The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1876-11-22
Mrs. Maltby did not speak to him.

lie ScaLea hiinSelI before ana no.
far from her, however af
Go on, Violet" she said.
Certainly; let the young lady
proceed with Ther task" he said,
qaickly. "What | have to say need
not interfere with her employment
| understand that she is your com
panion and con6dant, though have
not had the pleasure of meeting her
before" ai-ef hr4
The last sentence appeared to
be quite mechanically spoken. for he
had fixed his eyes fercely on Mrs.
Maltby's face, and seemed to see
only her. went on pinning up the
braids of her hair. assl had been bid,
but my hands trembled. l could not
see her face, but L think she met
that look steadily.
You refused me-" he said, in a
far different tone from that in which
he had at first spoken, low and con-
centrated. fs
Certainly" she answered.
DO you want my blood upon your
head !" he exclaimed.
81 washed my hands clear of you
long ago" she answered, composed
ly. @ ajT
Long ago." he repeated; and a
wave Of emotion that, was inexplica-
BILE TO me went over his face.
Then he was silent. l don't know
why, but from that moment. pitied
him. He got up and commenced
walking the floor.
Il tell you Winfred, I must have
this money" he said, Il must have
it, and tonight, tonight" he repeat
ed.
Mrs. Maltby was silent. I caught
glimpse of her face. Flint was not
harder. 4
Let me have it. winfred," he
said, passing before her; ''and l
promise you it shall be the last
time"
She made no reply.
The last time l mean it, Win
fredr'
His low voice faltered. She did
not speak.
''Will you ?''
"No'' she replied without any
emotion whatever.
His face had been working with
some strong, deep feeling But that
monosylIabie seemed to strike him
like blow. He stood looking at
her. his face still and desperate.
Il did not think God could make
such woman as you are" he said
at last.
1 felt her shrink beneath the ac-
tual horror with which he seemed to
regard her, But she spoke with un-
altered composure.
81 told you more than a year ago
that should pay no more debts of
yours contracted in gambling, or in
any other way" she said. 81 meant
it; you know that | meant it. l
shall not change
He did not speak; his head was
dropped upon his breast; he was
deathly pale.
I have done my duty by you, Guy
you know that I have" she added.
''Yes, you have been just, but you
have not been mercifnl,'' he replied.
80, God He flung up his arms
with a bitter cry that wrung my
| heart.
l looked at her. No; she did not
relent or go to him. He had flung
himself into chair, and, with his
head dropping into his arms folded
upon the back, was the most hope
less figure / have ever seen. She
rose, for had finished her hair. an6
took a seat nearer the fire. HeI
| lips we're gray, as if she were cold
but her face was still as infexible
as flint.
He gave groan and started NJ
suddenly.
Il am going" he said. "I-'
He met her eye, and asked, "Why
do not you kill me? 1 was alto
gether in your hands once. Yol
killed her, you will remember
A slight blush tinted her cheek.
"You would make her happy,
suppose, if she had lived" she sale
sarcastically, But the sting did no
seem to reach him.
If she had lived. o, heaven.
: she had lived Winfred, may Coz
: deal by you as you have dealt By
me-
"T am wiling she answered.
He remained but moment long
er. Wrapping his cloak around hin
! he gave. her one look of reproach
and left the room. / looked wist
fully at her, she did not speak t.
me, and l too went away.
l She was i'll the next day, but OF
the following day she appeared a
: much as usual.
I, OF all that thought and felt, /
l of course. said nothing. The mat
r ter was no affair of mine. / un
! derstood that the two were brothe
! and sister-that the young man wa
named Guy Sedley-that he wa
: dissolute and in disgrace-that Mrs
e Maltby had taken care of him il
$ boyhood. but now ignored the rela
: tionship. / was in no way allowe'
: to learn any more.
But on the second night / wa
}. awakened by light shining into m
It chamber. 1t was something unusual
for the little clock on the mantle wa
t Ginning twelve. After a moment,
= slipped ont of bed and glided towar
. the open door. The long. embroidel
$ ed folds of my night dress nearl
y tripped me up but | made no nois
1 with my bare feet upon the dee
velvet of the carpet.
), / don't know whom | expected
see = certainly. not Guy SedleJ
!, kneeliag before a sandle wood ches
:, with papers strewn around him o