The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1873-04-17
WRECKED.

WRECKED.
She stood upon the balcony and looked out
seaward The wind blew in with freshness on
its wings, and futtered her pretty yellow halr
about her face. It touched her cheeks; they
crew rosy and her eyes sparkled. The crisp,
Rracinp air was as good as draught of wine.
The ocean doomed against the beach. It's low,
deep music was like the sound Of an organ g
diapason heard afar of. Olive Gresham loved
it. 1t spoke to her soul, and gave her higher,
better thoughts.
She looked little more than girl; but she
was Mrs. Gresham, and had been wife nearly
twelve months. She and her husband had
come to this pretty seaside place-we will call
& Seayiew-for q month or two's bracing.
They were staying at one of those pleasant
houses, half hotel, half boarding house, that
are now 90 common. Mrs. Gresham enjoyed 1t
immensely; the whole party assembled were
sociable, nice people. ~ seemed but like a
large private guest house, where all are friends.
sSrhe sea is angry this afternoon" she MUIR
mured, turning her thoughtful, face to the wide
expapse lifting itself and roaring. "Ihope there
are no frail barks upon il to be wrecked"
Poor girll There are wrecks on land as well
as sea, as she might one day find to her cost.
Presently there arose sound of carriage
wheels, driving up to the entrance of the door,
Mrs. Gresham turned her head to look. The
carriage contained man and woman, as she
could see in the distance.
GIt must be they. That must be John."
Yes, it was. The man in the carriage was
her husband, John Gresham the woman was
Miss Dorne. Miss Dorne was expected at the
hotel to join some friends and Mr. Gresham,
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had offered to meet her at the station. Olive
had spent the time in wondering whether she
should like this Gertrude Dorne, of whom she
heard them talk so much, and asking herself
why there should be silent instinct in her
heart against her, and why she dreaded her
coming.
She was a tall and handsome woman. Olive
saw that, as her husband helped her to alight.
"A face like Cleopatra's-dark, rich, and olive
tinted. Eyes full of Geep and subtle fire.
Hair of purplish blackness coiled about her
head in queenly way that became her more
than crown would have done. A dress of
some dark material fitted the dark form closely,
and set off her rich beauty well. Olive watched
it all; herself drawn back, that she might not
seem to stare.
sfNo wonder half the men are crazy about
her" Olive thought; "ard some of them were
saving last night that it is so. Such beauty as
hers is enough to turn lheir heads, let alone
their hearts"
Mr.. Gresham entered the hotel with the lady
on his arm. Olive Quilted the room to greet
her. Outside the door she met Mrs. Davenal-
one of those women who see everything with
out appearing to have regard for anybody.'s
business but their own. She would have made
splendid acquisition to the female detective
police, had there been such thing in exist
Cha utonrod Olive thou
met.
s'Be careful of that Miss Dorne," she whis-
pered. 81 believe her to be dangerous wo-
unexpectedly INSCRIPTIONS. Of course, this
Is only for your private ear, Mrs. Gresham; but
] could not resist giving you warming"
GThank you all the same" was Olives sur
prised rejoinder. "But what harm can she do
met"
"My dear, was thinking of your husband.
Report goes that Gertrude Dorne once made
havoc with his heart. ] don't know how that
may have been; but do know that she's not
to be trusted-that she cares not what mischief
she does in her jealous love of admiration.
You are young and innocent, my dear, with
little experience of these shady sides of life !;
but would say, don't let your husband get
into her coils If you carr help it,"
1She--she is very beautiful, is she notp
stammered Olive struck with sudden panic
'iShe is very handsome. / don't call beauti-
full the word for her. Men get crazy over such
q woman as Miss Dornep sometimes. Some have
for her. There is something about her that
charms them or bewitches them-I hardly know
which. Hush here she is"
Miss Dorne, with one or two of her friends,
came along the corridor. Mr.. Gresham fol-
lowed He halted when he saw his wife.
.sOliye this is Miss Dorne. Miss Dorne al
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Olive held out her hand aud smiled well
come, saying some pretty words. She is not
nice looking as regards expression" thought
Olive, "at least to please me-"
'tI am 80 happy to meet your wife, john"
said Miss Dorne taking Olives hand. "You
look at me, my dear !-.you are wondering to
hear me call him John so familiarly. But we
used to be friends once, he and /, and have
never learned to say MIR. Gresham"
She had soft and mellow voice. 1t was full
of music, and vibrated on her ear pleasantly as
the tinkle of silver bells. Keeping it under per-
feet control, she knew how to use it effectively.
Miss Dorne was evidently woman who knew
her resources, and how to turn them 70 the best
effect.
"John," whispered Olive, rs the young lady
swept up stairs to her chamber, chow is it that
you never told me about Miss Dorne, and this
old intimacy with herr"
"How was it2 My dear Olive, I suppose
never thought to tell you. There was nothing
much to tell"
miss Dorne came down to dinner in toilet
as elaborate as any ever turned out by Madame
Elise. It was the custom of the plaeeto dress
and very absurd of the place. too; ;Tut none
had ever been dressed as she was She took
her place al once as an acknowledged queen in
society. Some few of the visitors she knew;