The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-01-29
A WOMAN'S REVENGE.


tThaddeoas W. Wills, in the New York Murcury.
Among the young people comprising
that little party at the Tomlinson's Miss
Charlotte Lilly mingled, the personif
cation of the flower the name of which
she bore. In all loveliness and purity
she danced and waltzed, buoyed and
exhilarated by the healthy social atmos-
phere of the place, and by the expecta-
ton Of the coming of certain young
gentleman whose name was stored
among the secrets of her heart, to the
very great delight of that very little
organ.
Charlotte broke away from her part
ner in the waltz when she saw Mr.. Brit
ner enter the room. She, like most young
ladies, was a good strategist. Women
generally are so. 1t is a wonder that
generals of armies do not take their
wives into the field with them. How
ever, Charlotte had her plan in an in
stant, cut and dried; but its ingenuity
was largely wasted by the approach OF
Mr.. Britner. Her point had been TO
approach him. The point was now in
effect gained, and they stood face to
face. Her delicate white face, with its
large, dark eyes, over which were
the arched brows, was turned with the
sweetest of smiles to Mr.. Britner's not
unhandsome but yet gross face, with its
animal thickness Of lip, and its rubicund
complexion, and not very clear eyes.
She looked like lilly with two dia-
monds in it then, if ever she did in her
life. And Mr.. Britner ogled her as she
uttered the silvery and magnetic non
sense that, after all helped to complete
her strategetic plan.
Mr.. Britner was Tom Millet's employ
er, and it was through Tom Millet that
he had attained to an introduction to
Charlotte Lilly three months before;
and it was at the sociables that Mr.. Brit
ner had met Charlotte almost every
week since, and the two had many a
chat together, for wasn't Mr.. BritneI
Toms employers That was enough to
draw the two into sort of intimacy, SC
that they had many talk and laugh to-
gether. Though Charlotte had always
made Mr.. Britner make the first APP
proaches of an evening, he was willing
enough; and this evening he felt very
much encouraged. Yes; that is the
word, encouraged. Frank Britner had
a plan of his own-a plot.
80, Mr.. Milletl Yes By the way, ]
don't see him here tonight Where is
hei"
''Tomi'' said Mr.. Britner. "He's on
his way to Bermuda.
As though something blithing had
passed over her, Miss Lilly gasped and
dropped
But young lady carries a fan. A
fan is one of the instruments of her
strategy. Charlitte raised her fan to her
face so that all those expressive muscles
which lie about the mouth and cheeks
we're quite concealed, and only her eyes
and forehead were visible. And these
she ayerted as though some distant OBJ
iect in the room was attracting her at
tention. Presently she turned to Mr..
Britner again, with feigned look Of
indifference.
Excuse me, she said, with laugh.
Let me see. What were we talking
about9 O, to Bermuda. Mr.. Millet,
then, has gone TO Bermuda 2"
eyes He thought he could do well
there, and has gone there TO settle. He
viii act as our agent.
"Why didn't he come to bid us good
byf''
'sHe dosn't care for you"
Charlotte perl1ed her lips and said she
rather thought that the indifference was
reciprocaaed. And she pulled at her
fan iill Il broke. aud then shs sighed
over the fan in . fit Of abstraction, from
which Mr.. Britner recalled her BY
reaching out his hand, and sIightly