The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1875-03-11
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how much time that Lofa Dean-sPcnt
upon that.rery note. is which she
forgcd-hcr cousins hagdwriting 50
cleverly, he would have taken a. diff.
erent course that menipfables after
noon,
With white, stern face, he sought
Florence in the summer house, which
he had seen her enter with a book
in her hand.
Florence heard his familiar foot
step, and her heart gavea great throb,
while glaIi light camcinto herr eyes;
but when he entered her presence he
only saw her lift her eyes from the
book she whas reading, and bow
coldly.
With the words Of that note still
burning in his BRAIN her manner
almost maddened him.
Miss Ray, | think We: hid better
come to an understanding at once,
and | have taken it upen myself to
offer you, freedom from the bonds
that have proved 50 irksomc."
For a moment Florepee sat as if
stunned. Although She had felt for
long time that a greatdistance was
betwec, them. she could not realize
that it had come to thiS In his offer
of release she only saw.a glad escape
on his part, that he might marry her
beautiful cousin; and forcing back
the cry of anguish that would have
risen to her lips. al .thalpFids in her
nature came to @sfoseae b help
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more visible emotion : III her white
face than if it were carved from mar
Die, she drew the costly solitaire dia-
mond from her finger and held it to-
ward him. The last link that had
bound them together had been sever
ed, and without word he took the
ring and left her presence.
Alone in her room, with no eyebut
Gods to witness, Florence Ray fought
with her love and pride. Pride con-
quercd, and she went out boldly, de-
termincd to die rather than give one
sign of her suffering.
Days grew into weeks, and still
Lora Dean fingered at the farm
house. Edward Earle and she were
almost constantly together.
One afternoon Florence stood by
the window, in thought living over
the past, and contrasting it with the
present, and wondering if she could
ever again think the sunshine beau
tiful with that dull, weary pain at
her heart.
A familiar form was coming up
the road, and her heart beat almost
audibly, while crimson spot came
to either cheek.
How beautiful and innocent Lora
looked out in the garden among the
flowers. Her voice, trilling some
happy love song, aoated in through
the windows to Florencc's ears. As
she listened for q momSnt-and only
for moment-a feeling of bitter
hatred against her cousin crept into
her heart, and was harbored there
Lora Deans graceful attitude did not
look as if it were studied; but she had
caught a glimpse of Edward Earle's
handsome figure, although she was,
to all appearance, unconscious of his
approach.
He opened the little gate and en-
tered the garden. Florence saw them
standing togethcr-saw him stoop,
pick rose, and place it among her
dark trcsses; then they walked down
the path in the direction of thelake.
When the trees hid them from
sight, Florence sank into a chair,
buried her face in her hands, and
the clisteninr tears fell through her