The Republican journal., 1873-06-12
A Woman's Plot.

A window of plate-glass, draped with
lace. a maIolica vase, overrnn with smilaX :;
= dark wuman'S face with Il red rose in
The hair This = what Olive Fay saw as
size stood awaiting entrance at the door of
lac Monunorencv's
4 negro servant answered her sum-
mons
He showed her into the drawing room,
all in purple, ebony and gold. She sank
vcarllY INTO one OF the velvet chairs,
though awed and made nervous bv the
splendid place.
While she waited, silvery bell some
where in the silent house rang out the
hour OF toui. The short winter afternoon
was drawing TO close.
A step on the Stair--a womanS tall tig-
ure in the arched doorway The same
dark face, with IA rose in the hair which
Olive had seen al the window.
Miss Fay" said Miss Montmorency.
Not Olive" then? and no smile-no
kiss. The faint red in the girls cheek
dropped out entirely. Her last Slight
strength seemed deserving her-the room
reeled-she dropped to the floor.
Painted :" exclaimed Miss Montmo-
rency in dismay,
Olive awoke in a room of rose-hue and
silver. "A chamber with silken hangings
and paneled walls. A withered old woman
in WIG stood beside the bed.
''He sickness is better. You will sleep
nov, meeS, she said, with strong
french accent. ana weary and weak as
liule chlld, ollVe slept again.
hnl nightmare dimly haunted her
ireamS-the dreadful ghost of the reality.
htr d}ing mother mad written to Miss
Noh'lhorehcy' her cousin, that she was to
lrc'Fd' ana would COUSIN Helolse shield
her from The Snares OF the world, for the
~Ake q common humanity Olive was an
Aelrts1 IN a small way, but she would he
q heggaf IN The world ior the right Of
human affection; and II little love were
@Neh lhe s"lliary glri, The mothers spirit
would bless the lover
MISS Mon'moroncy had dropped the
irl'rr inio Scrap-lar. The girl could
have place there--yes but Miss Mont
n"ItncS never loved ANYBODY.
n hhorh al hrf boudoir door Mercie.
ihe niue brown old mad, came IN.
MecS ray Is pellel.
cry wen men she VIII 90 by her
sell See Aere' Mercle' these laces have
iagS
>n'le EXCLAIMED The little French
woman whose weakness was laces.
owe dwei IN the Montmorency man
sion ever without a welcome. No living
beng could have been more unobtrusive,
la layer 'lttle black dress, with her pale,
N""hS lace she stole about the rich, silent
''olh>' ana Miss Monlmorency was civil,
ht4r 10 4 I'm w
fsut daN 10y day She felt herself perishing.
y SPfhSlh@ step al Inc stone entrance
"a 'iahg al Inc door-beil-lgnace Mont
in"ftncN Slolmed the home of his boyhood.
nv de'f hei"iSe'-b brushing his great,
''."'u' 'li""s't'ht across her cold cheek
ho" do You doc and how aie Pluto and
NE puppies ..
MISS Mohliliorehey rang the bell. Mer-
ie answered. A.
'MefeiT, You Will enquire OF the coach
man how fiut" anu the puppies are
lShaee laughed ana threw himself back
ID ny "AATh cnair-
N""' ilelo'se' doh l. I'm luSt about
Aiiit1 "'i ny me propfielies now /"
"a are twenty years old, ignaee.
""ulu ilke % nave you have some re-
an lr' io' the ii'heS> Oh ihihgs-
NE otigni blonde mead sank tor min
- ~ i ~, 'i'''e ms s'a'eiy COUSIN Knew
about hearts and no" recklessly some
leh'peramehtS worked of an excess of
leelihg. hnt She had taken the place OF
IA eia'f sister 10 nm since childhood.
ne Wa lhe pilne OF her HE; that he was
sur o. 30 me bright head went up
"Sain' anu i9ha'e went on to see has horse
anu pointers l"r himself merrily whist
uni f. ...,.,.;.,.,e,
.Henise ' w mn .a' he ' of F1 y" sn.,ro
IF i''" ,i we iluSl ne on 10 sparrow
lieiur 'liv h"hl'hS Is gong l" be PRIME
'"iS ear ~.