The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-07-31
sleeve, and u black domino; and we will
have happy evening in spite of fate.
ArJANO

i have right to love so good man as
my cousin Allanl"
She composed herself with difficulty, and
entered the suppcr-room. At the table old
aunt Dornda detailed some culinary voc
connected with the evenings refrcshment,
and she soon escaped from the room almost
unnoticed.
But glancing back us she closed the glass
door, Clarce saw her father stOOp to the
carpet and pick up a paper. Pressing her
hand quickly to her breast she found Allan's
| note gone!
Sick with terror, she leaned against the
wall, and saw her father, slowly unfolding
the note, pass out one of the long windows
OF The supper-room upon the piazza. Then
she went, almost blindly, to her own room
AS soon as the first shock of alarm was
over, Clarice hastily penned note to Allan
iorDlddlng him to come, and sent 1t to him
by one of the house servants.
'Get it to Mr.. Larrimcr within half an
hour James, and will give you that for
your sweetheart" slipping ruby ring from
The mulatto showed his teeth and slipped
alcrtly away.
But Claricc's hands trcmblcd so that she
could scarcely thread out the great braids of
her fair hair. She was glad her maid had
been pressed into other service, that she
might hide from the girl her white face and
shaking hands.
AT last Lucille came hurrying in:
''Thc people arc coming, Miss Cline, and
your father wants you."
Dropping OH her knees, Lucille loopcd
up, with clasps Of dead gold, her MISTRESS 8
misty skirt; and, catching up fan and bou-
| quct, Clarice fastened to take her stand at
her fathers side, rs the first bcvy of laugh
ing guests trooped up the broad steps, un-
der the moonlight, among the flowers.
Not once dared she look at him, and he did
not address her.
When the last guest had arrived, he COW
cred his face with domino and entered the
crowd
And Clarice2 She yet stood in the great
arched hall, under garlands of roses, faint
with apprehension, and anxiously watching
for James return.
1t was eight o'clock. If the man should
miss seeing Allan, the latter was liable to
| appear at any moment, and her sinking
spirit told her that it would be at the risk
of his life.
Suddenly her lips broke apart, her eyes
dilatcd. In the very thickest Of the throng,
i'll the centre Of the principal apartment,
stools figure in troubadours dress, a
pink ribbon on the sleeve. A domino con-
ccalcd the face, but the sunny hair, waving
under the plumcd Cap, was Allan's very
own.
Like one transfixed she stood. The trans
parent nails of one small hand cut into the
soft palm, yet she seemed in some horrible
trance. She dared neither advance nor ad-
dress Allan nor retreat from view, yet she
knew some instant measure must be taken
to prevent her father and lover from COM
ing into collision.
She looked down the rooms the former
was not to be seen. But the next instant,
door swinging wide, she beheld him at
Alan's side.
She turned, and would have fled in very
terror, but the sudden sound of her fathers
voice transf1xed her. The terrible temper
of Hartley Cline was aroused, and forget
| ting all else he covered his unwelcomc guest
| with maledictions.
What taunt flew back she could not guess
but hercrlean blow suddenly felled the
| troubadour to the ground.
A score of hands seized the mailman, for
| he was little else, so terrible was the su-
premacy Of his passion, and forced him
aside, while others tenderly raised the pros.
tratc man literally wetcrlng IN his blood.
His head had struck the projecting arm of
bronze statue as he went down, frightful-
| ly gashing it.
| \ physician pressed through the crowd,
and his hand removed the domino A white
boyish face was revealed, one that had late
| ly como far over the seas, to be met cruelty
indeed. No other than Leigh Cline.
"Your son, sir!" said voice, sternly, in
Hartley Clincs ear.
''My son ?"
He pushed them all aside, with rade,
irresistible force, and bent low over the
scnseless face, like one growing blind.
( LEIGH, Lcigh-my boy, Leigh thought
no matter what--I thought-God, he is
dying!"
For tremor shook the PROSTATE form
then 1t lay very still.
They lifted the young man softly up,
and bore him TO his chamber, the physician
shaking his head as he followed.
The guests dispersed; the crowd melted
away. Hartley Cline stood alone in the re.
buking stiffness of the lovely rooms, and
lifting up his voice, wcpt
What sob echoed his9 Ills daughter fit
ted through the hall, speeding on some cr.
rand of the physicians orders. Then ali
was still, until the latter came quietly dowr
the stairs.
81 can do nothing more, sir.
| lie, too, was gone.
Hartley Cline believed that his only sor
10y dead in the chamber above.
That terrible night whitencd his abund
ant hair. All through its hours he walked
the floor. At length, in the still dawn
Calrice, white as spirit, touched his arm
'tFather, Lcigh breathcs. We think III
is a little better"
i Hartley Cline sank into an armchair.
ooh, thank God thank God ~ he cried
Faithfully, humbly, through long weeks
he nursed his family breathing son back t
life.
}, At first Clarice feared to address he
father, but he was gentle and kind will
her, with oil. For he had changed ,-,ittcr
i ly, utterly changed. That dominant tenn
] per was broken at last. He had nearl.
!. murdered his own son, and only this fearfrl
peril had disciplined him. 's 5, !.
When those interested cared to inquire, !
: was easily understood how Leigh Gin