The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-10-08

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tion ofttrustiand honor, which will
call me abroad for several years-if
accept it. My answer must be given
tomorrow morning AYE, could be
given now, if my decision rested en-.
tirely with myself; but.in your hands
do ] place my future, far, atleast, as
to bid me go, or stay. If you bid me
stay, it is with the understanding
that you become my wife. Fearing
mot to have the, opportunity this
evening of saying this to you,
adopt this as the only alternative
l send a few fowers-crimson, and
pale gold; if | am to stay, wear the
crimson in your hair tonight, if ]
am to go, wear the other, and shall
accept that as my farewell.
T EDWIN GRAHAME."
As Gertrude perused these lines, q
look almost of hatred grew in her
flashing eyes, and settled in the
curves of her mouth; and muttcring
something beneath her breath, she
crushed the,note in her hand, threw
I'it hastily toward the open fireplace,
and anbolted the door, at which some
one was already knocking. 1t was
Katie, who began at once to arrange
Gertrude's hair.
Presently Ethel's light step was
heard, and Gertrude managed to con.
troll herself and face.
ooh, what lovely howers!" was
Ethel's exclamation, upon entering
the room. "Where did you get
them?-and picking them up, read
Edwin Grahamc's name.
Ethcl's face turned intensely white,
to the very lips, and her heart seem
ed suddenly to stand still.
"You see from whom they came"
replied Gertrude, watching her mar
rowly.
"Yes," was all Ethel's lips could
utter.
"Well, is there anything SO very
strange in Edwin Grahame sending
me those flowers, that you stand
there as though stupefed?"
"No.n Z
as it pique or jealousy, l won
der?" thought Gertrude, still watch
ing her-then aloud: 81 really be.
lieve, Ethel, you are jealous. Well,
[ will put you out of your misery at
once, to prevent your being wholly
devoured by the green.eyed monster,
by telling you those flowers were
sent to you-to Miss Grey"
The color surged up to Ethel's
face; and her heart throbbed wildly,
as she buried her face in the roses, to
prevent Gertrude from seeing the
sudden 10y she felt would surely be-
tray itself through her eyes.
Nothing, however, was lost on Ger
trude, and she almost hated herself
for being obliged to confess that
Ethel loved him.
"Will you wear any of them to-
night?" asked Gertrude, trying to
make, her query appear Indifferent.
cob, would you, if you we're me?
Which would you wear, the crimson
or gold-or how would both look to-
gother?'
A smile fitted across Gertrude's
face, at the thought of what would
be the result if she should wear both.
"Well, let me see," said Gertrude,
slowly, as though critically examin.
ing, and deciding the effect upon
Ethels dress-which was entirely
white-"I think you will look better
without any color, don't you?"
"Oh, but these deep crimson buds
are so lovely" exclaimed Ethel, a lit
tie disappointedly. Don't YOU real
ly think they would look weIlg"-
and Ethel held them up to her hair
TO note the effect, as she stood before
the mirror.
Gertrude fairly shivored, as she
contemplated Ethel with her Grim
son roses, and the result,
"Oh, mol" she saidquickly.; "Nfost
decidedly not; do not. | pray you,
spoil your dress with an addition Of
color"
every well, said Ethel, who was
apt to be guided in such matters by
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