Daily Republican., 1879-09-19
A spy IN THE CAMP.

Dreams unrealized-re't at last.
Chicago "Iribune. "
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y A SPY IN THE CAMP.
When Viola Adair's father died, hi.
!. will contained one clause which many
people considered extremely singular
He desired his daughter, then clever
years old, to become, on completing hel
twenty first year, the wife of Elbert
: Duane, then aged fourteen.
!, Various conflicting reasons were Civ.
en- for this curious stipulation. Some
persons affirmed that in early life old
Mr.. Adair had been a hopeless admirel
Of Ebert Duane's mother. Others stat.
ed with roundest positiveness Of asser.
ton, that this was completely untrue,
and that the clause in the will sprang
entirely from strong friendship once
existing between the dead fathers Of
Ebert and Viola. With the other gos-
sipy reports We will not concern our
selves.
l Viola Adair lived In a great country
Homestead that had been in the family
. large number Of years, and principal
ly occupied hsrself, at the age Of twen-
ty, In spsculating upon what q fine
time she would have in the future.
Nbert Duane was always the subject
Of much drsamings. She had never
seen him he having lived since baby
hood among foreign English relatives,
and consequently the possibility that
he might not be the most charming OF
young dsmi-gods was changed BY Viola
into the decided probability that he
was thus divinely favored. Viola's
great-aunt, Mrs. Msrksley, lived also
at the home stead, but being eighty,
II day, and so deaf that 1t would not
have disturbed her repose partical
had she slept over one Of the most
popular New York shooting galleries,
this estimabls lady, as may be imagin-
cd, did not contribute any special d.
version to her niecs's daily life.
Viola's only real companion was q
certain Miss Butterfly, lady now
about forty years old, who had been
engaged as Miss Adair's governess
surely twelve years ago, and who still
retained her position, though it was
every day growing more and more of
sinioure.
1t would be hard to imagine more
charming elderly spinster than Miss
Butterfly. She was literally, "fat, fair
aud forty" Her plump face seemed
never tired of dimpling itself with the
heartiest and happiest mirthfulness.
Viola adorned her, and repeatedly de-
clared that existence would be blank
without her "dear old Butterfly"
One day about three months or 80
before the completion of Viola's twenty
first year, Miss Butterfly came running
into the room, where she was seated,
with an expression of fright and ankle
ty by no means natural to the COVER
ness's usually merry face.
"Oh, my dear Viola /" exclaimed
Miss Butterfly, "such dreadful thing
has just happened down at the gate
A gentleman has been thrown from his
horse and half killed !"
Viola's sapphire-colored eyes. opened
to their widest as she jumped up from
her seat, almost shouting:
"Good heavens, Butterfly, dear, do
you mean it3 What have you done? l
hope you called james and John right
off. Did you see him thrown?"
"No, but just as | got to the gate
heard a groan, and there he was lying
ON his side with his eyes nearly closed,
aud the fend of horse that had thrown
him was grazing several yards off as
quietly as lamb"
"Wsll!" questioned Viola, deeply |
interested. "Go on. What else happen
ed"
~ at once rushed up to the poor crea-
ture, and asked If he were much hurt
and what had hurt him. He pointed
toward the horse and then murmured:
Thrown felt like firing the largest
sized stone conceivable at the beast,
Viola, for daring to treat such a beau-
tiful young gentleman in such a man
ner."
"Was he beautiful?" inquired Viola
more interested than ever.
"Oh splendid Butjust wait till you
see him. He's In the sitting room now.
| got James and John to help him in,
and sent James Immediately on horse
back after DR.. Fitch"
.'And is he hurt 30 very much, But
tsrbyf"
don't know. It's his log, you see,
and he groans good deal and RIBS it
now and then, and all that. y
swine is with him now ?" =
"Mary Ann watched him whilst ran II
up to tell you. By-the-by, his eyes
we're shut when left him, but he
lidn't appear to be in q swoon at o o
sll." <.0 .
II took Viola nearly ten minutes be- =
ore she considered herself "pressnta-
de" enough to 60 down stairs. or u
curse, il her services had been in the u
east needed, no coquetry would have 81
Ieterred her from at once appearing at y
he sufferers side; but she we'll knew p
liss Butterby's thorough efficiency. is
She entered the sitting-room at last, IL
ooking perfect picture, with an ap. "a
ribbon at her throat, and ca
Ier reddish auburn hair curling over
ler forshead and temples in the most P'
"negligee" fashion; for
ONE girls would be miserable unless 81
hey could consult the latest modes, and u
am sorry to say that Viola possessed 70
his somewhat frivolous trait. The III
ulfersr was still lying Oh the lounge, y
nth closed eyes, but he opened them W
be moment Miss Butterfly said: III
"Ah, here you are, Viola!" M
And then our susceptible young her Ia
inc felt the voice Of her inward spirit tn
immediately murmur, "Butterby was ye
ipht. He is seraph--an Aaonis-a sa