The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-02-25

| WISH me- 10 lSuOI0 Joo1 nv
It is not so easy, as he is in your
house, so | had better leave it.
'Goodnessr cried the widow,
aghast, at this Interpretation OF
her words. I never meant that.
Where can you find another board
ing place near here?'
4 can return to London
1--we put my foot in 1t. John
will never forgive me- said Mrs.
Tollman, disconsolately.
But there was no sympathy in
Leonie's face, and she turned away
at last, perplexed and more anxi-
GUS than ever. And Leonie, sink.
ing back in her chair again, look
ed at the sunset clouds and varie-
gated foliage, and thought per-
haps it was time to return to Lon
don.
She had come to s., weary
with a round of fashionable life,
tired Of fattery, dancing, flirting,
and she had found rest and quiet
under Mrs. Tollman's motherly
care. She was rich, richer far than
the landlady had any idea of; but
she had no near relatives, only a
second cousin, to keep her lonely
home and play propriety.
Society constituted itself her
amateur guardian; and, lying back
in her cushioned chair, in the SUM-
set glow, she wondered indolently
what society would say about John
Furber. 1t would grant him a rare
perfection Of manly heluty of face
and form, and forgive the evident
traces Of dissipation, fit was only
known that he was the son of a
rich man, and had been educated
an idler by profession. But in what
holy horror it would turn away
with uplifted hands when it was
known that he was disinherited,
with no home but a room in the
house of q widowed aunt eking
out her narrow income by taking
in boarders. It would smile at
his biting sarcasm, his brilliant
conversation, cynical sneers, if he
was reinstated in his fathers IA
vor, but how rude these would be
in a poor man.
Leonie, from thinking of socle-
ty's opinion, quite unconsciously
glided unto considering her own.
The dark browed man had made
fair portion other summer pleas
ure for three months, had been
her cavalier in many country
walks, drives, and sails, had quoted
poetry under the trees, sung in a
superb baritone upon murmurlng
waters, looked into her eyes on a
moorlit porch, and whispered
delicately-worded fattery. No
more than many another man had
done. A beauty and rich, Miss
Cameron had looked upon more
than one languisbing suitor, and
forgotten him when her amuse-
ment wearied her. Scarcely a
hirt-for she encouraged no down
right love-making, but a beautiful
fascinating woman who wounded
hearts with merely careless grace.
Musing in the sunset it was i'm
pressed uyon the proud heart that
unconsciously she had poisoned a
life that was already sinking.
There were capabilities for better
things than dissipation or suicide
in John Furber, and she shl7ered
as she thought he might be upon
some dangerous precipice waiting
for the clasp Of the hand to draw
him back, or it's repulse to throw
him over. She passed in review
her host of male friends, and
found none who had wakened her
| heart to hours Of such keen pleas
ure as John Furber had given her.
She tried to recall one mind whose
grasp of intellect had dwarfed her
down as his had done, who had
met her fairly in so many argu'
ments and worsted her, and she
could only remember soft fattery
Of her. wonderful mind
Finally, lifting her eyes with a
sigh, she saw him leaning against
tree opposite the low win
dow, looking at her. A vivid
flush stained her cheek as be said:
What have you been thinking
Of? You have not stirred tor
half an hour. Only that your
eyes were open, [ should have
thought you asleep
| Your powers of observation are