Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1881-03-25

a in a uaornff--- svS@a to thinteui..
= yfiiafn IN ~ aof ever doubtSn
, Clara's loyalV and for suggesting i'm
2 propriety by Fis jealous susu.cions.
: He asked her pardon, anu when the,
parted he was much happier than h,
had been for days
Another six weeks few by and in tina
time what changes had come about
The French lessons were so freouent
that if Arnoll Clrew saw Clara Moor,
for an hour IN the whole week. he wa,
lucky fellow.
And what were Clara's real feeling,
at this time Alas she had grown IN.
tatuated with Mr.. Cox. She believed
that he had grown really fond of her
Perhaps he was in a kind Of wav. The
French lessons had led to something So
very like love-making that it would have
taken a very clever analyst to have told
the differenco. And, naturally &c bar
feelings strengthened for her French
master, they declined for Arnold Corew
Francis Cox was better teacher of
love than of French.
Heaven help her Infatuated erea.
ture that she was, she believed If NOS.
sible that this wealthy young scion Of .
good family might make her his wife
Over and oves again he seemed on the
point OF asking her to be his wife
Sweet honeyod words were thew that he
whispered in ner willing ear; beautiful
pictures of what married life should be
he drew in flowing speech.
| He had few .ters; but twice week
J be raaaixra1 a
lasty , nnfsssfss' yl-AEg- This 4aad s.xcit,.1
that, she was ~. aes, !, = had come to
/ But a ready 10 atisfied her on that head
"Surely," b said, ga fellow can cor
respond with lis sister"
That had been sufficient to satisfy her
One evening, however, matters ar
rived at climax.
She had received a note from Arnold.
saving that be must see her that night
without fail She met him in the usual
place Of meeting. He looked very
white and angry.
"Clara,' ne said, "T will stand this
no longer. You either give up the So
eietv of this lodger, or YOU give up me"
"What do you ~ said Clara.
"I mean what l say" answered Ar.
mold. "No one can serve two mastere-
neither can woman be true to two
lovers"
"Tm not going to be domineered
over by any man, said Clara.
"You will have to do one thing or the
other in this case" answered Arnold
Carew.
"Don't try and bully me-" cried
Clara, flushing up.
I'm not bullying you. 1t is useless
to try and eyade my determination.
Clara. Which are you going to do
Give up these so-called French lessons.
or give me up%
"I certainlg shall not give up my
French" size answered.
Then goo5zbye," answered Arnold,
and without waiting for an answer-in-
deed, without affording her time to an
swer-he strobe away into the darkness.
When she had started to meet him
the wish had been in her heart that she
might find an excuse to cast her lover
off; but now that he had taken the ini-
tiative and had sternly and abruptly
quilted her, leaving her in maiden
meditation fancy free" she experienced
very different sensations to what she had
anticipated.
The tears rushed to her eyes, but she
suppressed them, and hurried home
ward.
"I wish with all my heart" she
said, "that Francis Cox would ask me
this very night to be his wife"
When she reached home she found
| that Francis Cox was absent.
On the table of his sitting-room lay
an open letter, in what Clara believed
to be, from what he had told her
previously, his sisters handwriting.
Most young ladies are inquisitive
and Clara Moore was no exception to
the rule. She picked the letter up
and read it.
She had not perused three sentences
before she felt convinced it was from a
sweetheart. A full perusal confirmed
her suspicious ssyond all doips 1snentalIy
har ehaalys i rning with indignation
and and shame. s,4aa 50 he has deceived
The room seemed to swim round
with her. She felt sick and faint. She
heard the street door open, and she
composed herself with a great effort.
Francis Cox entered the room.
"Ah!' he exclaimed, "you have got
back early"
Rather" she replied, coldly.
You seem out of sorts, my wild
flower "a name he had given her.
"What is the matter?'
"You shouldn't leave your sisters
letters about, answered Clara, bitterly
Francis Cox colored up to the roots Of
his hair
II hope" he said, with composure
you are not so dishonorable as to read
my letters without my sanction %
"Quite dishonorable enough" an
swered Clara You are a nice persor
to speak of my dishonor; you have de
ceived me foully."
Then with many tears Clara poured
forth her wrongs.
You told me your only correspond
ent was your sister" she sobbed; "anC
all the while it was your sweetheart
who is dying for the winter to come
when you are to be married. And We
you could lead me on, and pretend to b
! fond OF me, and teach me to grow fon,
! of you, and-oh, you are worse thai
cruel, worse than cruel"
Here Clara Moore broke down in a
agony of tears. Mr.. Cox looked at he
: with an expressiononi..s ''' : -
5 - ..u.1,,, - ~ Saaiid at last, assuming tina
All. 5a alssssl sssfSss ne ssa which he had cease
to adopt when making love to the ur
!, happy village belle, Hawl you are to
severe. I'm sure I never intended to lea
you to imagine was seriously in love
! If you've made that mistake Tn awful
sorry, I'm sure; but, of course, 70
:, know, you never could have imagine
; l had any idea of marrying you ?"
a eff you didn't mean that what rigI
J had you to pretend to care for me
2 cried Clara. "You did everything bl
ask me to be your wife"
"And, knowing our relative positions
o,exvarad Francis Gov g Won no11ld n,