The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-03-06

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young lady come back she said
perhaps she should come to read
to US a little more, if she got
through her other visits in time.
There amt nobody can make my
old man hear like Miss Evelyn,
though she don't speak loud
neither"
"Miss Evelyn ?"
Eyes, to be sure" petu!antIy
answered the old woman. Miss
Evelyn Darcy. [ wish she'd
come back She's here every day
to read to US, rain or shine. I'm
sure | don't know what we'd do
witho out her p
While Orme still! stood there, 4
soft knock sounded at the door,
and u slender young girl entered,
in d gray dress, with a veil drawn
closely over the brim Of her bat
She stopped, with slight start Of
surprise, as she confronted him.
"Mr. Orme!",
"l hope l am not interfering
with your sphere of duties, Miss
Darcy" he said, rather awk-
wardly.
"Not at ALL" said Evelyn COM
posed!y. "Thcre is plenty of work
for us all, Mr.. Orme''
He thought within himself that
be never had seen her so beautiful
as she was at that instant; with
the faint roses of exercise glow
ing in her cheeks, and the sober
gray dress setting eff her delicate
beauty as a border of dark enamel
enhances the glitter of a gorgeous
diamond. Was this the girl whom
he had fancied to be mere fash
ionable butterfly?
EVERYWHERE throughout the
dreary route of want, povert y and
sickness that he trod that day,
the presence of Evelyn darcy
followed him, and pervadod the
atmosphere like a subtle, Invisible
fragrance. Evidently it was no
sudden freak on her part to oc-
cupy an idle hour, or satisfy some
solitary twinge Of conscience, but
a grave, earnest, methodlcal course
Of we'll directed charity and at
tent;on-a something which gave
him the truest and brightest of all
insights into Miss D'Arcy's char
acter.
"a perfect woman, nobly planned
To warn, to comfort and command
Mr.. Orme began to fancy that
he had at last found his ideal.
IF she will but marry mel" he
thought. While Felix Mildon be-
gan TO suspect that Harry was
really. succumbing to the magic
power of the little god with wings
and arrows.
They were walking home
one night, side by side, from a
death. bed. whose peace bad:lifted
them up unutterably from the
mists and damps of this lower
world. Above, the stars glittered
from the purple concave Of heaven,
like the blossomiug of innumer-
able golden buttercups; below, tie
air was hushed and silent. At
length Orme spoke:
"If we could always walk
through life thus, Evelyn, side by
side! Do you think. you could
trust me, dearest ?"
She put her soft, warm little
hand confdingly in his:
II could trust you always, Har-
ry."
"Then you will be my wife?"
II will"
Ard then he told her Of the
vague impression he had pre-
viously formed Of herself and her
character.
i saw you, night after night,
in the gay whiri of bathrooms
reception halls and soirees," he
confessed frankly, "and l mag
iued you like all the rest Of the
fashionable young ladies it bad
been my i'll fortune to meet"
You did not imagaine it posi-
bic for one to lead dual life,
she said, smiling. II went tc
balls and parties to please my pa
rents, who had a horror Of my be-
coming eccentric Or selfisoiated
| spent my days in satisfying the
cravings Of a higher nature"
And Felix Mildon, when he con
oratulated Mr.. Orme On his ap
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