The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-09-18

Eupnemlas dry tongue Glove to the
roof of her mouth, and she grew pale with
passionate dismay.
The man was silent second or two,
waiting for her reply, and he said: 81
may tell her you will come?'
"EuphcmiaY'
1t was Mr.. Roper's voice, and he was
evidently growing impatient at her de-
lay.
She called back, ~ am coming" and
then she turned to the man.
Tell Margaret Cell [ will call upon her
this afternoon; and also tell her-that
she may fully understand my intentions
before come-that will do what l can
for her, but that | am fully determined
not to take her back again."
"She will make her own terms" an
swered the man, with a defiant luagh;
though ! don't much fancy she will want
to 60 to service when she can live in clo-
Yer without"
81 will settle all that with her." said
Euphemia, her temper rising at the mans
insolent tone and manner; lit is no pos
slble concern of yours And have care
Mr.. Roper does not see you, that is all,
or he will have you taken up for tres
pass"
"No fear of that" said the man, with
a short chuckle; "no fear of that"
Don't be too sure" she replied, as she
turned and left him.
"Well, my love-" said Mr.. Roper, when
she came back to his side, "you have
been a long time getting your flowers.
And did | not see you talking to some
manw
"Only the gardener" she replied, in a
stitied voice. Gle was telling me about
the flowers"
Her face had been avcrted from him
before, but as she spoke, she involuntary
turned it towards him, and then he saw
its deadly pallor, its terrible despair.
"Euphemia, for heavens sake what is
the matter?" he exclaimed, stretching
his arms to take her into shelter against
his breast. "My poor love, do you know
that it breaks my heart to see you look
like thisW
II shall-be--better--in a-minute,"
she gasped out; don't speak-just yet"
There was bench in the garden close
by. He led her to this, gently placed
her on it, and sat down beside her.
"You are so good-so very good" she
muumered presently; .."and yet it was 50
bitterly cruel of me to marry YOU"
"You may mean that it was cruel to
dream of denying me, even for second.
Euphemia, | shall never regret my mar
riage, but rather rejoice in it as long as |
live"
He said this boldly and bravely, and
you could tell at once that it was the
true thought of his heart. But this as
surance, which would have been SO sweet
to most wives, seemed rather to increase
Euphemia's emotion than to soothe it.
She burst into a passion Of wild sobs
and tears; and Mr., Roper, who felt that
his ignorance of the cause of her grief
rendered it impossible that he should
comfort her, sat by, SILENT but almost as
troubled as she. AT last, he ventured to
say: "My dear wife, you will certainly
make yourself ill if you do not restrain
yourself little. | am afraid something
must have have happened"
"Oh, no; only | am not quite we'll this
morning, think. / have been little
excited, and am subject to these hyster-
ical attacks" /
"At any rate, my love, you are better
now."
Better now," she repeated after him,
mechanically; "only the smell of these
flowers makes me faint. Shall you think
me very wicked if | throw them awayw
my dear Euphemia, what are ali the
flowers of the garden to me in compari-
son with your comfort and happiness%'
Only"
"Only, away with them," he interrupt
ed. gathering the bouquet together, and
fiinging it amongst the shrubs. ''The
scent Of that narcissus is very sckly, +
should not wonder if it was that that
made you ILL.,"
perhaps. However, I am myself again
now. Let us walk on"
"Here comes the butler, my love.
Surely we can not have visitors at this
time in the morning? In any case, you
are not fit TO see them just now"
The butler announced that Mrs. and
Miss Weston were waiting for Euphemia
in the drawing-room; and Mr.. Roper
would have gone himself and excused
his wife, only She would not hear of it.
In truth, she longed for new face, or
new sensation even, which should relieve
her, if momentarily, of the terrible
care which was expressing her so heavily.
Mr. Roper followed her to the house,
and meant to have gone with her to make
the acquaintance of their new neighbors;
but-he heard that Mr.. Irwin was in the
library waiting to see him, and went on
there.
Euphemia still wore her broad brimmed |
garden hat, and concealed her red
eyes from observation. Mrs. Weston rose
as she entered, and they shook hands.
Bessie, who like all sensitive people, had
odd presentiments, and had been warned |
by one of these that she should not like
Mrs. Roper, held back little, and gave
her cold finger-tips at last, reluctantly.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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