The Indianapolis leader. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1879-1890, 1880-04-17
THE DOUBLE PLOT.
A Young Lady's Story.

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stood up in the might of her pride and anger
and repeated the words. Although / was
her governess and companion, and should
play of temper, found myself instead ad
miring the queenly pose of her head, the full
height to which she had drawn her we'll
rounded figure, and even the way her little
foot was set upon the graveled walk. Her
straw hat had fallen back from her face, and
its white satin ribbons lay loosely about her
bare neck like bands of silver, while the
moonlight stole over the golden brown braids
of her luxuriant hair, tinging them softly
with its radiance.
Should I speak to her as was perhaps my
duty, or, like a true daughter OF Eve, sit by
my window and watch the closing of the lit
tie farce? Alas | was but young govern
ess, comparatively speaking, and the stern,
practical life of two years at Somerville
House had not quite rooted out the love of
sentiment and romance that from early youth
had known a welcome home with me. So 1
did the latter-I watched. Ht1'fff
"But, Georgia." spoke voice which at
once recognized as belonging to my young
cousin, Walter Marston, 'you appear like one
insane Will you listen to reason?"
"Not from you, most assuredly!" she re-
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spoken to me. hate you-absolutely hate
youl''
There was a moments pause, during which
Walter retired few PAGES, putting on the
airs of a prince, while Georgia fretted out
the ends Of her blue sash with her slender
white fingers. NOR
"Very WELL" said Walter, tossing the
brown hair, which the damp evening air had
1sde into soft brown rings, from his fore
d. Georgia bowed. "If am i'll, said
nd send for you" - 90
never go to you, Walter Marston,
,terrupted the young girl. y
I'll" came again from the lips of
.Fsl. turned half reluctantly away.
..Fa.e ti,s YOU please" cried Georgia;
anu CO draw hastily golden
circlet. "And this" snatch.
ing from len cross
al wan 5 about meT'
"Do not q h paltry trifles
IN " face, l. r even you
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There was something in his voice, SOME
thing in his firm tread as he walked away.
that reused into life memories that had
slumbered for years in my bosom. In vain
/ tried to crush them back into oblivion as
they came up before me; but it was useless
task, and, like weary child, buried my
face in my hands and burst into tears.
When young like Georgia Abbott,
cruel temper for l had al
lowed the sweetest years of my life to slip
away from me in moments time of anger:
How the little scene | had just witnessed
called back into the present far-past even-5
ing of my lifel How the old yearning for
love and tenderness sprang up anew within
my heart, and went searchingly out for
dear one whom had taught myself to look
upon as dead-forever dead to mel How
recalled looks, tones, and words that had
been so long hushed in the chilly tomb of
forgetfulnessl And how prayed to Heaven
for strength to walk firmly, and without
wavering, nv cruel way of thorns. though
my feet were torn and bleeding all the
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As I sat trying to soothe nv perturbed
thought back to the quiet channel in which
they were wont TO flow, / heard the quick
stem of Walter Marston IN the corridor that
led to my room, and before / could wipe the
tears from nv ewes he raped hastily at my
door
IL am come to bid you goodbye" he said,
as met him. IL shall start for home to-
s morrow"
$50 soon. Walter? How il this?u
asked placing him in a chair. II thought
YOUR visit was to have ended in a very differ
emit manner
"Oh. there seems to be little use in remain
ing here longer. he replied. II am not feel
inc very strong vet and a nome atmosphere
is better than anv other for an invalid. :
an some cases, though 1 should hardly
think 40 in vours y answered .Will Miss
Abbot return To Cadlands with vou,,
81 think not.v said he.
"And wbv?" I asked.
because. Elsa. she hates-because she
never has loved me- he answered with We
bemence that unite startled me- o
tt was useless for me TO trv 70 conceal
from Walter nv knowledge Of his quarrel
with Georgia: SO I told him plainiy and
simplv what L knew of il. begging him to he
led by calm. cool Judgment In the affair
rather than the fierce. passionate counsel.
lines of his meaner nature. which threatened
to overpower the good. N.trNV =