The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1879-11-01
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lot, for better for worse, in riches
and in poverty, and, by SO doing,
takes from her every other chance
in tho world-tetting aside all re-
ligious cant and maudlin senti-
ment-I say he is pledged TO her
as sacrcdly as she is to him; and,
to my mind, being unfaithful TO II
wife is rs dastar,lly and dishonest
as rounding on q chum.'
As Pat delivered himself OF this
opinion, energetically enforcing
each word with a wave Of his mccr-
schaufn, ho rose to his feet and
strobe on, leaving Devainc' stretch
ell out at full length on the scat,
his cigar between his lips, which
were curled with an amused and
pitying smile. With one swift
glance at the man lying below, and
a long wistful look ut Pats reccd-
ing figure, Conny turned and
swiftly but roiSclessly rctraccd her
steps homeward.
n II 4
"Thcre-I knew how it would
bel You're as white AZ ghost.
A nice cold you'll have tomorrow!
Did you hear the niShtinsales
sing?
"No, dear; but heard raven
croak. Is papa i'll bed? Good
night
Il
"Thcn this is your final answer"
The speaker WAS Harvey De-
vainc, who, pale even to his lips,
was standing in the parlor OF Ash
ton Cottage, having just taken up
his hat rs il TO 60.
"Ies, Mr. Dcvainc," was Conny's
low but firm reply.
"rhen Miss Sinclair, | compli-
mcnt you upon being the most
perfect coquetto ii has over been
my honor 10 know
This taunt only served 10 bow
Conny's head u little lower, and to
bring the warm blood rushing over
face and neck.
Good morning
"Good morning. sho just gov
crncd her trembling lips TO answer;
but the moment the door had
closed she threw hcrsclron the cor
ncr Of the sofa and cried as though
her heart would break.
Three weeks had passed by and
Pat had not put in an appearance
at Ashton Cottage. Frank and
Mrs. Sinclair brought home lis ex.
cuscs for not having called. His
plea was unusual pressure ofbuSi-
ness.
Conny scarcely missed him nj
first, by reason Of the hard lattlc
slo was hourly fighting with her
self; but, like the true, brave girl
shc was, she never ilincheI from
the contest, but, facing tho trouble,
did her best to overcome 1t.
At last Pat-who had not seen
Devaine since tho morning follow
ing the boating excursion, when he,
Put, left for business with a knowl-
edge ofwhat Dev0inc's purpose was
in remaining for IL later train
made up his mind that, rs the
thing had to be done,and not being
able to frame any more excuses for
keeping away, he would get tho
meeting with Conny over; 90 in 4
most cowardly state of mind he
went across TO Ashton Cottage.
He had waited until it was dusk
before he ventulrcd to trust his tell
tale face to the scrutiny Of Conny's
and most likely Deyaine's-kccn
eyes. Passing round the garden 10
the back Of the house, where the
sitting-roon was, in Which tho old
people almost invariably played
their evening game of cards, to his
surprise there sat Conny alone,
reading hy the light Of the lamp,
which shed, to his thinking, Il pal
lor over her dear face.
For one moment he muditatcd
flight. lie never would be able TO
go through the form Of congratula-
ton which would be expected Of
him. Just then, Conny raised her
head, and he was seen. As he
stepped through the French win
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