The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-10-16

"lou got badly drcnchcd and chilled.
my love, in shower of rain-'
"a shower of rain2"
The weak voice rang out clear and strong
the dark eyes flashed cxcitcdly; she
claspcd her hands, while vivid crimson
suddenly died her cheeks.
80 remember it all now. Please reach
me the desk |"
Then she told her mother her adventure
in the rain, and drew out of the desk
Franks poclsctbook.
"Thrcc weeks ago. In all probability he
has needed it. We must open it, mamma,
| to find his address and send it back to him
ut once"
Mrs. Thornton looked pityingly at the
flushed, eager face and trembling hands.
She shook her head doubtfully and sadly,
and said:
'You love Frank still, Ethel. now don't
you2"
No reply in words, but the poor pale face
was hidden upon the pillow with great
sob, and little thin hand stole into the
mothers, pleadingly.
Mrs. Thornton carcsscd the hand and put
it to her lips.
eff he were worthy, dear, should say
nothing, but he abandoned you, Ethel O
child, where is your pride2 You are hop
ing against hope, my daughter. 1t would
be cruel III ne to encourage you2 Mr.
Alcrrificld could have found you had
he wished; our address was left for all who
might inquire for it. He has not even
written to you since your fortune was lost.
l remember well that his last letter arrived
just as VIC were going to your cousin Eth
els wcddng--that was just week before
our trouble came"
Ethel made no reply.
Her face was hidden again, and sobs
shook her slender form. Mrs. Thornton
continued:
"Would that you had never seen Frank
Mcrrilield He forsook you in poverty,
and even when the far greater sorrow of
your poor fathers death came upon u.s. he
gave us not one sympathizing word! o
Ethel, think no more of him, but rather try
to reward the true and devoted love that
has proved so true friend to us. DIR.
Jones has been like n son to me through all
your sickness. Surely in time to come you
will get over this infatuation for one so un-
worthy, and reward devoted love as It de-
serves"
Ethel looked up wcarily,
81 don't love DR.. Jones, mamma, though
I esteem him, and I am grateful oh very
grateful for all his goodness to lis both. But
l shall never love any man but Frank
Some day I will tell the doctor so, and
thcn---if he chooses to accept esteem and
.gratitude--I will for your sake, mamma
She stopped, and quite broke down in a
storm of sobs and tears.
Hcr mother soothcd her, and presently
she became calmcr.
"Don't let lis talk of it any more, 'said shes
signing. "Lct us find his address and send
him his pockctbool1."
So they opened it and examined its con-
tents.
Notes, bills, memoranda, receipts con-
siderable amount of money, but no address.
At last in an inner pocket they found
letter, and in it a photograph. Ethel took it
out; it was her own picture.
"Mamma, mamma, look here," and the
poor girls trembling fingers clutchcd at
scrap of newspaper that was fluttcring to the
ground.
80, what is this ~
Bending their heads together they read
the following notice:
'Maricd. June 9TH, at Grace
Church, Henry Rollins, Esq, to Miss Ethel
ThorHton. Immediately after the cere-
mony the happy couple started on bridal
tour" 5a'
Mrs. Thornton looked up in bcwildcr-
ment. ,r /.
''Why, what Is that doing hcre2' said
she. "Its the announcement of your cousin
Ethcl's marriage"
sYcs, yes! and Frank thought 1t was
mine 1 see it all now-he has believed
me false to him Oh, my poor Frank he
has bcen suffering, tool The photograph
see, what is that written underneath it in
his own handwriting. Oh, lookl'
Again they read together.
This time Shakspeare's lines--though
slightly altered:
Vert thou but constant thou wort perfect
that one error
Pills thee with faultsi
ooh, my poor Frank !" cried the happy,
weeping girl. "Ohl why were cousin
Ethel and named the samc7 And Frank
never met her. Don't you see, mamma,
how the mistake has occurred2 And 1t
might have remained unexplained forever
but for that shower of rain Look at tho
letter, mamma. must find his address
now.nt ys ,s5, At&Ff
The letter was examined, and, happily
for all, supplied 1t.
81 Next morning a little note came by mail
to- Frank:
"SR.- My daughter, whom you kindly a.
sisted during shower Of rain, three weeks
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