The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-01-13

StAntly, without a thought:
lit is for that very reason that hate It,"
And then she understood him. This
daughter of England had been slow to sus-
pcct or comprehend the pride of the French
aristocrat, but she would not marry the
man who thought he stoopcd to take her.
, She folded up the veil, and gently but
firmly said;
"You did not know when first you sought
me for a bride, that mamma was lace
worker in France, if you had, perhaps YOU
would not have loved me- Since YOU have
learned this fact you have regretted our en-
gagcment. m You need not speak. have
seen change in you-I feel that it is so
But there is no harm donc," she went on
with simple dignity, 'sincc have learned
the truth before it is too late and so" she
held out to him, Il little trembling hand,
which he took mcchanicaly y-"and 50 will
grant you the favor you covet, my friend.
Your bride shall not wear my darling
mothers bridal veil''-hcre he kissed the
hand. and she drew it quickly away-'sbut
that is because shall not be your bride"
No need to dwell upon what followed.
His prayers, his Observation-Disclosures at
first, then angry-his tears, that had no
power i'll them to sap the strength of her
resolution. They parted coldly at last
lovers still in heart, for love dies not so
easily, but outwardly seeming scarcely even
friends.
She stood proudly as he left the room;
when the sound of the street door closiug
after him struck like n kncll Of hope to her
young, passionate heart, she flew to the
window and watched him out of sight.
Go! Col" she cried, dashing away the
tears that blinded her. ''Go from my eyes,
hateful tears, and let me sec my love for the
last time My love! my love! And have
lost him."
She sank down, sobbing, Just then the
sound of her mothers voice, singing mcrrily
an old French song in u room above, came
TO her cars. Once more she dashed tile tears
away. 4E$ %& - Al
"Hc despiscd you, my darling mamna--
you No, no. L wlll'ncvcr pardon him."
Her parents questioned her in vain. She
had quarrclcd with Louis; that was all
they. could learn, And before chance for
reconciliation came, Elise was smitten with
mortal illness and died in three days, and
Adele, overwhelmed by the awful calamity,
was Frustrated with brain fever.
At this juncture summons came to
Louis from France, demanding his immc-
diate presence there Strange changes had
taken place. Two of the three lives that
had stood between him and the titles and
estates of the Marquis dc Ia Rlvicrc had
been suddenly swept away, and the third,
frail and delicate child lay dying. The
present Marquis, himself, a feeble old man,
was also at the point of death, so they sent
in haste to Louis, as the heir of the dying
nobleman. ... .....i ,..... ....I
The news bcwldcrcd him. His heart
swcllcd with cXultation and delight, but it
sank again. Adelel Had he not lost
Adcle2 81 care not for rank or wealth l,n-
less she shares them ~ cried his heart. 81
will 60 and ,implore her pardon"
He made the attempt but in vain. He
sought her father, and said few words to
him, however, that might have made all
well again had she ever heard them but she
never did When her long and wasting
sickness was over at last and she began,
slowly and feebly, TO take hold On life, she
found herself an, orphan in, very truth
Walter had followed Elise to better
world.
Nor even then had she drained the cup of
sorrow to the dregs; her father's affairs had
been terribly involved; when all was set
tied, she was penniless. "ti
nj Poor Adelcl Truly might it be said that
SORROWS ''came not single spies, but in bat
tallions." father, mother, lover, home, all
gone! What had life left to offer her but
patience and paine
And Louis? He would have written her
Immediately upon his arrival III Paris, but
that he felt 80 blissfully sure that her father
would make oil WELL A few weeks later he
did write, informing her fully of his strange
ly altered fortunes, and implorlng her to
pardon and accept once more as her true
II, fhn 1n 10
D And the letter never reached her. The
house to. which 1t came was empty and de-
serted, the lately happy home was brokeu
up, and the little English girl, for whom
husband and title and fortune were waiting
in sunny France, was earning q sorrowful
living as a lacemakcr,
Such are some of the straugc revcrses of
real life, more wonderful than any fiction
So the Marquis waited for an answer in
vatn. Then pride rose up in arms. ''She
scorns me-" he thought. .,ttShe, q poor
peasants child am punished for my
folly"
And he resolved to drive her from his
heart. But after many months his letter to
Adele was returned to him, crossed and re-
crossed with strange addresses.
1t was messenger of hope to him. She
had not slighted, she had not scorned him
perhaps she had not ceased to love. Before
another day and night had passed, the Mar
qniaw ON his way to London.
Need tell Of his welcome there. When
did wealth and title fail to find warm one2
or of the friends Of former years who 1ocked
to claim acquaintance Has not prosperity
always host of friends2 But none could
tell him of Adele, beyond the history of her
bitter sorrows. She, being poor, had fallen
from their bright world. & 8A va
s# And after three months seafct lle had
Stalled to find her. He had money, influence,
deepest heart interest to aid his search, and
yet, in spite Of all, he failed.
4 A"Shc is dead" he thought, with anguish.
81 have come too late, 1t Is in the grave
that l shall find my darling. If it be so;
and Ipfo4e ID sd indeed Ii&fll live and die
single for her sakel" Bnt that was his
hearts resolve; u,lsnspccted by any one,
Many gay belle and brilliant beauty had
sprcd her nets to secure the splendid prize
of q titled husband. =
J . Foremost among tie many, Rosalind
Hale; she was the fairest and wealthiest of