The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-09-02

thing.
Judge St. Lawrence's wife-Mr. Rem
ington's naughty sister-was pleased,
snd had called most graciously on the
Misses May.
Isabel could find no possible fault, and
Hazel-bright, happy, charming Hazel,
with her bronze brown hair and Won
derfnl brown eyes-was the gladdest girl
in all the world; GLAD, and proud and
happy.
And then, all at once, without word
or sign, he went taway-ontirely away,
he and Judge st. Lawrence and Mrs.
st. Lawrence-and not a word of ex.
PLANTATION, or regret, or apology left be-
hind.
It could not have helped being an
awful blow to Hazel, but she bore il
wonderfully at first. She was indig-
nant, and naughty, and Indifferent, by
turns, until her woman's heart asserted
itself, and then she broke down and cried
out all her true agony on faithful ISa-
bells breast
"Try not to care, dear-can't youE
Believe in him still, and make up your
mind that it will be all right yet-that
he will explain and come back again.
Can't youP"
And strengthened by such tender
counsel Hazel tried to be brave and
patient. But the days grew into weeFs
and midwinter came, with the joyous
holiday greetings that Hazel had looked
so fondly forward to. Earliest spring
came, and now mid-April, and no word
or sign had ever reached her.
Was it any wonder that Hazel leaned
her bright head against the window,
and let the thick tear drops fall, fast
and hotp-very much wonder that heI
heart was hurt and sick almost past en-.
duranceP
With the first pattering rain drops
Isabel came In, look on her sweet
grave face that in all her life Hazel had
never before seen there.
She went up to Hazel, stopping to lay
her little parcels on the table as she
went, then separated from them news.
paper that she opened and folded
slowly; and then went closely up t.
the figure leaning SO disconsolately.
half fearfuly, against the window.
"Dear, you know l never hesitate il
there is an unpleasant duty for me to
do. | have bad news for you, little
sister, and l know of no better way fol
you to bear it than to ask your Heavenly
Father to help you. Clyde Remington
is married-see for yourself in this
paper that was handed to me in the
store"
But Hazel did not attempt 10 take the
paper. She did not even move, and
Isabel experienced a thrill of fear as she
saw the sweet, girlish face whiten, and
ashen, and harden.
"Hazell Hazel-don't do so! You
must not. Child, he is not worth such
look of agony as that"
Hazel made sn effort to throw off the
horrible incubus that seemed suddenly
to make her realize so awfully that for
her all of life and hope and joy was
cruelty murdered-such an effort as one
might make if one knew their life de.
pended on that effort. Then she drew
long, sobbins breath.
"I-might-have-known," she said,
laboredly. Then sudden, passionate
burst of tears came raging from her
anguished eyes-tears that saved her
reason.
And Isabel, as she carressed the shak.
ing, grief-convulsed figure, so slender,
so supple, so prostrated, wondered why
God had permitted this great blow to
crush this young, trusting heart.
-
"Clyde Remington to Valencie Ter
ry." There it was in plainest printers
ink, and score oftimes day poor little
Hazel used to take the marriage notice
out of her pocketbook and read it, as
if, somehow, she could not understand,
could not believe it unless she forced
upon her sore heart the evidence Of her
senses.
But there was no mistake, nor posi-
bility of mistake. Clyde M. Remington
M. was for Mordaunt, she knew so
well; and Valencia Sydney TeTy-she
had heard him speak OF her several
times, only casually, however, as a re-
narkably pretty, charming girl.
And married! Married and happy,
while she
Poor little Hazell How she prayed
to God to forgive her, and not to permit
her to be so jealous, so Observation-Disclosures
when she thought OF the kisses and
caresses his happy wife would receive
Poor little Hazel! Life seemed
very dreary thing to ker in those days
that followed, when she tried, honestly
and conscientiously, to endure.
A soft, feverish cheek against Isabel
Mays cheek; tears standing in the
pleading eyes; sad lips quivering pite.
ously, and two fair arms coaxingly
twined about her neck.
"Please-please say yes, Isabel Please
let me go; l want to SO very-very
much. l must go"
IsabS caressed the hot, tear-wet face
tenderly.
"I don't know what ought to say,
child. No good can come ofit--no pos
siblo good to youl And suppose-just
suppose, dear---that Mr.. Remington
should recognize you, and discover youl