The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-09-25
The Story OF Cyrllla.

iaid VeIVet In front of Parclev House
stood there, the western sunlight fall
ing IN darts Of gold upon her smooth.
datk hair. calm. peaceful light shin.
ing IN her deep dark eyes. And for the
hFst time darlng the nineteen dark, Bit
ter years Of her life, Cyril. Reicnor
was at peace with herself, and with the
world.
'She made fair picture to look
upon-tco fair. Judith Barcley, thought
when. tired. dusty and travel-staned.
she looked through one Of the lace
shrouded windows and saw Cvrilia
standing upon the lawn. the sunlight
cleaning aud glistening in her hair.
Who Is that girIg' she demanded
sharply, - she Withdrew from the win
dow and flung herself upon 4 chair.
'Flossys governess. answered her
sisierin law, serenely smoothing the
folds Of her claret-hued silk, and clasp
ing more tightly the opal-studded
bracelet which bound Her shapely arm.
"A COVER Iess:' drawled Judith, Lou
ise Barcley. why is that girl here:'
Because / So wish it. returned Mrs
'<oHiSc, o5 scftitik IL DtlOrc-
Then you're an IDIOT Judith de-
clared, an idiot in every sense of the
word. To think you should so far for
get yourself As to place that gypsy girl
before your brother, You know he
deems poverty an honor; you know
his loves pretty faces-and, lastly, you
know it was with hopes Of gaining him
that have come to visit you
Louise Barcl~y laughed low, linet-
like laugh, that reminded one Of the
gurgle of sweet, murmuIing waters
Then she said
idiots. my dear sister, usually know
hothing, and am no exception to the
general rule
Without seeming to notice her sisters
remark, Judith broke IN again
Was Horace here when you engaged
this person? Had she any recommends
tom?
Horace left for Europe eight days
ago | engaged Cyrilla Reignor this
morning. She has never had q situa-
ton before, and. therefore, brought no
recommendation save her true honest
face
Has she met Mark,yet:'
No; he was not here for luncheon
The information did not tend to less.
en- Jndith's anger. They will meet
yet. she decided; Mark will fall in
love with her; and Louise be fool
enough to rejoice at the girls good for
tune, while l.
Cyrilla Reignor all unconscious of
Miss Judi!hs anger, went steadily
across the lawn-out among the tall
old trees. through which the golden
sunlight was vaiply trying TO shed its
dying rays.
But she was not thinking of the sun
light. or of the signing music the old
trees made, as their leaves rustled to
and fro She thought of nothing save
the dark life she left behind her that
morning when she entered the gates of
Barcley Place; the dark life of which
she would never speak-of which she
would never think again.
Let the dead past bury its dead"
thought she.
But just then her musings came to .
very unexpected end. Her foot struck
against what seemed to be a log; she
tottcrei. lost her balance and fell.
'Heigho. roarcd Mr.. Mark Barrimore,
as the foot came in contact with his
side, and Daniel Dcronda' flew dozen
feet from HIM What's np?'
Great fushes of crimson swept across
Cyrilla's face. The log was tall.
gloriously proportional, handsome fel
low, with a smile more women than this
lovely goveruess had voted sublime
If you please, she stammered, Il
was watching tiny bird fl, ing above
my head, and didn't see you. 1 have
hurt my ankle terribly. am afraid
No doubt Mark Barrimore would
have given fortune to have been an
M. D. at that moment; but ne wasn't.
and so had TO forego the pleasure Of
ascertaining TO what extent the ankle
had been injured However. he helped
Miss Reignor as best he coul until
the pain in her foot had snb,ided some
what, then she limped back Ia the
house with the aid of his aih, and
Judith Barcley, her pale face wrough,
with passionate hate, saw them. and
ielt Mark Barrimore WAS lost to her
forever
Aud so their acquaintance began; to
cnd-Judith Bsrclev would have given
her life to know just how that chance
Acquaintance would end.
Somehow it seemed necessary for
Cyrilla te take stroll every evenin.,
and somehow it seemed Just as neces-
sary for Mark BArrimore 10 follow her.
And Judith Barclays heart sufferei
on. But one night she determined to
follow them. Wrapping herself in a
huge cloak, she ran across the lawn and
saw them enter an ivy-cevered summer
house; quietly she hid herself among
the thick vines. but before she WAS
fully concealed, small. mis-shaped man
crept close 10 her and hissed,-
'Cyrilla. have found you at last,
hold out your hand.
Without psusing TO think, Judith
thrust out her hand. and the next in
slant piece of paper was placed in it.
As soon as the dwarf was gone she slip
ped from her hiding -plaoe and ran to
her own room. Once there. she hastily
opened the note and read -
'CYRILLA We've found you right
in the place you're wanted. Steve aud
me is goin' to skin Barcley House
Tuesday night. BE at the outer door
so you can help us in this job ss You
have in Others Remember. gal, ycu
are one Of us. Remember all the little
iohs you've done afore. and then help
us in this. Ii you refuse. beware of