Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1872-10-30

the band was silent aud Birningham
had goue to bring her . glass Of iced
;emodade.
'.Gilbert, - she said, "uhy do you
Hook SO cross 2"
.BecausssI have good reason. I
am sorry yoppay SO little regard to
my wishes. Miss Penroy.
She drew herself up haushtisT.
"fou are beyinaing to dictate quite
early, sir p
'.Have I not the right ?"
mo, Mr.. Evering. :.
"Be II 20, Blanche" he said In =
| voice that betrayed how the arrow
rsmkled in his bosom. 81 give up tho
right now aud henceforth.p
Blanche was startled. She would
have said more, but Walter Birn-
tingham was advancing toward her,
and when she next had leisure to
look around, Gilbert had gone from
her.
"What have I done2" she thought
in dismay. "fil see hip this cven-
ttny .ud eoax him Into good hninor
once more. He surely can't be vexed
at me for an idle word like that"
All, little Blanche, it is not the
well-considered sentence that does
all the harm in the world-itis 10 the
idle word.
"Such a charming day We have
thad, Mrs. Lorain," said Blanche. n
she came In, smiling and radiaut, "a
if the worm re,norse was not gnaw'
ing at her heart.
Yes" said the charming matron
who was reading i'll an easy chair un
der the vines But what sent Mr.
Evcring away in such a hurry
"Sent him away3"
"Yes-by the evening train. HI
came home, packed his things, ant
i drove away as. if there was not
= moment to lose. l am very sorry
n we will miss him much"
z Blanche went slowly up stairs ant
sat down by her window, looking
: out at the purple glow of the even
Y ing landscapes as ii it were feature
}, less blank. So he was really gon
II away, aud by her own folly she ha
z lost the priceless treasure Of Gilber
l. Evenings love.
u "And cannot even write to him
l. tor l do not know his address,
II thought she, with clasped hands an
'e fearful eyes. "Well, it's my ow
le fault, and l must abide the cons'
It qucnccs as best may"
.r So Blanche went home from IL
X gay. fashionable place, sadder al
of wiser woman, and November mis-
dropping DER the brick and mort'
II wilderness of her city home had ne
#; cr seemed half SO dreary to her
re they did now.
$, II suppose shall be oil old maid
" thought Blanche, walking up al,
if down in the firelit darkness Of In
Id room, her dimpled hands clasped b
v, hind her waist. will never care f
d, any one how as cared for-fOr 6
ns bert, and 1 dare say l shall keep
III cat, and grow fond of her. Ah, we
ou a-dav! Life cannot last forever"
We A dreary comfort for girl ofnir
III. teen summers.
I'll She rang the bell with an imr
ticnt jerk.
Ks "Are there any letters, Saund'
elf son?"
"Oue ma'am it came by the eve
ed ing post, about five minutes ago"
"Light the gas, then, aud give it
I'm me-"
ok Blanche sat down by the fire a
lily opened the letter, suppressing
Ill. yawn.
rk "Blaek edged - and black - ses
| q So poor Mrs. Marchmont is gone
in. iastw
IN; 1t was from the executors OF NJ
by Penroy's distant cousin, formally n
briefly announcing her death, viii
Or had taken place some months sin
ear bur of which the "melanchOly new
as the letter ran, had only just be
ten received. 1t was not entirely un'
Or pectetl, as Mrs. Marchmomt had be
es- for some years slowly falling out
er- the world, victim to hereditary c.
sumption.
hat "Leaving one child, q son. Sic
ilr- lv repeated Blanche, leaning her hi
the on her hand and looking down il
the fiery quiver of the white
Goals. "Poor little fellow, he m
be feel as dcsolate as do. Only i HI
a sufficiency of this worlds goo
'es. and this orphan child must be thro
you ucnuiless and alone on his own
sources. for, if 1 remember arie
les Mrs, Marchmont forfeited all
i'm wealth of her first marriage by
second alliance with the power
stricken lawyer,whose death plum
her into such bitter mourning. !
he was a genuine love match, yet i
cad much grief and tronole il brou
the with it leaving one child-a son! v
felt should not 1 adopt the stray "
hat md make it tho business of my
d o to cherisl, and comfort him1 ! Il
no object in existence; here Is
all that providence itself seems to p'
siny out to me-"
If q Once moro she rang the bell, v
ame fresh color glowing in her ch'
ows and q new light iu her eyes.