The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-03-15
Selfrf Story.
HIS REVENGE.
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CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER II.
Ths sun Of another day had set, sink.
ing downward, beyond purple bars ol
clouds. slowly toward The west, without
rest yet without haste, as though to give
the cons of earth warning and time to
leave no bitterness unhealed ere the night
bad csst it's pail over the deeds done and
sealed their graves never to be unclosed
F. The gIimmer OF lights from the low
window fell through the trees, while
along the winding avenue the carriages
drew up and deposited their burdens
Within, rare exotics flled the air with
their fragrance where Raymond Har-
court awaited his bride
The accustomed serenity was on bis
face, the courtly smile upon his lips as
Lucille came forward The company
gathered had never seen her look so re.
gally beautiful! as now. She was pale
and beautiful as q lily and would have
startled them by her seeming impassi-
bility had not her.eyes glowed like stars
The delicate lace that shaded her neck
and arms was matched In softness by the
skln beneath it.
RAYMOND Harcourt involuntarily sup.
pressed an exclamation of admiration.
he suddenly became aware that this girl
thst he was wedding was as superior to
the object Of bis past foolish fancy as Is
the splendor of the sun to the mild rays
OF the moon.
The words we're spoken that made Ray
Harcourt and Lucille Moore man and
wife, and they had received the we'll cho.
zen congratulations of the assembled
throng.
In accordance with Lucille's express
wish they were not to 60 npon the accus-
toned wedding tour.
The carriage with Its fretted roans, its
mazarine blue livery, halted before the
elegant mansion that RAYMOND bad pre-
pared for his bride. Lucille glanced Gu
riously at the elegance surrounding her,
the servant 10 waiting having led her
through the tapestried hall into the spa.
cious drs wing.room beyond ; rare works
of art denoted the cultured taste OF the
owner. NAt
Her cheeks flushed, that had been so
pale an hour before, as her husband en-
tered the room; be advanced gracefully,
and taking her hand raised II to his lips.
"Permit me to welcome you to your
home. / trust 1t will find favor in your
eyes; II there are any alterations or en-
bellishments which you may desire to
make, please consider you have carte
blanche eA
Lucille bowed, and lifting her eyes tc
his replied coldly:
"Thank you, Mr.. Harcourt, for your
kindness, but I do not think shall find
it necessary to avail myself Of your gen.
erosity.' e9 Ep
RAYMOND Harcourt bit his lip. He
had not thought Lucille could show so
much spirit, and 1t somehow struck him
uncomsortably how little this beautiful
girls personal feelings had been consult
ed in this marriage. But be showed NO
sign Of his inward thoughts.
"As you please. But pardon me for
OBTAINING you; you must be fatigued. I
will now ring for your maid to show you
10 your rooms. And remember, until
you wish it otherwise, you are there Sc
cure from any intrusion OF mine. Good
night aud pleasant dreams" -
He stood where she bad left him, with
bis arm resting lightly on the mantel-
piece and bis handsome eyes wore look
OF snnoyarce
"By Jove! what q magnificent wo-
man! As far above May Chester as the
heavens are above the earth. What q
calm look OF ecorn laws in the depth Of
her beautifal eyesl Lucille !''-already y
bis lips fingered tenderly over the name
-"I have done You deeper wrong than
can ever efface, by linking your life to
nne you do not love-" And this admis
sion caused him twinee Of pain that be
would have laughed at bat On hour be-
fore.
Lucille sat in her dainty, violet dress.
iue room, with her long hair unbound,
clasping her slender fingers, on one o'
which glittered the costly diamond which
signiied her wedding.trotb. She though
Of the occurrence Of the evening snd
sighed -.
"Oh, that We could cultivate each 9TH
er's society! almost think"
"Here sue abruptly checked the word.
rising to ber lips and rang for her mait
Ito dress her hair for the night.
The days and weeks few by, through
THE hot, sultry summer. with its sott
dreamy languor, It's blazing, hested days
Tits still moonlit nights, into the damp
yellow autumn. - -.
Lucille Harcourt had accepted with
Ieracefal ease her position, which her at
tainments amply qualified her to Gil Sh
Ipresided over the mansion Of which Sd