The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1879-10-31

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home here" she began. you've got to
lbe here week, you know"
Thanks he said, with what Viola
thought TO be very sweet smile.
And then he told her that he had no
friends or relations in this part of the
country but he was making a horseback
Tourney from L. "a distance of many
miles OFF into New York, being passion
ately fond of horseback riding.
And then Viola told him great deal
| about herself-a great deal more than he
told her on similar topic and great
deal more than there was any necessity
| for telling.
+! James and John carried him up stairs
| that evening, and he groaned considera-
bly, while they were doing so. Poor vi
| ola found housekeeping great tears while
she listened to this uEStoic proceeding
on MI Delmayne's part, and Miss But
| terby stood near her pupil the picture of
plump distress.
| On the following morning the ladies
sent word by James (who acted as their
guests valet at presenD that they would
! be delighted to see him as soon as he was
| ready to receive their visit.
Delmayne was presently quite prepar-
ed for them and the ladies entered his
| apartment.
"Viola and are SO sorry that we must
leave you alone today" Miss Butterfly
| announced; "but the fact is to-day takes
place our grand fair over in D., and
we've each got table, you know
why, Of course-I understand, per
fectly," said Mr. Delmayne, as Miss But
terby paused a moment. But he spoke
with certain mournful politeness that
| was by no means lost upon Viola.
When they got to the fair that morn
| ing, after long drive in the hot July
SIM, Viola decisively expressed to Miss
Butterfly the sentiment that she wished
she hadn't come.
Just think of that poor sufferer home
| there all aloEer' she added, with much
pathos of tone. 1--WE good mind
But she did not finish the sentence.
Miss Butterfly, however, mentally finish
ed it for her, and about an hour after
ward she whispered to Viola:
"Cornelia Briggs is dying to take this
table of yours. Why don't you let her,
and"
"And what 81 asked Viola, looking very
meaningly at the speaker.
go home to the poor sufferer" finished
the sympathetic Butterfly. HE will be
so pleasantly surprised. He doesn't ex-
pect US till O'Clock. If you don't think
lisp roper to sit alone by the poor fellow,
why you can persuade your aunt to leave
her bedroom, which she SO rarely leaves,
and keep you company. AS for me I can
go home in the Briggses' wagon
OF course Viola accepted the PROPOSE
ton and surrendered her table to the beau
titled Cornelia Briggs. The ride back to
the homestead was several degrees hot
ter than the ride therefrOm had been.
But Viola didn't mind the heat much,
| though she had complained considera-
bic whilst she had been driven to D.
Circumstances so materially alter cases
sometimes.
On reaching the homestead she found
its lower hall as quiet as she had antic-
| ipated. Something caused her to enter
the large, seldom used parlor, before 60
ing up stairs to the poor sufferer" Or,
rather it would I've best to say that some
thing caused her to have such a desire
only, for when she reached the thresh-
hold Viola paused.
The door was partly ajar and the par
lor had two inmates, neither of whom
had observed her soft approach, although
any movement might reveal to them her
presence.
Viola lifted her hand to her eyes, and,
for brief space, actually rubbed them,
| to persuade herself that she was not
dreaming.
Right in front of the mantel, with his
hands underneath his coat-tailS and his
legs well stretched apart, and q lighted
cigar in his mouth, stood Mr.. Delnlayno.
The poor sufferer had been sudden
ly and niraculously freed from his tor
ments. Viola felt as if pure astonish-
ment were gradually ossifying her while
she stood and watched him.
james" he now remarked to the other
occupant of the room, who was standing
near, and who had again and again been
enjoined by Viola and Miss Butterfly
never to lose sight, of the invalid dur
ing their absence-"J ames," my man,
think I'll go up stairs. It's sort ot-of
dangerous down here, don't you know
Any of the servants might pop in here at
any moment. Pm glad I've let you in
my secret, james, because Il | hadn't
somebody near me who knew the whole
thing, l shouldn't be able to carry it
through"
At this moment Viola dashed into the
parlor.
You abominable fraud!'' she began,
"HOw dare you enter a respectable fami-
ly in this disreputable way? Who are
you? What are you? To think that l
have been wasting pity on you, and came
home from the fair in this boiling sun to
to nurse you! Oh, it's enough TO turn
a lady's mind with rage! Please leave
the house directly. don't believe your
name is Dalmayne at all dare say ii
it's Smith or Jones! Ugh, you ugly
wretch, your
The pseudo-invalid was standing very
penitently now before his fair annihila-
tor, having more or less recovered from
his first shock of amaZement at Viola's
unexpected entree.
my name isn't Dalmayne," he said,
with meekness. NOR yet Smith, nor yet
Jones. 1t is-but l suppose you'd rath.
er not know"
said Viola. "Why should l care? Go
away from this house! You're vile
impostorr'
Pm so sorry you think So" was the
gentle response, because I'm-I'm Ell
bert Duane!"
These words were to poor Viola like
the bursting of bombshell, while she
stood before him in condition of aston
ishment even greater than that which
had resulted from the first discovery OF
his imposture.
He hurried up to her side and began
speaking rapid words:
'Forgive me; but after all, is there SC
much to forgive? While DIR. Finch was
abroad last year l met HIM, and as he
thought of settling so near you, we ar
, ranged the little plan together. 1t wasn't
mere vulgar curiosity that led me to do
, it, assure you. 1t was because l want
ed to see a little of my future wife before
she became mine, and provided loved
her, try to win her reciprocal love with.
out any thought Of prudence and policy
directing the attachment. l may have
been quite wong in deliberately deceiv
ing you; but-Vioia, don't you under
stand what / mean ~
mo, do not!'' exclaimed Viola, sud
denly bursting Tito tears. Il shall think
you a wretch, and intend breaking poor
pas will-yOu see II l a0n'ti''
, But she did no such thing. She for
gave Ebert, married him IN the follow
4 ing year, and to-day is one Of the hap
piest little wives living.
/ The words of the old song of ''Lorena,