The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-08-23
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fairgrounds about Mrs. Atherling''
country home looked like fhiry.land
on one particular night in June.
The occasion Was q strawberry and
cream festival, given for the benefit Of
the Presbyterian church.
Colored lanterns hung on every
tree, torches blased between, arches Of
evergreen spanned the table,, and
there, too, was light.
Strains Of sweet music foated on
the bslmy air. and from the parlor Of
the roony houss came the sounds Of
feet flying In the merry dance.
Many beautiful ones were there; but
she who carried Of the palm was
standing alone at one Of the parlor
windows.
She was tall and queenly. her skin
was like polished ivory, her eyes were
hazel, large and Luminous. She was
woman who would be singled out
among . thousand.
Her dress, Of palest azure silk,
trimmed with rufIles heavily embossed
with darkest blue, became her well,
and the silver arrows in her hair glin.
ted and glistened o. she moved her
shspely head.
Many were admiring her Is she
stood there.
Down BY the gateway stood two, to
whom We will lisesn.
They we're Philip Norwood and
James Newman, old friends who had
not met foe ysars.
They had just discovered each 9TH
er, and had about Eve minues' talk on
"old tins,' whsa Newman stopped
short in What be bad been saying. and
broke OF with:
II say. Norwood, who's that beauty
yonderf In I'll ny travels / haven't
seen such . facs - that
THAT" aid Philip. looking in the
direction Of his companions gaze,
which wss toward The parlor window,
that" be repeated, his handsome
face glowing with tenderness and
pride, chat, Newman is my betroth-
ed"
Indeed! BY Jove, you're the
luckiest man know of Norwood"
"Yes, / am lucky, Newman. She
lie as good o. she Is beautiful"
Then she must be very good, for
her beauty is marvellous. Allow me
10 congratulate you. old fellow. When
is it to BET"
"In the fall
"Youll ask me to he present, of
coursey
Certainly
Sand what might the fair ones
nams be?"
"She has an odd name-Pamilla.
Don't often hear it, do your
"No. Pamilla-- Pamilla--Pve
heard it before, though. All! re-
member. Psmilla what?" eagerly.
"Pamilla Hyatt"
"Good Godl" exclaimed Newman,
starting hack o. II he had been shot.
Whats the matter'' asked Nor
wood.
"Pamilla Hyatt-Pamilla Hyatt"
repeated Newman, excitedly, as he
took from his breast pocket q leathern
case, and with trembling fingers open
ed il, and brought out small gold
locket, blue enameled. "Look at
that, NoswOod--look ct the name
what do you sees'
Norwood looked, and saw, and ejac-
ulated:
"PAmilla Hyatti'
"Exactlyl That locket must be
hers. 1t isn't likely that there Is more
than one Psmilla Hyatt in the
world"
"Wsll, and what Of itf"
"A good deal. Let me withdraw
my congratulations. You're not the
luckiest-you're the most unlucky
man l know Of. to be ensnared by her
fatal beauty"
"Explaia I" cried Philip, hoarsely.
Explain, at once"
"You remember my cousin Andrew
you've heard of him, at least
you've heard me speak ofhim-a gay,
merry. easy-going fellow. Did you
ever hear that be was m1deredr
Murdered ! No." gasped Norwood.
Two years ago. he was murdered
in his fathers house; and that" hold
ing out the locket, "was the only clue
We had TO the doer Of the deed !"
THAT exclaimed Philip, gazing
shudderingly at the lockst.
"Yes, that. Listen; it was in the
fall; Andrew had been away all the
in the country; shortly after
his return to the city. his mother re.
quired 9 new chambermaid-the one
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