Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-11-07
WAS Mt A SIM z
By MAHY hxED cRowELL.

! inside the sweeping portierss OF he
lafee circular oriei window for rear
n 90 hour looking ont into the
gathering duck of the rainy June
afternoon with ewes tha, betokensd
some wasfare Of soul she had Oone
bithsr to 6Rhi out alone.
Her guests had gone to thaiI
rooms 70 dress for the half past
savsp o'clock dinner the house
f~as unusally quiet, and iu che roon
wh9fe abe wss, lights had h"t vet
been broueht, 30 that. for the time
being, MuIiei had her woe to her'
self. She was-, a lovely 7creasure,
stately and graceful AS white lily
with her creamy skin like rose
|. aves. and her great, magnificent
dark eyes full Of passionful bloc
fite. and her shining hair of lich
biub-black beauty.
She had made her toilet before
she came down from her room, and
with het rare, elegant taste that
could affnTd to be grasi6ed TO the
EXTREMIST extent she bad this af
ternnon put ON q dies of some
feecs material, and white as foam,
wearing ribbons of deep bright
cherry-a toilet that lit mp the
gloom OF the dreary day, and made
her look ravishly beautiful.
She ought to have been happy
this fair woman who Uwhed such q
mugn,6-ent estate that IN hours
brisk d,ivl. & IN any direction would
sot have taksn .her to it's bounds.
ry-this WOMAN just barely twenty
years o.i. sith -uch wealth and
heHu.y ut h..r command that she
was ebsied par excellence who had
friends, admi' ers. worshippers by
the score, whose faintest wish visa
IaW.
And here standing in the gloomy
twilight, wi,h tie drip of the rain
and the vail of the east wind iu
her ears, this fair faced woman,
sbo vas scarce now mois than q
xlrl. was waging her 6rst bitter
6Rht with Fate, because that Fate
haH taught her II the past few
months that above all thir 6 ia
his world sire desired wh.t she
conld not have-tbe love of Willis
Saxton, which he had hong. befo'e
Xiveo to little Grace Murfls-~1Ittfe
Grace with the big bloc 0, 90 and
H'.wirR yellow bair. VINO was with
her adored lover anoLg tho Soxen
guests ut Tho Ems" Mu,leI's
place.
And while sbis passion hearted. i.
passionate eyed woman was siAud'
ing there in the gloomy shsdnws
wondering why it was her Fsie
who WAS SO tantalizingiy cruel,
Grace Norris was up IN one Of the
gues'a chambers, was braidirg her
yellow hai., And looking vt the
Hweot amillnx reflection Of her dim.
pied facs Ia the glass, wondering
II Willis would be- pleased with her
il the toilet she had selected, AID
thinking what u happy Ri.l .he vac
because Wilne Saxtnn loved Ter,
Whil-, III the quiet Of ID. di n
ly lighted sniuckinS-t"oui, Wits
Ssx,on was waking sluwIy Up sn,i
down. thinking ct the c.DmphcAtinn
.n'o which his destiny had b.. ngbt
hlm.
A year ago he had asked Grace
Murrls to marry him. To night he
would have almost exchanged bis
soui for the privilege OF telling
Mariel Dalzell how msdly be loved
bSr, how empty bis life would be
without her when he should go away
from her.
That fortnight hc had been at
The Elms" had been one long
c bRlct between honor aud passion
that had maddeped him, with the
puweI :ulness on the one hand,
Temptation on the other, until, to.
high, he had come to think that
life or death hung on his loyalty
OF cislo, ally.
Il nall hour later merry rarty
of fElests We, e cage Is Goa king Miss
ID D,Izeli fOr tavo..
3D., do. Muriet the e's q dear,' -
WlnDie Warren said, caresslDg
MatIei', faiI. jeweied 6ugers. "It's
just tbs thug TOR q stuimy nigh,
nike this, aud of all shines in The
world tnsDrOraptu charadcs and
Tai 'leHux u tno most delightful.
Say yes, Mnriel.'
Aud that was how tue frst lipk
iD the chain OF fate Mas foi ged.
jus; awhile alter that. while
nearly all the party were lookiue
over some plates Of instruction, OF
dressing tOr parts already assigned
th-n., Willis Saxton came up &c
MusIei. as she stood q little aparl
f'on the lights aud the gay group
coDspicu"us among which was
Grace Morris with her lovely vel
low halr.
Muriers heart gave a sudden lit
tie lsap-it always did when b.
came near her ) but her face nevs
lost its sweet gravity as she looked
~ hmm, aracionsiy. pleasantly.
Il believe they have decided on