The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-05-22
The Double Plot.

''Nevcr, never, ncycr!" exclaimed
Georgia Abbott.
Wha, Il pretty picture she made, az she
STOOL up Ia the might of her pride and
anger and repeated the wordsl Although
was her govcrncss and companion, and
should have felt Il keen pang of regret at
heart at. such display of temper, I found
myself instead admiring the quecnly pose
OF her head, the full height to which she
had drawn her well rounded figure, and
even the very way her little foot was set
upon the gravclcd walk. Her straw hat
had fallen back from her face, and its white
satin ribbons lay loosely about her bare
light stole over the golden brown braids of
her luXuriant hair tinging them softly
with its radiance.
Should I speak to her, rs was perhaps
my duty, Or like a true daughter of Eve, sit
by my window and watch the closing of
the little farce? Alas! l was but a young
governess, comparatively speaking, and the
stern, practical life Of two years at Somer-
vile House had not quite rooted out the
love OF sentiment and romance that from
early youth had known a welcome home
with me. So did the lattcr-watchcd.
''But, George" spoke voice, which I
ut once recognized as belonging to my
Young cousin, Walter Marston, you appear
like one insane. viii you listen to reason2"
mot from You, most assurcdly |" she re-
piled. al hate you for the words you have
spoken to me! | hate yo,l--absolutcly hate
you'll"
There was aboHt moments pause, dur
ing which Walter retired a few PAGES, put
ting on the air Of a prince, while Gcorgic
fretted out the ends of her blue sash with
her slender white fingers.
every well, said Walter, tossing the
brown hair, which the damp evening air
had made into soft brown rings, from his
forehead Georgia bowed, eff l am i'll, "
said he, "and send for YOU"
'Tll never go to you, Walter Marston,
never" interrupted the young girl.
every we'll" came again from the lips
OF Walter, as he turned half reluctantly
away.
Take this, if you please !" cried Gcorgc;
and could see her draw hastily golden
circlct from her finger. "And this"
snatching from her neck golden cross; s'I
want nothing OF yours about met"
"Do not dare to thrust such paltry tritlcs
In my face, Georgic Abbott, or even YOU
may find that there is a bound to my en-
dnrance," SAID Walter.
All the blood Of the proud N1arstons in
Walters veins was at once aroused by the
quivering tone in which he spoke, as he
tore the baubes from the young girls
grasp and ground them intogtlic dust with
his foot, turning away from her without
further word or comment
There wns something in his voice, some
thing in his firm tread as he walked away
that ronscd into life memories that had
slumbered for years within my bosom. In
vain | tried to crush tlcm back into oh.
lvion as they came up before me; but it
was useless TASK, and, like weary child,
buried my face In my handa and burst
into tears. When young, like George Alb
bott, for q cruel temper had allowed the
sweetest years of my life sto alip away
from me inamonent's time of anger. How
the little scene l Ind justwitfiessed.. called
back into the present far-past evening of
my life Flow the old yearning for love
and tenderness sprang up anew within nv
heart, and went scarchingly out for a dear
one whom I had taught myself to@leok
upon as dead--forever dead to me! flow
recalled looks, tones and words that had
been 50 long hushed in the chilly tomb of
forgctfnlncss And how I prayed to
Heaven for strength to Walk firmly, and
without wavering, my cruel way of thorns,
though my feet were torn and bleeding ali
the while!
AS ! sat trying to soothc my pcrturbcd
thoughts back to tho quiet channel in
which they were wont to flow, I heard the
quick step Of Walter Marston in the cor.
ridor that led to my room, and before I
could wipe the tears from gmy ewes ,ho
raped hastily at my door.
IL am come to bid you good-by." (" he sa,d
as met him. 81 shall start for home to.
morrow."'a% ~ s@ E1t h8 = &1I1III$F6
$50 soon, Walter How Is this ?" I
asked, placing him in 4 chair. ~ thought
your visit was to have ended in very diff
ferei' manner"
Ga, there; seems little'i,se In remaining
here longer" lie replied IL am not feel.
Ing very strong. yet, and a home atmos-
phere Is botter than any other for an In.
valid. "ca,3 od5yr, #,lEl H.l0 -,
I'm somc cases, though should hardly
think go In YOU'RE answered. 'sWill
MISS Abbott return to Cadlands with you9''
~ think not, said he.
'ssAnd why T. 4 asked !, u. =. ,..,s, -,
"Beoause, Elsa, che hates me because