it dark u little long
cr; there's somG--a-contoundcd 9TH
cr fellow, | believe, who,--'
"'Let me see itH ! said sternly
but the fellow was too wrapt up in
himself to notice my tone. Smirk-
ing like an idiot, the wretch opened
tho locket, and thcrc--ycs, there was
my Madgic's portrait!
"By powerful effort ! mastered
my emotion, and wishing Lupus
good-day quite coolly, dashed away
on pretcnsc Of u remembered ap'
pointmcnt.
"Bcrlie, | cannot tell you my dcs'
pair. 1t was not alone the feeling
that her heart was not, could never
have been mine, despite all her low
ing words and pretty, guilclcss vows,
but that my idol, my goddess, whom
| rcvcrcnced and Whorshipped as
something so infinitely pure and
good, should bccowc so degraded in
my cycs--should fall from her high
estate so suddenly, into such depths
as 10 love Il man Ike Lupus--or if
she did not love him, to sell herself
for a little more gold thau possess
ed; it was maddcning,
"My first impulse was to rush
down TO Tynywtra and accuse her
crush her with the weight Of my con-
tempt and Indignation; and obcyed
it. In the train, however, cnlncr
thoughts came; ! lclt TOO, that |
could not bear TO face hcr--l loved
her too dearly TO see her humiliatcd,
for Istill believed well enough of her
to think tiiat ,hc was not SO lost 10
all sense OF right as to Zee! herself
justified in her trcachrry. | deter
mined then that | would return to
town by the next train, without hav-
ing sccn her, and " Woull write to her
from London.
81 left The railway station and
sauntcrcd through the darkcning
streets Of the little country town neal
| Tynywtra for ! was too heart sick
to remain in any one place, and gazeC
listlcssly into the shop windows, try
ing TO pass the time aWay before the
arrival Of the up-train. | was look.
ing in mechanically at one large
book sellers window, when sudden.
ly my heart almost stopped beating,
and | stamped saYagely on the pave
,ncnt. Inside the shop, with the
wonderful goldcn-brown hair and
deep gray eyes lit up by the ilaring
gas. light, stood my taithlcss love,
smiling with the old sweet smile, in
answer to "a remark of lady who
stood near. | glarcd at her with
burning eyes, and took in every de-
tail Of her appearance with u sort OF
hungry rage, for felt sure that ! was
looking at her for the last time. Her
purple velvet dress, her costly furs,-
her dainty hat--how the purple
shadows melted on her golden hair
At last she turned full towards 8
lamp on the counter, and then saw
what made me rush from the win
dow like man pursued by Furies
suspended round her neck, and rest.
ing on her bosom, was lockct--t
gold lockct, with l.. L., large initials
in blue enamel, on it. | had seen il
scores of times hanging to Littlcby
Lupus watch chain and now | had
no dOubt--could have nOne-of Mad,
gie's trcachery.
GLOW | reached London | don'
know. | only know that | wrote d
cold, stern, and decisive letter to
Magdalen Tudor, bidding her al
eternal farewell, and leaving the rest
to her conscience, concluding with a
wish that she might be happy with
the object Of her choice the whole
composition giving about as much
idea of the passions seething and
scorching in my heart as u glacier
world of the interior of Vesuvius.
"Cilaric and went abroad as 500
rs he was strong enough, and | tried
to forget Maglalcn Tudor; but did
not succ cd BerIic. | returned af-
ter nearly years absence, nearly as
heart-sck and hopeless as when
left England At last / thought
would go down and stay with my
mother in Devonshirc for u littlo
while. The dear old lady was delight
ed to hayc me with her again after our
long separation, and some of The
peace Of childhood seemed to fall
upon me again in the old haunts. |
used to help my mot .er in her little
business affairs, write her letters,
Nc, and was rewarded for this by be-
ing petted as only a mother can pet a
grown up-son,
"Ono day n. mother said to me,
'Laucelot, my dear, want you to
write to the queen for me-.
"'My dear mother, what on earth
about" said ], considerably mistilicd,
and not understanding what possible
induccmCut nv mother cnuld have