The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1881-06-25
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! II Vuuluu tIust 1ou thhb tdIJ shoulu
have nothing to do with you"
THIS retort disarmed Arnold Carew in a
moment. lie began to think what villain
he was for ever doubling Claras loyalty and
for suggesting impropriety by his jealous
suspicions,
lie asked her pardon and when they part
ed he was much happier than he had been
for days.
Another six weeks flew by and in that
time what changes had come about. The
French lessons were so frequent, that if Ar
mold Carew saw Clara Moore for an hour in
the whole week, he was lucky fellow.
And what were clara'sreol feelings at this
time? Alasl she had grown infatuated
with Mr.. Cox. She believed that he had
grown really fond of her Perhaps he was,
in kind OF way. The French lessons had
led to something so very like love making
that it would have taken very clever ana
lyst to have told the Inference. And natur-
ally as her feelings strengthened for her
French master, they declined for Arnold
| Carew.
Francis Cox was a better teacher of love
than of French.
Heaven help her infatuated creature
that she was, she believed it possible that
this wealthy young scion of a good family
might make her his wife. Over and over
again he seemed on the point of asking her
l ~ 10 10 will Gt,.aa Z.
they that he whispered in her willing ear
beautiful pictures ofwhat married life should
be he drew in flowing speech.
He had few lettersj but twice week he
recaived an epistle directed in lady's hand
writing. This had excited Clara's jealousy.
Yes, it had come to thnt, she was Jealous of
him.
But ready lie satisfied her on that head.
Surely" he said, "a fellow can CORES
pond with his sister,"
That had been sufficient to satisfy her.
One evening, however, matters arrived at
a climax.
She had received a note from Arnold, say
ing that be must sec her that night without
fail. She met him in the usual place oS
meeting. lie looked very vihite ana angry 4
"Clara," ho said, ~ will stand this no
longer. You either give up the society Or
this LOGGER or you give up me-"
"What do you mean2" said Clara.
~ mean what say" answered Arnold.
'No one can serve two masters, neither can
a woman be true 10 two lovers"
'I'm not goiag to be domneered over by
any man" said Clara.
"You will have to do one thing or the
other in this case" answered Arnold.
Don't try and bully me- cried Clara,
flushing up.
"I'm not bullying you. It is useless TO
try aud evade my determination, Clara.
Which are you going to do? Give up these
so-called French lessons, or give me up2"
81 certainly shall not giveup my French"
she answered.
"Then good bye answered Arnold, aud
without waiting for an answer-indeed,
without afIording her time to answer-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 10 cast her lover Off; but now
that he had taken the initiative and had
sternly and abruptly quilted her, leaving
her ain maiden meditation fancy free" she
experienced very different sensations to
what she had anticipated.
The tears rushed to her eyes, but she sup
pressed them, and hurried homeward.
81 wish with all my heart" she said,
"that Francis Cox would ask me this very
night to be his wife"
When sho reached home she found that
Francis Cox was absent.
On the table in his stfing-roon lay an
| open letter, in what Clara believed to be,
from what he had told her previously, LIs
sisters handwriting.
Most young Indies arc inqusitivc. and
Clara Moore was no exception to the rule.
She picked the letter up and read it.
She had not perused three sentences be.
fore she felt convinced it was from a sweet
heart. A full perusal confirmed her sus.
picions beyond all doubt.
"And so," she exclaimed, mentally, her
cheeks burning with indignation and shame,
"and so he has deceived me.
The room seemed to swim round with
her. She felt sick and faint. She heard
the street door open, and she composed her.
sell 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
matter7'
"You shouldn't leave your sisters letters
about" answered Clara, bitterly.
Francis Cox colored up to the roots Of bis
hair.
81 hone" he said, with eomposure, 'you
are not so dishonorable as to read my letters
without my sanction ?"
"Quite dshonorable enough" answered
Clara. "You are a nice person to speak Of
my dishonor; you have deceived me most
foully."
Then with many tears Clare poured forth
her wrongs.
"You told mo your only correspondent
was your sister," she sobbed "and all the
while II was your sweetheart, who is dying
for the winter to come, when your are 10 be
married. And yet you could lead me on,
and pretend to be fond of me, and teach ne
to grow fond ofyou, and-oh, you are worse
than cruel, worse than cruel"
Here Clara Moore broke down in an agony
Of tears. Mr. Cox looked at her with an
expression of mingled annoyancaand COM
passion.
"Haw !" he said at last, assuming that air
Of a(ieetation which he had ceased to adopt
when making love to the unhappy village
belle, CLAW you are too severe. I'm sure
never intended to lead you to imagine