The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1877-08-04

Fred Holman S devotion.
She was handsome, dignifed girl of
nineteen, full of womanly sweetness,
unspoiled by her great wealth. She
loved him with the whole strength of
her young heart, and she was sure that
her love was returned. With the divine
intuition of true love, she knew that
were she beggared or deformed Fred
would love her still the same. Not
for the money had he sought her for
his wife, not ever to please his uncle.
He loved her
The dainty work under the slender
fingers progressed but slowly, as Maudc
lay back in her deep armchair, looking
into the glowing grate-fire, and building
castles of future happiness. From this
tender reyery she was aroused by the
servant who handed hera squarely folded
letter, awkwardly addressed, and fast
ened with a wafer.
Wondering who her unknown cores
pendent could be, she opened the paper.
The same struggling handwriting met
her eye. Only few lines were written.
"If you would have proof of the false
hood Of one you believe true, go at eight
O'Clock, this evening, to the second floor OF
No..2S Ralph Street and you will find Mr..
Frederick Holman and his wife"
Anonymous the proud girl said,
her lips curling and her eyes flashing.
The liarW
She threw the note upon the Goals as
she spoke, and watched the flames curl
and blacken the paper, till it flashed
out of sight up the chimney. Then with
the color stricken from her face, she took
up her embroidery.
Had Harvey watched her then he
would have thought that the poisoned
arrow had missed its aim. But it was
not so. The work was thrown aside
the piano rang out under the restless
fingers novel was opened, a room was
put in order, but while the calm face be-
trayed no secret suffering, the girl was
tortured all day by the words of the
anonymous note: -" Frederick Holman
and his wifeW
Could it be? Had the frank, brown
eyes that had looked so lovingly into
hers mirrored only false heart? Was
she, indeed, so far deceived?
Long before eight o'clock Maude Ches-
terton had resolved to prove or falsify
the words that seemed burned upon her
brain. Surely of all the world she had
the best right to test the truth of such a
monstrous charge against her betrothed
husband. And while she was striving
to hide from her eyes the torture she en-
dured, James Rutherford was storming up
and down islibrary, holding the second of
Harvey rockingham communications
in his hand. In the same awkward
handwriting the same facts were stated,
the same hour and place appointed to
verify the writer's words.
But the peppery old bachelor made no
secret of his wrath To have listened
to him one would have supposed that
making mincemeat of the disobedient
nephew was the least he intended. He
called him all the pet names suggested
by furious rage; he used up all the
abusive adjectives in the dictionary to
describe Mr. Frederick Holman. He
exhausted every threat that fury could
devise, and long before eight o'clock he
had wrought himself to a rage that was
frightful to witness.
1t was with a chuckle of satisfaction
that Harvey rockingham, secretly hid
in courtway, watched tall, stately fig
ure leave a carriage at the head of Ralph
Street and walk to the door of %. In
the quiet of the street he heard clear
voice ask the servent who opened the
door,
"Does Mr.. Holman live here ?'
Yes, ma am; second floor.
&C Is her husband at homeY
ooh, yes, ma'am; you'll find them
both there"
Then Maude Chesterton entered the
house just as short, painting man dashed
up the steps, and not pausing to make
inquiry, also entered.
In the hallway Maude Chesterton,
turning, as rapid footsteps followed her,
faced James Rutherford
You herew he said. "You have
heard, too, then of the trick this migrate
full hound has played upon us?"
have heard" she answered, in a
cold voice, " that your nephew's wife
lives in this house. | wish to ascertain
if it is true"
We will soon see! We will soon see !
Second floor. Here we are. Now then. :"
The old gentleman's raps proved the
excitement under which he was laboring
A very pale, sweet woman opened the
weeping very recently.
"Does Mrs. Holman live here" the
old gentleman asked.
That is my name, sir"
"Can see your husband?"
The soft eyes, full of deep trouble,
were lifted.
els it on business, STRIP
every important business" was the
rather dry response.
Because the doctor said to-day, he
must not have any mental excitement
He is very much worse to-day. II am
afraid he is dying"
The sobs broke out again.
"Dying!"
Maude Chesterton reeled into the
room and sank dizzily upon a chair.
James Rutherford, with face as white
as death, said, huskily,-
dying! An accidents"
" No sir; it is fever from overwork."
Fever! Overworkp'
Josie, Josie!"
fever Fred Holman spoke, he spoke
then from an inner room, and the little
wife seeming to forget her strange visit
ors, answered, quickly
e" Pm coming, Fred"
She went at once to the room from
which the voice came, and again the
two, listening intently, heard Fred's
voice:
"Bring the last cordial Josie. Ten
drops | am sure he knew me, but he is
faint"