Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1878-12-11

MaAWcll: Suc doN'" 'Si"'yi
Al evening with Gerald Sci ton she
was always less tolerant to her plebiah
husband.
.Yes-but alene. l will wait IN your
boudoir until ' on dismiss your maid.'
Something ID his colerless iace-some-
thing in the sound Of bis voice startled
her. hut be departed while yet speaking,
and the maid went on.
Hurry. Cecil coiled up the shining
hair. arranged the white dressing gown,
and lett her. Edith Maxwell arose and
went TO the Joudior. II was the daintlesl
bi;;oa Of boudoirs, all rose silk, silver
6lIrree-wsrk and delicate Greuze paint
,nes smiling dswn from the flutcd PAN
nels. A bright wood fire burned on the
marble hearth, aud her husband sleed
leaning against the low chimney piece
whiter and colder than the marble
Itself.
WELL she said what's IL
He looked up. She stOod beirre him
ia all her pride, jewels flashing. her
azure eyes ard tinselcd hair-hls' y't
net his; so fair He loved her. ho"
well his own wrung heart only knew
What is il? she repeated, impa-
t,ently Il am tired and sleepy Tell
me in q word
L can-rnin!
'What?'
I am ruined! Ali is lest! am a
beggar!'
She started back, turning whittier than
her dress. and leaned heavily against a
chair. -.
.Rulned!' she repeated. A 6eggar !
Ugly words are they not but q'n'e
nn,. | did not knsw it until last h'sh''
Walker came out from town to tell me-
N, last grand speculation has 'aileo.
and il. l,i,ure cnsulled rverl thing 1
g. -, IS poor as the poorest lahorcr on
mis- ulace; poorer tsan l VA. live year,
sso before tits fortune was left me-
Th,rs was a sort OF pleasure III thus
nideou,ly putting things in their u-lics'
light. Rich or poor, she desplsed Inn
alike. What need vas there for him 70
mincc matters?
There are Jour settlements your
FIVE hundred a year and the place IN
Vermont; bat cyumb Of Tue Loaf is lei
and remains yours. am sorry isr
,ou. Mrs. Naxwell-sorry that Noar
sacrifice OF youth and loyelincsS Oh the
alter q, mamnou has been III van'
had loppcl when l m'rred y"u' o'
d. aiming some return for the limltles'
love | ave YOU. | know how futile
that hope has been. Once again. Tor
your sake. AN sorry for myself 90
not care. The world is a wide place.
and I may yet make my way give
v,u vour freedom, tne only reparatloh
for marrying you in my power to make
I leave here to night, New York TO
morrow, aud sO--iarewell.
She stood Ike a stone; he turned
mad left her. Once she made move
ment. seeing the white anguish OF his
face. q. though TO 90 TO him. but she did
not. He was gone. and she dropped
down in the rose and SILVER glitter oi
ner fairy room, as miserable woman
as the day ever dawncd upon.
A monGh later.and she vas IN the cot
,,,se ND N Vermont. All had gone;Lne
nine day's wonder was at an end; the
rich MAXWELL aud his handsome vile
disappeared out of the magic whlrl OF
societ,. anI society got along very well
wlthou, them. They had been, and
they were not, and the story was told.
OF all who had broken bread with the
ruined man there was not two VINO car
ed whether he were living or dead.
The December winds swept down
tbroneh Vermont valleys and lashed
the windows OF the cottage were Editn
Maxwell lived. Size sat in the lsng'
low gloomy parlor before blazing
wood fire. and Gerald Seton stood be-
fer, her. lie had just iound her ou''ano
had run M to see how she had born hel
altered fortunes. She bore them AS an
encrownrd king might, with re al pr'd''
The exquisite face had lost its rose"''
bloom. the deep.slill eyes looked lar-el
and more fatherlcss. the proud noun
was set in patient pain-thaL was ALL
The man felt his heart burn as N
looked at her. ahe was 30 lovely. III
leaned over, and the passionate words
came tha, he could not check. lie lov
ed ner; ~. lsvcdln; 5 ie was i'Fsa a
en and alone; why need they part
She listened, growing "hlter llah
corpse. Then size came and faced I'm
until the COW ard soul within hlm shranl
aud quailed.
4 have fallen very low. she said. :
am poor. alone, and deserted wife. Bu
Gerald Seiion, have not fallen loS
enough for that. Go!
Her unSayering finger pointed 10 tn
door. Tuere was that in her face nj
man dare dsobey. and he shrunS toril
like a Whipped hound.
As on the night when she had rarie'
rom her husband, she slipped down 1t
her misery 10 the ground and hid he
face in her hand. Now, she knew tn
man she loved; now she was learning L
know the man who loved her.-Thc on
would drag her down TO the bottomles