Daily globe., 1879-06-22
Violet considered a moment.

lor. Her visitor was no tramp, that Vio-
let saw at glance. She was slight in
figure, with comely face, and dark
brown hair; she had on a black bonnet
with the veil thrown back, a black and
white plaid shawl, ana neat black ala
paca dress She stood some moments
with her eyes bent upon the carpet; at
length Violet spoke:
"If you are cold, go to the fire."
"No, thank you, am not cold; l was
thinking how I should commence" re-
piled the woman, as she brushed her
gloved hand across her eyes.
There was another pause. Violet saw
there was a struggle going on within the
poor thing standing before her. Her heart
was touched. She gently pushed chair
up to her visitor.
"Sit down." she whispered softly, ''you
will feel better so.''
The poor girl-she was nothing more
sank down, and suddenly burst into
torrent of tears, and rocked her body
wildly to and fro.
80, MISS" she cried, You are so kind,
and-and-I can't tell you: I can't; it
Will cut you to the heart She jumped
up wildly, but Vio-et put her back in her
seat again.
Take your time,:' said Violet, gently,
taking seat upon the sofa opposite.
80, Miss Medring," cried the strange
girl, impetuously flinging herself at Vio
let's feet, "I'm a stranger here, but I
found out your name down at the town
below. There's a man been coming to
see you lately-John Archer is his name
and know he's IN love with you, at any
rate he likes your face or your money,
perhaps one, or perhaps both. Forgive
me for giving you a blow if you have
learned to love him, but I must out with
it. Please don't move yet, miss, but
but-O, Miss Medring, in the sight of
God above us, am John Archer's wife -
Violet would have sprung to her feet
! before, but the woman held her down
until she uttered her last words, then
| Violet leaped to her feet and shook off
the hands that chung so tightly to her
dress, as if the very touch Of the creature
was contamination.
II do not believe word Of it," said
Violet, the mad blood covering brow,
cheek and ncck-"you ie-most vilely."
ellie, miss" half whispered the poor
outcast, as she arose from the floor; sslie
90 ask my poor father. dying on the bed
where my dishonor cast him, if he knows
your John Archer! Go ask my mother
all the joys of the world, have passed
from her eyes forever, now-it she knows
John Archer! Go ask my young brother
you'll find him out in the mines, or
among the Indians, somewhere out West
If he knows John Archer! And then
look here, this is John Archer's childr' :
She threw open her shawl, and held up
a little babe.
Violet uttered one low cry, and then
sank down into the seat the outcast had
occupied, and covered her tace with he1
hands. She did not weep, she did not
even think; she covered there like one
stunned; she could not tell how long
until a heavy fall and a baby's wall
aroused her to her senses. She jumped
up and looked around. The outcast lay
prone upon her back beside the window
she had entered, and the baby screamed
and struggled in the mothers arms.
! Violet with a cry Of alarm, hastily
picked up the child; it was unharmed
She closed the window, laid the baby up,
on the sofa, and then ran upstairs fol
Aunt Rose. Before Mrs. Campbell
appeared upon the scene, however, Violet
had placed the senseless form upon the
sofa, and taking the child in her arms
and was trying to soothe it. The poor
baby was placed in Mrs. Campbell's arms
and while Violet pulled off the bonnet
and shawl Of the wanderer, she told he,
aunt about her visitor and her story. AT:
, ter some little exertion upon the part o1
both ladies, the outcast once more opened
/ her eyes. Violet then took up the chilo
from the chair where it had fallen asleep
, and Aunt Rose poured out a glass o.
wine and handed it to the sufferer. The
woman took a few sips, and then, hand
5 ed back the goblet, raised her eyes to thu
kind lady's face.
"Mrs. Campbell" she suddenly ex
claimed, supporting herself on her hands
and staring into Aunt Roses eyes. ~
t "Lucy King! can it be possible?" sale
Aunt Rose sinking into the chair.
! There was long pause during which
: nothing could be heard but the low sob
i bing OF the poor woman.
: "Lucy, we owe you much for the infor
r nation you have brought my niece to
7 night" said Aunt Rose, after while
''You are the wife, then, of this man
e Why was it that he deserted you?"
}, ''No, no; did not say his wife," ex
e claimed the girl, quickly.
t "Violet' said Aunt Rose, questioning
t ly, turning to her niece.
v ~ told Miss Medring was his wife il
/. the sight of God. O, hate to tell wha
t 1 really am. I was a young, ignoran
: girl, Mrs. Campbell, and he was a ma
:, of the world, with smooth tongue an
G fair promises. AS God is my Judge di
1 not dream of wrong doing. He lied t
g me; he deceived me most cruely, and
< must bear all the shame. 0, Mrs. Camp
bell, if it were only me alone who had t
|, suffer I would not care, but father -th
e hale, strong man you knew-is fadin
# away by inches; life is a desert to m
n mother, and brother Will left me with
e curse. I tried to get Archer to do tn
" right thing after found in what a te
A rible situation he had placed me; bl
II all my prayers, my threats, were of 4
use. I saw him last just before my chill
n was born. That time he"
s. "He did not strike you?" asked Viole
le her eyes ablaze.
d eyes, he struck me-" came back a
most in a whisper
''The brute!n
ID After things were settled again. CO.
tinued Lucy, after pause. II dete
Of mined to seek him once more and see
VI he would not do something for his child
N sake. I tracked him here. They to
me he was attentive to Miss Medring.