The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1880-12-21
UNDER TaE SPELL.

lis too bad tn let the child thrnw
away her lie aid happiness. SoEe
one ought t. warn her Of the rOcks u
her course
So spoke the world. watching the
Irritation between Ehen Furval and
Clare Well,ng. Of curse it vas
Irritation. this same world decreed :
not. perhaps. on her side-the warn.
ing would not have been needed then
but ON his.
She was but 10. with something Of
the clear young soul shining through
the dark-bIue eyes a. they uplifted
themselves into her hero's face.
Yes, he vas her hero. The world
ter cnce hsd spoken truly. She had
not begun to reason. She only knew
that her heart beat more quickly 1t
the sound of his iootstep-thst. had
one asked her ideal of all msuly beau
", unconsc;nusly Eben'. dark. hand.
some fsce would have Instantly pic
,ured itself before her. though she
might have vouchsafed no spoken
snswer-ihat to her ear wac no sweeter
music than the low, melodious utter
arc-s Of his voice.
OF Course he knew his power. The
world remembered numberless in.
stances when he had used il but too
merciIe-.ly: therefore they felt sorrow
for the young. untried girl WHO allen
had fallen under the SPELL
Yes. as she stood to night By ESen
Furval's side. the tall. slender figure.
draped in soft. white folds; . brilliant
color on her cheek, lending new luster
Ia her eyes the soft. far hair. curl
ing itself in myriad rings upon the
low. white brow she seemed q picture
If gi'lish happiness. Could il he that
ne who had made should mar il? II
80, how perfect his acting!
Clare. he whisperei-aever. never
had her name sounded I'D sweet be-
for--'are you tired. Shall sc not
finish this wai;xy
Fur answer she let him clip his arm
sbou; her waist.
Tired With him! Had the music
lasted she might have g'ne on forever
She sighed when i. ende,l. with q
crash. AID he drew her into the dim
" lighted conservatory.
What meant the iook which be
pierced down through the azure ewes
into the hidden depths Of her soul?
He spoke M word. but there. amid
the h,wers and fragrance. with half
.leeny canary wsrhline his gpodnigh'
song above their heals. he opened
wids his arms.
a IN ,mrnt she resisted their mute
he drew a step nearer then /;
xi,h half sob Of the mist exquisite
happiness she hal ever known, she
fe!t them fold themselves about her.
and laid her head, like o tired child.
upon his breast. He held her close
and long.
Clare. YOU love me! he half ~.
serted. half questioned. oh. child.
what a sweet. fair page has been the
lite upon which I may dare inscribe
nv name"
A, his words Of self-imp'ied re-
proach. she raised her head. In hrs
lace was a light she had never seeu
before. With a glad thrill che knew
hat her hand had illuminated the
orch.
L love you'll love you!' she r.
Dested. softly, until he hushed the
words with his kiss.
ID, not let Us tell the world our &c.
.ret,' he pleaded. 1t is too sweet tn
nave any one share it but ourselves"
Aud tn this wish Of his che gladly
save consent.
o. swiftly joyous wings the days
merging themselves int"
,alcyon week-; yet some lives. she
rad heard. were filled with misery.
Could she ever fsthom the meaning Of
he word! All, che was young tn
.sk the question. 1t Vas to be ans
xered ali too soon.
Poor child she had no mother
perhaps q mothers hand would have
,eeo more gentle with the knife; but
me day her aunt. with whom che
ived, came into her room Ia rudely
freak in upon her day dreams.
Clare she said, i want to talk
nth you. This Mr.. Furval who is
'ere so often must come no more. The
az might dawn when you would BE-
ONE interested in him. aud / would
e % sorry to have my singing birds
one cease. They tell me he Is fas
mating. With his honeyed words |
nd phrases he sets traps for hearts. as !
he fowler for his game. He makes !
casts. too. Of his conluests. I hear.
ne words Il love you fall all too
'adily from his liPs; the question.
B. my wife? never.
Pale as aches, Glare had been |
bout to utter an indignant denial Of
Il her aunt had said. When she had |
ided these last words. The question. |
E nv wife? neverr they seemed to
nd q ricg Of truth to oil that had
one bef;,re ; yet her loyalty stood her
good stead, though her pride msde
er hide the freshly gaping wound
"You are unjust. aunt she said.
with ef,rt. 'Why should
10 believe what gossip aaysr
Because it has extended it. voice 10
it says that you. too. are
nder the spell Of this mans wonder.
] fascination. Many il the hear {
, has broken, CIars-he ehsll not
'esk yours !!
If what you say be true she re-
led. de6antly. it il already broken
II I do not-I will not believe il!
e loves me. and II love him!
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