The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-05-10

with whom she was cohYe8ihg, at large
and brilliant entertainment
aHeartless with that ssAsitive mouth
and those eyes SO deep dnd full OF ex-
pression?" said the physician, musing-
lV,~.s.-.s.-.ze.---.---
I don't admire her styleIof bssuty st
all. She looks like wax dolk snd1her
heartlessness is proyerblslI Since her
uncle left her so wealthy, she has had
suiters by tbe7seore, and Rifts with every
oi& Wfys Io& at her new 2" ,.23
~. SEaeyS eyes followed the direc-
tiR in .NhcS sthe4 lady waved her fan,
aida resSd-ms Che Central figure of a
gfyQp 6aHd;:the. piano. Il was lady,
5yddSg anda faM, with q taal, exceeding
gisSeful Hgnre, pureG GSek features and
larxe blEs eyes, Heg hair vas short, but
the SOFT, fuH c1fls made lovely frame
fdffhs fair.face. ( Her dress was of dark
lace : aSd awisted amongst sthe@gulden
curls swefe deep crimson founces, with
DIX green leaves; and ON the snowy
theatsaSd arms glitterad bloddrea rubiss:
Sha' was -eoonversing gaily With ssknespf
gsntlemen, and DR.. Stanley sauntefed
ssNiiss lfassson," said one gentleman,
hatbasbecome of Harold Graham, the
asfist7''s2 80 ~
efhe Gny. hands swept ovsf thedyoH
keys of the grand piano, in the measure
ofa braliantwaltz ;>ann ahother of the
gnnp, mpfosing Miss Marston did not
6aaf thsaaestion, saids "qut at elbows
and CAM appear"
He sasswfetchsdly .poof, there is no
doabt, ,"said third.
SAPerhapa he has committed suicide.
Itis thne weeks since he disappeared, !"
said anothera = Y: ,,-...> =.
ooh, I hope notr, said Miss Maston ;
I'VE want his tenor for oni next musical
soiree. It would be too provoking for
him to commit suicidew
.sMgs. Holmes was right, 7 Thought the
doctor; she is perfectly heartless. Poor
Haroldp
He turned ftpm the piano, but stopped
as full, rich tuice broke pgt into song.
Eva Marst6n -was singing Schuberts
"Last Greetmg;;nn and into the mournful
wordsashe poured such wailing energy
andasp p&hes t6at group after group,
in tkNtsrg@ro1mss ceased their gay CON.
verlf70n tof1isten % the mnsic., = A..
aGau shesingiso without heaSt or feel:
ing r pattsred the,doctor, again drawing
isaief 10 the piano. {, !
h"Eva, ~ said q young lady; as The last
notes:ef thesong died saway, "Eya, play
gPaAka, wont you p
sAccentemptuous smile quiyered for q
momeptSbn Eya Marsto3s, lip; then,
noddiHg-gDod d.natnfedfy, she, d4shed off
intGas1ivey polka, which soon melted
the group round the piano into merry
ight-footed dancers; aud DR., Stanley
vent With the rest. ,.r.
eThesnext morning Miss Marston sat in
he-.0Wn room, writing letter. Let us
peepeyer her shoulder at only one sen.
Nncas, - siii al
=. es.s6H, hotow, all heartless, Miriam
Yeurb}aneSme for flirting; you @e not
here to gee. haY they fol loM me- merely
for my money snot one true heart among
them ALI. Fhere was one THafold7y;sn 8 3
kKnock at The door. INTERRUPTED 'hef.
'tG0Ine inpsand needle-womanen-
terdiRith q basket of work. crA---
"G0od m0rni9g," said = va pleasantly.
Elbow is Terence this morning
'tOhl MIN, It's beautiful hes d to-day.
Sure, marm, I'm sorry ye'Ye had to wait
so long for the ncedle-xorf." s
'Ne1er mind that. How eolld you
Herk sWitls sthe.po -fellAH 30 i'll e szs =
'Eure, miss, it's many fnncysaSone.e
pects their work, sick. or we'll; and isn't
Jerry sitting up the playing with the
mSs. .ye sint him and Pat, that I kept
hnme from school, a-minding him.
sS'HoH mnch, Maryf" said Eva, taking
atOh1 miss yon don't owes Mlry Dena
mis- a far3en.ss There's the decS4er ye left
the money to pay, and the wool Ye.aint,
and the praties and milk, and the money
ye gave me last week sure, miss, it's in
yonr debt Z am for the rest of my life"
:fWhatI I gave Terence has nothing to
do with my BILL" said Eva, rapidly
counting ontsome money. e.. u
asMiss Eva said the poor Irish
needle-woman, and then: stopped.
"Well, Mary~
'Sure, miss, you do 80 much good with
your money Pm ashamed to tell you -"
aFe1fMe what ffaa--.--s-~
"Well, miss, it's abont.ths, young
gentleman that's. rinted mys sfeome
You mind where the widow died last
autumn. He came week back, miss,
and he niyer come. down stairs f6r three
days; 80 this morning ] wint up and he's
sick with fever outlof his head entirely,
miss. If you would come now"
."Wait, MarSt; IU go with you"
GnHeis dreadful poor, I think. miss;
for it's precious little furniture, nothing
bat Q bed and q table and chair, aud no
Hunkrat.all, bat q bit of a carpetbag. u
5ThroWing Of her rich silk wrapper,
Era puta on a dark gray dress and cloak
and added a close silk bonnet With .
thick veil. '@.'s'
"Come, MaryP - - &! ~ =
And the two left the house together.
In . low; close room, on q patlet-bed,
lay Mary Dennis lodger.5Gt The face
agsinst- -fhe~esurse-tiekihg pillow was
such as one fancies for that Of his faver-
ite poet. The hair was dark, waving
over q broad white forehead; and the
deep set eyes was hazel, large and full
and the, features delicate. Usually the
EEe was psle, bat now it was crimson
With fever. Thes eyes, too, fierce and
wild. But even with all this, that face
was :beautifhf with an almost unearthly
beauty. Into: that poor, low room, Eta,
With her sombre; dress and radiant beau
n, came Ike plying angel-she gave
one glance at She inyalid's face, a9aI then
crossed the room TO his side. -. Oh
eva p'said the SICK man, aEyar 4iis
.-laHe knows me;p ale mnrmmed, draw
[n9 back. But the young man moaned'
Ter name again, snd then broke forth in
Wild deirious rawlings. '',--