The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-05-01

presence
Q weary II hfes path to ALL
Hard In the strife, and light the fall,
But vondrous the reward
MARK DILLON'S BOLD GAME.
I'm getting into terribly bad habits
Dom. Breakfast at half past nine Jus
fancy my inducing in such hours thre
years ago, darling, before the worl,
made up its mind that / painted respect
able pictures, and chose to pay me &C
oordingly."
And young Melville Austin rose from
the daintily-spread breakfast table a
which he and his wife were sitting.
81 hope you are going to remain a
hofne this morning" Dora said, in soft
coaxing tone, that veil become her petit,
figure and blonde haired, Rirlish beauty
"Do you know, Austin, that you have
not painted n atom OF canvas this
weekf There's your new picture Of An.
thony and Cleopatxa-"
"Yes. my love, " the young artist in
corrupted, "I plead guilty to have
shamefully neglected Anthony and Cleo
patra; but this mornings engagement
will NOT occupy much time, and 1 shall
be homo IN an hour, / trust. ready to be-
gin work. In the meanwhile, Dora, il
that model of whom I was speaking
should make her appearance, Just ask
her to wait In the studio"
am anxious to see this divinity,
Melville. Il she 20 very beautiful Pr
After certain type, yes" the hus-
band ansvered, careleesly. Then, while
his handsome face lit up with a sudden
bright1eas, he added, in lower zones,
You know there il but one woman in
the world, Dora, whose beauty can
thoroughly satisfy me-"
For some time after her husbands de-
parture that morning, Dora Austin re-
manned buried in what, judging from
the happy smile that played about her
mouth, and danced in the blue depths
81 her tender eyes, must have been
thoEouehly agreeable thoughts.
Twas ever woman so blessed :" she
muxnnred presently, as If asking the
question Of her own heart. "Three
yeexs tomorrow iDce We were married,
aud still the same devoted love from
dear Melville. How foolish I was ever
10 dream that this worldly success
would cool the ardor of that love I
Nothing can ever change him-noth-
ineI" !.
4ue young woman mas called
@a'am. and is now waiting outside.
Shall ] show her into Mr.. Austin's
Dora's meditation had been abruptly
broken by the voice of the stately but
ler who stood ct her elbow.
Oh you mean Mr.. Austin's model"
she said g little confusedly. "Ies,
james, believe your master wishes her
to wait in the studio till his return. By
the way, James, you may manage to let
hsr pass through this room. Iwish to
see her,"
The man bowed. and departed to exc
cute Mr.. Austin's order, returning pres
emily, followed by poorly-clad woman,
Of whose face Dora merely CAUGHT =
momentazy glimpse as she hurried To-
ward the adjoining studio.
"How beautiful 7" the young wife
murmured and what face for Cleo
patra She seemed anxious to escape
my notice, poor womani I wonder If
abe 10 ashamed of her vocation? You
told her, James, did you not "-ad-
dressing the butler, who returned at
this moment-"t that Mr.. Austin would
return very shortly ?"
Yes, ma'am."
James was not absent from the break.
fast room five minutes before he again
made his appearance there. A rather
shabby man desired to see Mrs. Austin.
Should he admit him?
But the ceremonious butler had
scarcely finished speaking when Q eruff
voice sounded from the entrance of the
room.
A rough-looking, heavily-bearded
man was standing on the threshold.
directly opposite to Dora, who was
seated near one of the windows.
lyon may 60. my good fellow the
with Mrs. Austin. !"
"Yes-James-you-may-go."
The words were gasped forth some
how from Dora's white lips. If the
servant observed the agitation which
had suddenly oyerpowered his mistress,
he WAS too well trained to manifest the
least surprise, and quietly withdrew
from the room, closing the door after
him.
Oh heaven is it You, Mark Dillon !?
thought You dead-I-"
She had risen while speaking the
above words, but the hoarse whisper in
which che uttered them died to silence
before she had finished, and Dora
Austin fell heavily forward in a dead
swoon ut the strangers feet.
The sound of her fall WAS quickly
followed BY that of An opening door at
the further end Of the room, - Mr..
Austin's model, wearing startled look
on her beautiful face, hurried in from
the adjoining studio. But the strang-
ers back was Turned to her ~ he bent
over the prostrate figure of Dora.
h. Al
presence in the apartment until she
touched him lightly ON the shoulder.
and in . rather timid voice, said. ais
the lady i'll, mir? I was in the next
room, and heard. Heavens. MAXI
you hsrer
ELLEN r. The man had sudlenlv,
turned his face toward the speaker.
while seill STOPPING over Mrs. Austin's
senseless body. SOh, I rscoliect. !" he
continued, sternly; "you told me that
you went out as . model, and this
woman's husband il IN artist. That
accounts, perhaps, for you being here,
and you may thank your stars for hav-
ing 20 good an excuse. II / thought
you had followed me-
The angry fash of his dark eyes fu-
iehsd the sentence moro powerfully
than words could have done.
Trembling in every limb, the woman
answered, .pleadingly: "I had ro
thought of following you, Marx. /
never imagined that you knew this lady.
"Leave this house in. tantly. Ellen I
Oon's hentate . moment, but 90 at
Onoe."
The woman shuddered, and turned
toward the door leading into the
81 may explain this matter TO you
some other time" the man continued,
"but remember, I warn you against
remaining in this house q moment
longer than you can help"
When the studio door had closed be-
bind the woman's refreshing steps, Mark
Dillon once more bent over the white
face of Dora Austin. A faint sbiyer
convulsed her frame ut this moment.
and while his gaze was eagerly fastened
upon her countenance, the eilken 1sshes