Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1880-10-28

but then went on quite firmly, though still in
that low, careful voice, not taking her eyes off
his face, or shrinking away from him as she
had done at frst-.s'and kissed him for the
last time before stand at the altar as his wife
Tell me, what would you think of woman
who deceived him now for" her voice fol.
ling once more, she loves me.'
2 "And you think that do not 3"sT55s
81 No, no." quickly; .'but you see it is diff
ferent. To marry you would be wrong; to
= ''Would not be right" he interrupted i;
''don't think it, #-s aaF sex
81 cannot TELL" she sighed, YEARLY. 'sHe
loves me, and, more eagerly, Il do like him,
and my uncle wishes it.; and-oh, tell me
what to do!' with momentary 'imploring
cry. y sf $3.50 Z. s[7s 81 /"
If you would listen to me, you would
come with me before it is to late, and leave
him to make the best of it. Have you pre-
tended to him that you love him also2"
The color fitted over her pale cheeks. -
He knows, she said, shortly. &,
And you have made up your mind? For
the last time, tell you. sacrifice everything,
child-the opinion of the world, the money
though honestly believe that does not count
with you-and come with me, and let my
love nurse you back into health" g..
The dark eyes were bent upon hers, saying
"Come" as plainly as the passionate words /;
but Lois did not falter. -.'' sf
Il cannot!" she cried. ''You must not
tempt me, for l will not go back from my
word now it is too late Enough misery has
been; will do now what l believe to be
right You KNOW imploringly. whatever
you may say, that am striving to do right. ?"
He moved back step as the low, sorrow
laden voice fell on his ear, and then held out
his hand in silence. s,s1;s -fIas8gI
Instead of taking it, she shrank back from
it. II could not, she said; II am weak
coward, and you-you are man, and ought
to be stronger, Drawer; then, of your pity, go.
So weak am l, that if had my hand lnyours,
and you said Come could not, believe,
say No Then be. merciful and go; and if
you can. do not despise mel" ,ITS-T
In perfect silence Robert Moreton walked
over to the glass door which still stood half
open, but having reached it, he turned back
once more to Loiss side, and looked at her
moment without speaking, and then-''1 be-
lieve," he said, ''you will be happy yet. You
are good woman; you are trying to do what
is right, so it will come right. You have
called out all there is of good in me, tonight,
or should not be saying this. By and by, !"
with break in his voice, "you will love your
hnsband-good women always do.and then
the past will seem dream" ... ...........-- b..
Il am going to try" she said, softly. "You
will never know, Robert, how thankful am
that your last words were kindW
Goodbye" he faltered, .........
''Good-bye," she said tenderly, quietly, as
one might whisper it in an actual dream; and
the little glass door closed, and Lois Gray was
left alone to contemplate her future.
What story is it the wind tells as it sObs and
walls about the house? Surely woeful
story, it finds such ready echo. in our hearts.
Later on, Lois Gray, listening to it, feels slow
painful tears rise to her eyes-tears she will
not allow to fall. 7'S . '. 10
y mo-" she says, determinedly, rising as she
feels them gather and brushing them away,
Il will not even cry! 1t is sad-most sad;
but will waste no time in tears l will save
all my strength to make a, better thing of the
future" Ina. -.-.
And while she is praying for guidance, and
pow er to do right, and forgiveness for past
errors, we win take a glimpse into another
apal tment, where another girl is wrestling with
fate tonight.
A very different girl this, to the one we
have Just left, with the sad gray eyes-a girl
in the first flush of beautiful young. woman
hood Brilliant in coloring-a tall, regal fig
ure, bright golden-brown hair, and large blue
eyes-certalny a woman like ely to gain her
full share of admiration. And yet -.
On her knee lies an open letter, signed
''Robert Moreten," which tells Of love that
if it once was hers, has grown cold now and
it Is over this letter that the gold head is bent.
at its words the blue eyes are sparkling, the
low brows drawn together in sullen anger.
Throw me over-that is it in plain English"
lifting her head scornfully; land it is her
doing-I know it WELL But | will not let him
90 he shall love me-" And as she spoke she
rose, and, drawing up her figure to its full
height, stood gazing at herself in the glass
Eyes, once married, he must love me. She
would never have chance against me. What
isiit," she cried, after moments pause, "that
she does A hite-faced little thing like
that! First Sidney Dering, and now Robert
she has taken them both away from ME !"
And then, with sudden faltering, and bury
ing her face in her hands, the tears began to
flow. But she brushed them angrily away,
and, drawing pen and ink toward, sat down
to write. With his love, or without il" she
muttered, as her pen travelled over the paper.
"Ah, surely must win it in time not if not
=" A pause. The ill-tempered look that
marred the beauty of the face crept over it
again. eff not, there are other things in life
but love-" au
Then there was silence-a silence as deep as
that that had already fallen over Anderton
Place, save, save for the moaning of the storm
which was increasing in violence with every
passing hour. .5t
CHAPTER IL. n#
"What is my duty 1.-THE demands of the day
A month"; four whole weeks, have passed
away since Lois Gray became Lois Dering
The honeymoon is over, and Sidney has
brought his wife back to Kelyer-back to his
ward Florence Gainsford, who with his moth
er. lives under his roof.
Lois's eyes are less despairing than when we
saw them last--an occasional CLEAN, of sad
ness, like the strain of sorrow in a German
valse, alone is left to tell of the sadness they
have seen. But they look out of white face
still; awhile face sadly wanting in the curves
that are the chief glory of youth and beside
the magnificent beauty of golden haired
Florence Gainsford, Loiss small pretensions to
good looks seem very small indeed. "a
And Florence has knack of letting her feel
that it is so-a knack of putting ter further
and further into the background of asserting
her rights as the daughter Of the house,
position she has held too. long to reiinquish
without @ struggle; 80 that, in addition to
other reasons she may have for standing at
arm's-length from her guardians wife, this by
itself is powerful one. -st g. dta-s!
Her reign, however, is nearly over now.
after that But when Lois gets as far as
that she does not follow Out the train of
thought; only gives great sigh of relief.
d In the meantime, day by day, Robert More
ton comes riding over from Dewhurst, in
obedience to his lady-love's whims He sat
down once intending to write letter contain
ing some excuse anything that should pre-
ventihis going to Kelver; sudden illness even
came into his mind as q reason for running
away. no matter what should be said Of him.
But as he sat, pen In hand, ne remembered
two pleading eyes that had once reused every
good thought and feeling he could recall "a
farewell when he had sworn. to be help, and
not a binderance and of all that might be
said of-some one-if he should refuse to 90
to Kelver, now that the mistress of it was
home again; and he threw the sheet of paper
into the fire, and rode over as usual. asst
1t was al. ordeal, perhaps; bnt it was better
for her-that was enough for him. 9,j1s. PEI