The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-02-08

opened and Silvia Rymer looking up, saw
the flushed face of Hannah, the maid.
"It is after seven, and dinner was
ordered for five. l can not keep it any
onger."
Mrs. Rymer smiled, though shade
of uneasiness came over her beautiful
young face.
HAS not my husband returned yet,
Hannah?" she said.
"No," was the blunt reply. T always
did think that when a gentleman once
leaves house, he never knows the time
to come back"
Mrs. Rymer laughed.
"Try to keep everything. nice one half
hour longer. You can do it, Hannah,
if you will try"
81 can try" said the girl, "but be-
tween trying and doing there is wide
difference"
She went back to the kitchen, and Sill.
via Rymer took up the book she had been
reading; but it was in vain that she
tried to fix her attention on it; there was
a mist between her beautiful eyes and
the page; the sense Of the words she
was reading did not reach her mind. She
looked at her pretty, jeweled watch, it
was twenty minutes past seven; and
when he kissed her that afternoon, he
| had said he should be back by five.
alt is strange he does not come," she
said.
just then, from among the roses, came
a young girl, holding a lovely, princely
baby in her arms.
"Bring the baby to me-" said Mrs. Ry-
mer. She took the child in her arms,
kissed the little velvet cheek, caressed
the golden head, talked to him in that
sweet language only known to mothers
and children.
"Where is papa, baby?" she said; and
the child raised his large, dark eyes to
hers. Her heart grew warm within her
as she looked at him. Ahl please Hea-
ven, what grand, noble man he would
be In the years to come, but never so no.
BILE as his father, Alric Rymer. Earth
did not hold his equal.
Then nurse and baby went away. Over
the Lake came the sound of the chimes
half-past seven. There was Hannah,
looking very cross, with an appearance
of great meekness.
"Would you be so kind as to tell me
what j am to do with this dinnerW she
said.
Mrs. Rymer went back into the room;
the scent of the roses and lilies followed
her. The room was the very picture of
comfort, prettily furnished with flowers
and books, the dinner-table bright with
it's choice linen and delicate silver.
There was her husbands chair ready for
him; everything that he could desire or
wish, prepared with loving hands and
loving thought. lie had left her at three,
telling her he was going to Brae on some
business.
Brae was small town only two miles
away. She looked round noting every
detail; on side-table she saw a cigar
case and kid glove, with faded flower
he had worn that morning. ,She raised
the glove, and kissed it with passionate
kisses. "My love! my lover she mur-
INJURED; show was worthy of you!"
AS she stood with that nalf-divine
light on her face, she looked fairer than
any pictured dream. She was tall and
slender, not more than eighteen, with
figure Of perfect grace and symmetry;
fine little hands and fine little feet;
white neck, delicate and graceful; face
so pure and lovely in its fresh, girlish
beauty-so sweet, so true, SO eloquent
q face such as Raphael would have given
to angels, framed in soft, shining hair,
brown in the shade and golden in the
sun; dark violet eyes bright as stars.
She was eXquisitely, but simply dressed.
On her white neck shone golden locket,
worn with a golden chain, and on the
fair, rounded arm was bracelet of gold
and precious stones. The sunlight fell
over her, the perfume of flowers floated
round her, but she was lost IN trance
of happy love.
"My love! my r6vew she murmured
again, "who in this wide world is so
happy as l ?'
Hannah again, but this time she held
in her hand a letter, and her face looked
less anxious.
GA messenger has brought this from
Brae," she said. "The master sent it,"
With a smile still on her lips, and a
beautiful blush that overspread her face,
as her eyes fell on the beloved, familiar
writing, she took the letter. She kissed
her own name because he had written it.
"My love-" she said again to herself,
chow thoughtful he is for me-"
Then she sat down in his chair near
the window to read it. Heaven help
her!
With the sun shining above her, and
the fair flowers around her, she read her
deatn-warrant.
She read the words that struck her
frcm the list of honored living women,
and blighted her whole life.
One moment she was smiling. her heart