The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-08-24

EaAss HGntiRaSsSa5n; hsrs faee aP 4ighteG
with sancy, inward laughter er-"the truth
ksBayeg oYeims Aafbte eflgrath deeper
than than you can ever repay. Tell me now,
/ fBSMaaS m6Mene the Gappy man you
are7" .5o .sGs
G HSsasasJa a9s1R Gss as sNlsa%i5Ga sN4 ss+i5Gas!
Even Miss Huntingdon, seemed to veil,
some, feeling under her gay manner J.
was trouhledircl l., .,.sgd 4ht .na9j BIS
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. in riddles 2" I
asked: 1id'Doi you. not both know that /
have no talent for guessing ?"h 3l'i'''o1a
CAT least you shall not cultivate it
lust now, DEAR" saidtMBssH Hmtingdml
sDrO Richardson will tell you when L am.
poAe.i must go to your aunt. It. does
her good to scold me-" She turned away
and .la6fed 81 sRF Of two andlthen look
ed back Yith-aichanged face. "Agnes,"
she said, wistfully, would you mind
Kissing me
'Miqd kissing yqa9, What question:
But But 3PFkGa5Se ippt going away Immediate
'aoh, I don't know. Perhaps 1 had
better bid you goodbye now" She kiss
ed me twice. "Good-byew she. said.
Absolutely the spark in her eyes was
ouenched in dew! "Agnes," she said,
with. an odd sort of half laughing seriogsY
/ nekifif Soh should eyer come 1x think,
that Ananias was a moral character in
comparison with myself, it would be- i'm
possible for you to love me any more,
Would it not 2 But. let me assure. you,
d nv T. dear, that Some stories are told with.
the, best possible Intentions i.as II. 4 o
= Then she. lett Us. ~ pnigu5 81. !,,. 3. .:
.o1sMhat can she mean, dearp asked,
turning in wonder TO DR. Richardson. D! !
.FiHe led me to the chair + had. Quilted,
F.andplacing me there again, stood before
me.
"Agneg- she 'mea1s :me 70 confess t9
YOU something that you need never have
known. And yet, perhaps it, isfbetter
that you should. She means that once
loved her" VIC ,'''' ''.'' ''-i' " -
;, He went on talking for few minutes,
but lido not-know- what ahessaid.T'"My,
hands. were. cold, and objects before my
eyes were blurred. She had deceived,
ME. It was to her and to him I had
listened, that evening 50 long. he had
loved her. I, who heard him declare it,
knew the depth of sincerity in ,the,-yoice
That told her so.s Had he sought. my
love as a solace for the wound that she
had inflicted? Friend and loyer-were
both to fail me?
"Have you nothing to say? Agnes
Why doyyou mot answer me%gess a.
"Wait for me one moment" Ireplied, I
hearing my voice, but hardly recognizing
it. "I will answer you when I return"
LEFT him abruptly going, slowly up
stairs, my heart feeling broken. I got
the sring, apd came down lagain, not
trembling at all, quite quiet, with that
fdreadfuf calm which accepts despair. IN
the blind jealousy Off the e7mementr it,
seemed impossible thatChe- -eould'really
loys me. haa:Sigg 81: once loyed |! hss. r1; $ ..r
some sort Of smile, "to break an engage
ment by returning q ring. Would yon,
like that ours should be broken so?
This issyourrihg, sis it not ?"
dsEYhat do: you mean, Agnes? Where
did you get this ring?" cried DR.. Rich
ardson, in great surprise. .s.'
"I was in the alcove there the night
that Miss Huntingdon threw it away.
I found it in the garden next morning.
Icheard all llCthatyou both said.V She; has
deceived me. She; said; when IL asked
her, that this ring was never hers. And
you have deceived. me; you told me that
in sndtber. moment The sobEia my
voice would have given place to misera-
BILE childish tears, but Dr., Richardson
folded me in his arms and kissed me,
laughing. That, comforted me more than
any, words couldshave done.5 *
"Poor trusting little onef'' he cried.
'oThe whole world is in conspiracy
against you, is not it," 1 shall play my
tTos- to the end, however, and say that l
love you forever. And cannot you for
give Miss Huntingdon Is snot she right
when pshe says that wetmy happiness
to her? And she may have told the
story that gfieSes yoti for The purpose Of
making US happy. Cannot you forgive
herr" y
Yes. When he had talked to me an