The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-07-14

morning, while Mel sac, the nurse, wsB
leading little Lyle along the garden walks,
wten a carriage came hurrSing up the
drive.
Ieprang up. fearing something had hap,
pened to my husband. But by the Time
r. cached the open ball door, a lady, alone,
WAS coming up the steps from the car
riage. She was very young, richly, and in
slantly addressed me:
'Are you not my brother Roecoe's witer T.
she asked II am his sister Ora, from New
o. leans"
don't remember how welcomed her,
but threw open the drawing-r0om door,
and abe entere and dropped into seat.
where is Roscoe7 have com3 to stay
with you" abe said her face psi as ashes.
took vague alarm at her appearance,
but endeavored 70 speak as usual.
"You are tired-ill. Lay of your wraps
and let me get you a glass of wine."
l went across the hail to the china closet.
When l came back she lay in dead faint
upon the foor.
Roscoe mad gone out of town, and did
net return till evening. l had Ora taken
t. room next to mine and put to be-.
She was mere delicate child when UNI
dressed not more than seventeen years
old.
"Oh, how good you are-how good you
are 7" she said with heart-rending pathos,
as bathed her temples and rubbed her de-
licate limbs. l had studied M 'dicine lit
tie with my father, and koew she was
close upon fever. At length she lay VAIN
and quiet. and soon fell asleep.
sat up till eleven o'cl ,ck, waiting for
Roscoe. At length heard his step in the
ball. hurried to meet HIM.
He looked astounded at my news. "Why,
what does II mean 2" he asked.
The next morning Ora was In burning
lever. She talked incoherently--ehe did
not know me. SUE lay very Ill for three
weeks.
Poor girl at one time 1t seemed certain
that abe would die, but, we kept her.
At last her frat act Of consciousness was
to kiss me, and murmur:
81 love your" 49,,
At last she could sit up and talk little.
And then she told Roscoe and me her
story.
l will not repeat 1t here 1t was tale
too sickening of human passi-ns 1t famed
by liquor Of mans tyranny; OF wUmsu's
weakness. Her husband was false to her
and to bis manhood. She chung TO him,
pleading he knocked her senseless at his
feet. And, before that, she had borne
oh, piiiul heaven, so much
lie has killed my love for him." she
said, white and shudde. ing. 81 am afraid
OF him had rather die than live with him
again Let me stsy here! Here be will not
find me. Ga. Roscoe-Constance, let me
stay vi h you!"
We soothed her-prc missed earnestly that
abe should stay projected, beloved by us.
For the conversation was most hurtful to
her, and nearly brought on relapse of her
fever.
80 found what had never had sie-
ter-and think we made her as happy as
she could possibly be after the terrible
blight upon her youth. She found fund
of comfort in little Lyle, who was very
fond of her, calling her "Lolo" IN his #,
lispng sccenis She was the most unset
fish and sympathetic in disposition, nd
this latter trait won FROM me, at lea /, a
confidence.
She sat with me. sewing 10 my chamber
one day R,scuo had Just sent gu from
t,wn a package of new books | wished to
spe We had locke them over-promised
ourse'q~s much enjoyment in the long win
Ter ev nings coming.
What splendid man Roscoe Isl" Ora
aid, thoughlfuily. HE is a champicn-a
frieud-he ia interes 10 everything you
care for he consults your wishes-miLis.
tprR to your tastes. Now my husband
never seemed to care for anything but t.
Uwu.''
Sac seldom or never referred to her hus-
hand 1t seemed to make her physically
i'll to do 20. hurried away from the SUBJ
ject
"I know l have good husband, Ora;
respect him, l admired him But yet" l
added. should have been happier If La
mar led another man."
Then l told her the tale of my youth.
OF my exceeding besuty-the tourist who
wandered to my mountain bome-of his
beauty, his charm, his power-my passion
for him. OF my invalid mother, who
prayed me not TO leave her-uf the choice
| needs must make-of his depariure-hls
subs, quent lesertion. OF how my mother
died blessing mellow my conscience ap-
proved, yet my passionate longing for what
| had lost. The hot tears rsined down my
| face as concluded-so deeply had nv ma
ture known this experience.
Ora listened with wide eyes, quickened
breath her work dropped upon her lap.
| When had done, she said
"What was hi, name Constance ? YOU
have not spoken it."
"Ivan Grey"
"Have you picture of himf" she asked
IN sharp. suppress d voice.
| unlocked the cabinet, found the photo
graph. placed 1t in her hand.
She glanced-dropped it as If 1t had stunl
her. 1T is my husband, Constance !"
could only stare at her.
at surely Is, Constance" she SAID, wind
ing her arms about me. When you frs
spoke of your childhoods love 10 BLU
mountains. I remembered to have seer
some sketches my husband made there
bearing date 1865, Ten years ago. On
Coz nv, what an escape you made that you
did not marry him To be the wife of 1vaI
Grey was r, served for my fate" she add, d
"Was Mr.. Grey's name Ivan" / STAN
mered.
Yes" she answered.
was forced to acct the truth.
rose. by-and-by, and put the letters AM
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