Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1871-10-08

smile to the child. When he had throned
ms tlny namesake upon his knee, his daugh-
| Ter knew that she was forgiven. q
she presently raised her head from its
resting place, and told him her story. II
differed little from the narrative Miss Red
ruth mad already given her brother. II
seemed, indeed, to the father, as he heard
her, that the girl had been 'smore sinI,ed
against than SHINING"
"Do you suppose" he asked, shat Can
tain Holm knows now that YOU are An
heiress ?'
81 am sure he does not" answered tba
deserted young wife. 'If he had known it.
he would have returned 70 me. He never
dreamed that you were the next heir TO poor
Uncle Ralph"
'EYOu parted in q QUARREL"
ayes, father; but it was not sudden out
break. He came home one day from the
town where his regiment was stationed in
terrible humOE We found afterward that
every officer in his regiment had cut him
for conduct unbecoming an officer and gen
tleman.' He was obliged to sell out his
commission as soon as possible after that.
she was full of rage, which he vented
upon me. He cursed himself for falling in
love with me, when he might have won sn
heiress.
AT last he took his effects and mounted
his horse and rode toward Sleaford at fl-
riOus pace. | have never seen him since.
/ do not know whether he is living or dead"
"YOur young life shall not be blighted by
this scoundrelr' cried the Colonel. sThe
law shall free you from any claims he may
choose TO make upon you when he discovers
that his deserted wife is really an heiress.
My first movement shall be to procure you
a release from the villain.
Sand until you have obtained a divores
from him, we viii not go to Redruth."
"Will they let me keep my ehild?" asked
Ignatia.
"Of course, dear"
"Dear fatherl'' she said softly. any
whole life shall try to show my love and
gratitude to you"
Before the Colonel could reply, Miss Bed
ruth stalked into the room, Enthusiastically
anxious.
A single glance set her mind at rest. The
Colonel held his grandchild on his knee,
and Ignatia was looking up at him with
grateful eyes.
"All is forgiven and forgotten" said the
Colonel, cheerfully. "Ignatia and the child
ing train.
Il win not take her to Redruth while
that scoundrel has the shadow of claim
upon her."
The evening was passed pleasantly and
without restraint. No further allusion was
made to Capt. Holm, and Col. Redruth told
stories of his Indian life, charming his hear
ers into forgetfulness of Ignatia's profigate
husband.
At about two O'Clock the next day, Col
Redruth, Ignatia and the little Georgia took
their leave Of Miss Redrutb, and drove
away from the Moor.
They were obliged to wait nearly an
hour for the mail down train.
The gray dusk was falling when they
steamed into the station at Huntington. A
porter entered and lighted the ceiling lamp,
and went out again.
Suddenly two young men came saunter-
ing along the platform.
One approached the door of the coach
occupied by Col. Redruth's family, and
looked in. A guard came forward and adj
dressed the young men, and ushered them
into the very carriage occupied by the re-
turned soldier.
Ignatia hurriedly drew her veil over her
ldCe, dLu Sdllh DdCh upOll ucT Stdl lTtI1DtlIlB
and panic-stricken. Col. Redruth noticed
that she seemed to cover in the shadows of
her corner.
The next instant the train was once more
on its swift way to the southwark.
Col. Redruth looked at the intruders
closely. One of them was an ordinary
looking young man in military uniform
with loud laugh and pompous manners.
The Colonel did not bestow upon him a
second glance.
His companion was slender, tall and
graceful and with dashing, spirited air.
His manner was a strange compound of
grace, insOlenee and gentlemanliness. He
was of ford complexion, his forehead high,
his eyes of blueish gray, and possessed Of
a strange power of attraction and fascina-
ton. His eyes reminded the Colonel, odd
ly enough, of the eyes of an Indian serpent.
"That man looks like an angel" thought
the Colonel. "And believe he is at heart
a devir'
He Withdrew his gaze slowly. At the
same instant Ignatia breathed into his
ear:
''That is he-my husband
For the continuation of this stOry-the
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