The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1879-09-10
MISCELLANY.
Written for THE RECORD
THE EMBROIDERED SLIPPERS.
By LENA WARD.
CHAPTER TX.
now SHE ACTED iron m.

the last edition of Peterson, and buried her.
self in the cushions Of the sofa, and (mechan-
ically) looked over the fashion plate. Bel
finished her drawing, and feeling a dull pain
in her head, concluded to go to her room and
lie down. Telling Florry her intention, and
that she wonldsnot be down to luncheon, she
left her to her meditations, which were not on
the fashions just then. In a few moments she
threw down tho book impatently, aud enter
ed the parlor seated herself at the piano, Sc
Letting a difficult opera, she endeavored to
beguile away the hours, until Mrs. Linn's re-
turn. When Bell reached her room she reeol-
lected that she had letter to finish for the
evening mall, and she went down to the Ii
brary. Whensit was done, she resolved to
take her rest there, the apartment seemed so
cosy, and Fforfy's music came through the
half opened door so sweetly. She soon fell in
to light slumber, from which she was arous-
ed By the sound Of volees in the parlor and
she lay listening in a half dreamy sort of way,
to the conversation, unconscious that she, was
playing the caves droppeH Until, sentence
aroused her, and chained her attention.. as
~ Oh, | proceeded very cautiously" Mrs.
Linn was saying, until found out all aboat
it. just think Horace Maynard calling
there two evenings in every week in the whole
winter. All those exquisite fowers and
choice voluin6s ! saw upon tue work table
were from him. When told her he was gol
ing to marry you--which of course he win
when she is out Of the way-zshe cried like the
mischief, told her it was nothing surprising;
most all young gentlemen among the aristoc-
racy had some one in the lower walks of fife they
were making u fool Of. But it was only when
intimated that she was no better than she
ought to be, to receive his visits, that size
gave up, and begged me not to think SO of
her and to take her away, anywhere, out of
the city. If she gets away from Meg steb-
bins in a while, I'm mistaken f -
Meg ought to do you good turn. res
piled Florry. "If it hadn't been for you, she
wouldn't have been as safe out of the hands
of the law as she is now.''
Oh, she will, there is no fear of that
Willie win give her my message by tonight
she will be safe in Meg's clutches. And she
will not get out, until you are Mrs Horace
Maynard, if it is ten years"
g She could not live one in such place as
that
g Well let her die, then she will be out Of
the way entirely. II she had done as wished
her to, she might have had comfortable
home, and like as not, Win would have mar
ried her. told her she would find things
not very pleasant where she was going, but l
would find better place for her in few days
and / shall IL she gives me much trouble
You know she will not be the first one Meg
has holped into eternity. But now let ms
change the subject from the ridiculous to
the sublime as Will says. Tomorrow even
ing you must dress up 10 your mauye silk,
you know Mr. Maynard admires that color,
and look just the most charming that you
can, and we will tell him when he calls, that
our seaulstress, Elite Wentworth, has run
away with a young man in an open barouche,
with a splendid span of horses, taking your
lace dress and pearls with her. We will show
him the note which will agree precisely with
the one left in Mrs. Davis care for him, that
he will have already received, for you. know
he is going to call in about seven"
Wasn't It fortunate that you Went Up to
Stewards yesterday ~ interrupted Fiorry,
g Very,--there goes the dinner bell, Where
is Bell q''
Gonejto her room to lie down /; do not
wait for her, for | am savagely hungry she
will hear the .bel',ais
The two women went down to enjoy their
splendida dinner their dessert and choice
wine as heartily as though no poor orphan
girl was within few blocks of them,r weep
ing in the Oscillation Of her heart. and pray
ing to go where the wicked cease from troub-
ling.
With tear stained face, and aching heart,
she prepared the few things she was to take
with her-Mrs. Linn having offered to take
care of the remainder until they could he sent
to her--then giving Mrs. Davis her last quar-
ter's rent, and telling her she needed thereon
NO longer, she went awa9
Bell arose from her reclining position on
the sofa, ana rubbed her little hands in utter
amazement g Is it possible" she exclaimed
" that have been awake, or only dreaming ?
She had always Thought her aunt and Florry,
VAIN, trihing and dcceitful, but that they
could be guilty of a crime SO beinous, was al
most more than she could believe. The frag-
mentary conversation the substance of which,
Mrs. Linn had given Florry, before she had
been fully awakened though vague and mys-
terious, vas sufficient to disclose the plot laid
for the sweet brown-eyed girl, that she had
become quite interested in, who occasionally
came to her aunt's. And she had once inquir-
ed Of the latter, If she knew anything of her
history. Mrs. Linn had declared impatiently
that she didn't care to know the history OF
all the seamstresses in New York, so she paid
her literally and promptly, she didn't consid-
er it her business TO inquire further.
II must save her, but how ?' thought
Bell. She thanked God she had heard as
much as she had. Her first impulse was to
rush down to the dining room, and confront
the two women with their wickedness. But
in moment she recollected 1t might not save
Elite, who, probably was now, far on her
journey. And if they knew her destination