The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-05-06
Horace Calthorpe's Wife.

The clock had struck ten. Farmer
had long since been snugly tucked up in
bed; but his daughter Alice still sat in
the sitting-room, listening with feverish
.eagerness for every sound. Suddenly
she sprang up and went to the door.
"Horacep
A tall, handsome man, with dark
eyes, and wavy black hair dropping over
a forehead smooth and white as nodded
wax, bent carelessly to receive the kiss
that fluttered ON her lips. ....'.t
"There, Alice, that will do. You tire
me to deathW
ado /, Horace? You did not say so
once!"
81 am sick and weary of these absurd
demonstrations, Do, pray, use little
consnon sense"
Alice stood a moment, repressing the
tears which were brimming over her eye
lids.
"You have been hunting all day,
DEAR" she said, trying to assume a
sprightly air; $50 you have not heard
the newsf'
"News-no. What news is thereW
"The Rev. Mr.. Wayne is dead"
"Dead! is he? Are you certain, Alice?"
"Miriam told me So Oh! Horace, they
are all broken-hearted over there!"
"Who cares for their broken heartsw
exclaimed Horace Calthorpe in tone of
savage exultation. $50 the old priest is
dead! dead at last'
"What do you mean, Horacew
"Mean? Nothing. Don't poster me
with your everlasting questions. Alice, |
am not in the most indulgent or amiable
of moods tonight, young lady, as you
may chance to find out if you're not
pretty careful"
81 am very sorry you don't feel kindly
towards me tonight, Horace" said Alice,
with quivering lip, "fc-for-Pve a
great favor to ask of you, Horace--dear
Horace, why will you not publicly ac-
knowledge our marriage? If you knew
the false position in which it puts me, the
misery | endure, the"
"Silencew Horace Calthorpe rose
with passionate fury. m have told you
often enough how sick | am of these
pretty hysterical airs and graces and
now | want you to distinctly understand
that | shall tolerate them no longer. !
will acknowledge you as my wife when
and where | please; and if | choose never
to acknowledge you, | should like TO
know how you are going to help your
self"
He took up the flaring light, and went
up stairs to the room he occupied as a
lodger for the shooting season, leaving
Alice a still picture of white, motionless
despair.
"He can not mean it! 0, no, he never
can mean it," broke in incoherent sylla-
bles from her cold lips, as she clasped
her hands tightly together, in the awful
silence of the 4, lonely room.
own apartment, was quietly packing up
some indispensable articles in a small
yalise, the lamplight streaming redly
on face that bore somewhat of de-
moniac exultation on his faultlessly
handsome features.
"This is good luck" he muttered to
himself, hurriedly turning over bundle
Of papers "The certificate here in my
own hand--the old parson-the only wit
ness, killed on railway! The momen-
tary fancy had like to cost me dear.
don't know how | ever became so infatu-
ateed with her doll face and red lips, but
IT Is all over now. can 80 back to Lon
don and WIN my way once more INTO Vlr-
glma graces The fact Is, l never was
created to i've or love IN the country.
London and an helreSs are certainty my
natural elements; Heigho! wonder II
| can caIch the ~ 0 cl0Gk traih at "A
d!hg'9n' IL a long walk, ana a darE,
dismal 'or, :, Oh hight' put lhlhN might
manage II. H.
90 toiiioquiSei Iiie aoamahphearteu
man OF 'he wofia:
:"
Pohe! III can not be possible; ne
never would ieaVe me Gohe! without
wofo or sign
foor, young deserted Wlie! ~ was a
bitter cup Tor 'hose ruby lips 10 taste,
nut wheh the iast aregS were GRAINED
there was somethlhg IN the oraught that
turned her geiltle nature INTO gan ana
wormwo0d: Alice "yman haa peeh
n'eek' ,i.' c,iIs, s,LlnAIils, SENSITIVE c:llu' anu
Alice Calthorpe was an aVehgIhs Mem,
esls.
"upon the whole, my dear, think it's
the best thing you could have done
Grovedale is dull, there's no denying
that, and since it's absolutely necessary
for you to earn living, London is the
place to do it in
Honest Mrs. Truman hustled to anc
fro, between her shining black-leadcc