Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1881-08-12
TWICE LOVED.
Or. the Romance of Etsy Peyton.
BY u. D. HOWARD.

DO not return to the Grange. Etsy.
Come with us to Newport; the beauti-
ful Mrs. Langsley will be the rage there.
as she has been in Philadelphia this
winter, even though she does keep her
self close
Etsy's lip eurled with something Of
the haughtiness of early days.
Il cannot, Aggie. | am tired of gay.
ETY.. Oh, this is such hard world to
get through. l am SO tired of it, So
tired Of living
"What, Etsy, tired of life at 25.'
Even so, Aggie; fatherless, mother
less, and Il deserted wife-it is enough. "
Not deserted, Etsy; you have twice
refused to join him"
"4e es, | know; we have both erred
We are both too proud Insome of NV
moods do not blame Lionel. was
SO changed, so sallow, and bony. and
homely, and then | never could forgive
him that first unconscious start and
shrinking away. | had loved only Lii
onel III all my life, and | forgot for the
moment how changed | was, and flew
to meet him. He recovered himself in
moment, but it seemed as if it chang
ed my whole nature, and [ grew cold
and disdainful; but great pain was at
my heart, even when | seemed most
Indifferent. | have the same pain to-
night
You love him still, Etsy2"
The crimson lips grew scornful, and
then tremulous.
Yes; | have never loved any one else.
You will think me mean spirited, Ag-
gle
"No, Etsy; l honor you for it. But
We will not talk of 1t. Papa will go
anywhere | wish. | have never been
to Niagara; if you would like, we will
go there where all will be strangers to
us"
So they went TO Niagara. Mr.. Warner,
Agnes, and Etsy. Leaving the ladies
IN the waiting room Mr.. Warner went
to register their names in the hotel book
of entry, but returned in moment,
with face from which every vestige
of color had flown.
"Etsy. when | went TO write my name
a gentleman was just returning the pen
to It's case, and the ink was yet wet with
the name Of Lionel Peytonl"
MY husbandr'
Il fear so; but do not grow so pale,
child. | thought perhaps you might
wish to leave this place, and SO did not
register our names"
The beautiful, pale face was pitiful
to see.
''Stay, let me think. 1t might not
be my husband, and yet | never knew
a Lionel Peyton out of our family.
Was the gentleman's face anything like
this ?" and poor Etsy took miniature
from her jewel case.
Yes; it was very like, only this face
is more youthful. The face | saw was
bearded, and bronzed, and careworn
looking"
IF | thought he would not know me
| would stay and see him for myself
i would like to"
He would never know you, Etsv.
You are as different from the Etsy Of
fifteen "a you are unlike the wife of
twenty. l think you might remain with
perfect safety; and he may not be your
husband, after all
So Etsy stayed, and on the book of
entry was written Mr.. Ely Warner and
AduSHbtA, anu NlIS. W llilS-
We will call you Essie, and then if
it is your husband he will never know
you"
Mr.. Warner was right, Lionel Peyton
could never recognize in this brilliantly
beautiful woman either the rosy school
girl of 15 or the wife of 20. Etsy at 26
was tall and stately, with clear, dark
skin, brilliant color and large, shadowy,
haunting eyes, in whose depths lay a
great pain; you felt as soon as you saw
her. 1t was her husband; Etsy knew
him the moment she saw him. 1t was
in the dining room she first met him.
He looked at the party entering, az any
gentleman would look at pretty wo-
men, his gaze resting longest on Etsy,
her gorgeous eastern beauty oyershad-
owing the pale loveliness of Agnes
Warner; but ii was evident he did not
recognize her.
He was bronzed and bearded, and
more than careworn-sad.
Etsy began to question whether he,
too, had not suffered They sat at th-,
same table day after day, this husabnd
and wife, till poor Etsy's heart..was ike
" bI6dk- Dl anu Dy MI. warner UtsAue
Mr.. Peyton's acquaintance in the read
ing-room, and together they travelled
over Europe-where Mr. Warner once
spent many years of his life-Mr. Pey-
toms great descriptive powers painting,
as with a pencil, every subject he
touched upon.
One day Etsy said, half scornfull,
half earnestly:
What do you think of my hus-
band, Mr.. Warner"
His answer surprised her.
admire him more than any man
/ ever knew, Etsy. / wish / could fin-
derstand what Is keeping you apart"
That night he sent for the ladies to
join him in the parlor. To Etsy's sur
prise, he introduced them to Mr.. Pey-
ton, who threw the charm Of his con.
versation over them. as he had over
Mr.. Warner, and the evening passed
ere they had begun
Time passed on, and other evenings
were spent together, and it soon requir-
ed but a careless eye 70 see that the
beautiful face of Etsy Peyton was the
only face on earth 70 their new friend.