The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-07-06
TURNED ADRIFT.
ny MRS EreENIA DUNLAP POTTS.

cheeks. Carl Weaverton directed to
wards me confding look from hi
deep grey eyes, and ! responded al
assurance Of secrecy. I soon contriv
cd to defer task | had promised Ad
elaide to perform for her, and retired
to the solitude Of my own room tc
write to Major Hadyn.
Guy Garnet's remarkable faculty
for discovering every thing that went
on about her, was beginning to inspire
me with a kind Of awe, and I was al
most uncopsciously learning to hide
the most innocent actions.
The postman came regularly twice
a week to the Hall to deliver and re-
ceive the mail. gave my guardian
strict injunctions not to mention my
whereabouts to Dewitt Beverly with
out first learning the object Of his visit
to the United States. Ardently IS !
longed to have him restored to me l
could not thrust myself before him
unsought. How the delicate matter
was to be managed ! could only sub
nit to the clear judgment Of him to
whom I naturally looked for aid in
extremity.
Sealing my letter | conveyed it to
Carl Weaverton with the request that
he would in person see that it was
posted Having thus far trusted him
1 was possessed by the inclination to
tell him more. There was that about
him which inspired unbounded conf
dence.
The desired opportunity came most
unexpectedly few days before his in
tended departure. Juliet had receiv-
ed by the last mail q letter from Ma
jor Dupont which was so pointed in
meaning that her conscience, already
sensitive with regard to him, became
sorely troubled.
Knocking at my door after all had
retired she entered with the open let
ter and asked Inc to listen to it. Her
eyes were bright and cheeks crimson,
and her long black hair flowing over
her white wrapper rendered her more
beautiful than she had ever appeared
in my eyes. Making her petite figure
comfortable in a crimson rocking
chair she proceeded to read words of
devotion such as should be addressed
to no mans betrothed bride. She was
conscious Of this, and the flush on
her cheeks became carmine.
There is but one thing to be done,
Juliet" was my unhesitating CON-
ment. You must give up this man.
| do not know him, bat l feel that be-
side your afiianced husband he must
sink into utter insignifcance."
She was more inclined to listen
than to argue. l felt that l might
perhaps WELD an influence if l talked
without reserve. therefore gave her
few pages Of my own heart history.
| endeavore1 to impress her with u
true sense of her own happiness, rs
well as worth.
"You continually do outrage to the
finer feelings Of your really noble ma
ture by allowing your fancy to run in
this channel of frivolty. 1t is un.
worthy Of you, my dear cousin. and
you will am sure think seriously Of
my words"
Dropping upon low cushion at my
feet, she rested her head with its mas.
sive locks on my knee and seemed 10
ponder deeply. ! waited for her, toy.
ing with her tresses, and strokiag her
brow with more affection than | usu-
ally permitted myself to display.
"Helen." she said at length, IL be-
lieve you are right. The world does
not contain another like Carl. am
ashamed to confess how unworthy /
feel. | have been captivated by the
romantic circumstances of Paul Du-
points singular career, and weak
enough to enjoy his devotion, express.
ed, as you have heard, in the glowing,
poetical language of passion. But !
will conquer the infatuation. Iprom.
Use you solemnly to write to him no
more"
She said this not Eirhout effort, but
| was truly rejsiced at the victory she
had won over herself Reared as she
had been 1t was impossible but that
she should be fondot admiration; and
the careless fashion OF love-making in
the society to which she had been ac.
eustomed. naturally blunted the finer
sense of scrupulous honor that should
have lifted her above reproach.
1t was near midnight when We sepa.
rated, and next day she arose with q
headache which became so unbearable
towards the afternoon that she retired
to her room bidding me entertain
Carl till supper.
Let's 20 out in search Of cool
spot, Miss Helen" said the gentleman
when We we're alone. 1.-The other Ia
dies are OF course asleep. There is
l.stla H. A. l. In.a nth s..ak ,yaash