The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-07-05
TWICE LOVED;
The 1omsnos q Etsv Heytoo.
= RY y. ID. HoHARD. 81

From the New York sunday Mercury.
DO not return to the Grange. Etsy.
Come With Us to Newport; the beauti-
full Mrs. langley will he the rage
there, a. she has been in Philadelphia
thin winter. even tboaeh she does keep
herself close"
Etsyis lips curled with something Of
the haughtiness Of early days.
Il cannot, Aggie. l am tired OF
gayety. Oh. this is such . hard
world to get through. l am SO tired
of it-so tired of living!"
"What. Etsy! tired Of lite at twer.
ty-five!"
Even %. Aggie; fatherlesa, moth
erless. and q deserted wifs-it 10
enough"
"Not deserted. Etsy. you have twice
refused TO join him."
Eyes, l know: We have both erred
we are both too proud. In some
of NV moods I do not blame I.looel.
1 was 50 changed, SO sallow. and bony.
and homely. and then ! never could
forgive him that first unconscious
start and shrinking away. l had
loved only Lionel in ali nv life. and !
forgot for the moment how changed l
was, and how to meet him. He re-
covered himself 70 q moment, but il
seemed as il it changed nv whole
nature. and I grew cold and dis'lsin.
full but q great pain was at my heart,
even when I seemed most Indifferent.
| have the same pain tonight"
lyon love him still, Etsy!"
The crimson lips grew scornful. and
then tremulous.
YES; I have never loved any one
slse. You will think me mean spirit
ed. Ageie!'
"No. Et.y: I honor you for 1t.
But We will not talk of il. Papa will
60 anywhere l wish. l have never
been to Niagara. If you would like
xe will 60 there, where all will be
strangers to Us.
So they went to Nisgars-Mr. War.
ner. Agnes and Etsy. Leaving the
ladies in the reception room, Mr..
Warner went to register their na,ef
| in the hotel book Of entry. but return.
ed in . moment with q face from which
every vestiee of color had flown.
"E,sy, when I went to write my
name a gentleman was just returning
his pen to its case, and the ink VA
vet vet With the name Of Lionel Pey.
toni"
my husband ?"
Il fear 90 but do not grow so pale,
child. l thought. perhaps. you might
wish to leave this pace, and did moi
register our names.
The beautiful, pale face was pitiful
to zee.
"Stay, let me think. 1t might moi
be nv husband, and yet l never knew
a Lionel Peyton out Of our family.
Was the gentIeman's face anything
like this?" and poor Etsy took q
miniature from her jewel case.
"Yes; it was very like. only THU
face is more youthful. The face ! saw
WA bearded and bronzed, and care
worn looking"
IF / thought he would not know
me. would stay and see him for my.
self-I would like to-"
HE would never know you, Etsy.
You are as unlike the Etsy Of fifteen
as you are unlike the wife of twenty.
think you might remain with perfect
safety; and it may not be your hus.
band, after all.
So Etsy stayed, and on the book Of
entry was written Mr.. Ely Warner
and daughter, and Mrs. Willis.
1--WE will call you Essie, and then
if it is your husband he will never
know you"
Mr.. Warner was right, Lionel Pey-
ton could never recognize in this
brilliantly beautiful woman either the
rosy school girl of fifteen or the wife
of twenty. Etsy at twenty-six was
tall and stately, with q clear. dark
skin, brilliant color. and large. saad-
owy, haunting eyes. in whose depths
lay a great pain you felt it as soon
rs you saw her. 1t was her husband !;
Etsy knew him the moment abe saw
him. It was in the dining-room she
first met him. He looked at the
party entering, as any gentleman
would look At q pretty women, his
gaze resting longest on Etsy, her gor-
geous eastern beauty overwhelming
the pale lovelinese of AgDes Warner |;
but it was evident be did not recog.
nize her.
He vas bronzed and bearded, and
something more than careworu-sad.
Etsy began to question whether be,
too, had not suffered. They sat at
the same table day after dav. this hus-
band and wife, till poor Etsy's heart
was like to break. BY and by, Mr..
Warner made Mr.. Peytou's acquaiut-
ance in the reading-room, and togeth-
er they travelled over Europe-where
Mr.. Warner once spent many years
Of his life-Mr. Peytons great descrip-
tive powers painting, As with pencil,
every subject be touched upon.
One day Etsy said. half scornfully,
half earnestly:
"What do Won think of myhusbaDd.
Mr.. Warner I"
His answer surprised her.
Il admire him more than any man
| ever knew. Etsy.. Iwish [ could
understand what it is keeping you
spart"
That night he sent for the ladies to
join him in the parlor. To Etsys1
surprise he introduced them to Mr..
Peyton, who threw the charm of his
conversation over them, ~ he had
over Mr.. Warner, and the evening
passed ere they had begun.