The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-03-18

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Clcndenning thought 1t singular that any
woman could receive Carroll 80 coolly, and
took renewed interest in thinking what the
result of this spur to the mcttlc of the man
would be.
The grand ball of the season had reached
| its height. 1t grow tame, particularly to
Mrs. Carroll, who had recognized the rival
Of her girlhood
| Now Paul was bending over this bcwitch-
| ing woman, and she sang 10 him once again.
She threw off the icy exterior, for even
geance is sweet" She had not forgotten
that one dipner- party, when the shy, brown
eyed woman came between them.
1t was all 80 like a dream to bim--the
! white hand resting on his arm, and tho cob
web handkerchief which she tiuttcrcd 50
prettily. They had wandered from the
house. Hc led her to the shady nook in the
vine wreathcd corner, where the moons
| rays lay like silver bars.
| In her seeming embarrassment she tore
| the rose leaves from their snowy-rcsting
place; he did not note tho glance and the
| sCorn that swept her features as the white
teeth bit tho rcd lips. He was enchanted
again.
Paul took tho remnant of the mutilatcd
rose, thanking her for this relic. Her silence
was broken by sobs, and If mighty power
| in smiles, what danger in her tears! She
said, with ayortcd face, ''Too late for relics !
| You are anothcr's, and this interview must
| end"
| She turned to 60. Paul, with pallid face
ami luminous eyes, Dcsought her not to
leave him without word of hope that she
could love him still.
II will answer you tomorrow at the
park" " she replied.
| A silent figure, which seemed like statu-
ary among the odorous evergrccns, the dead
ly whitencss only relieved by the lace scarf,
glided away, and Anna Carroll clasped her
| hands in agony.
The weak man and wicked woman kept
their engagement.
lie said, in significant tones, 81 have
come to hear your answer"
Hcr eyes kindled in triumph, and, with
an upliited glance, she replied, eff you pos
sesscd my love two years ago, you have 1t
now intensified a hundred timcsI But, all !
you are beyond loves reach"
a single horse woman just then approach
ed with dangerous light IN her usually
SHY eyes. Pauls wife,
May have word with you, Paul p
she asked
He walked slowly by her horses side.
Quietly she drew from her finger the golden
circlet, saying; "Take it back for ever and
cverl"
lie thought of the anger of the previous
evening and, in order to avoid scene, re-
piled: owe will talk about this hereafter.
| Without uttering a word Anna dashed
from his side.
| Paul returned to deserted room and as
llc read his wife's farewell mssive his heart
was touched; and he started TO follow her
meeting on his way tho woman who hac
come between them. -
All! he was under the tyranny Of des
pot who made him a fcttercd slave, ant
Inundated him in his own estimation. $
The avenue leading to the hotel was
thronged with cquipages % Paul Carroll
leaned back among tho cushions of the low
phaeton The conspicuous yellow curls
and white plume Of the fair widow were
tossed by the lake breezcs.
On their return from the hotel Mrs. LES
TRANCE noted the recklcssncss Of the man,
while the champagne he had taken bctray.
ed itself in his unusual hilarity.
Ho had taken the reins. A carriage tried
to pass them. Carroll, with an oath goad-
cd his horse to widest speed. The rival
| 'eiiiSio wac uio"A ~ ciio"-"HltC llClSCSs
The road grew narrower. Carroll mad
dened hy strong drink, heeds not the grasp
of the woman whose lightest wish had been
his law.
''Oh, in mercy, stop!" she pleaded.
There was whizzing of horses hoofs-
a fearful crash-a wild scream Of agony.
the horses wounded, the carriages broken,
and all that was left of elegant, stately Paul
Carroll was a mutilatcd mass
Mrs. L'Estrangc lay in the darkcncd
room, while a noiseless step indicated tho
presence of the careful nurse.
Mrs. Carroll had forgiven the dying wo
man whose sin had cost her 80 dear.
The sad broken hearted wife followed
the remains Of her husband to the tomb.
When she returned to the great throbbing
city, many passer by noted the mute clio
qucnce Of the pale, sad face, little dream
ing of the great tragedy that had occurred
on tho stage of her life, leaving the scGue
to unfold when we,, too, have played thu
last act, and perhaps lie away in some quiet
corner awaiting judgment.