The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1881-06-22

UVlngron, but you have raised demon III
the breast of the man you have deceived,
and instead of victim you shall find an
avenger. General Dumont shall not go
blindfold to the altar. Before midday to-
morrow those thirteen letters shall be III his
hands,"
i There was pause-a pause Of terrible
silence.
The interview had not taken place without
q listener. The pale face and black eyes of
Clarice Suydam appeared between the folds
of the curtains.
''Merciful Heaven!" exclaimed Maud
Ovington after that ominous pause, ''you
cannot mean this, Clarence-you cannot
| mean to be so cruel?'
Gas there is light in the sky, I viii do
what have said, he answered, with icy
GOODNESS.
''And you will have no mercy?"
''Nonel You have been merciless to me,
and you shall find me mereiless."
/ ''You viii not send the letter to the Cen
eral tonight, Clarence?" said Miss Ovington.
'.Perhaps tonight, madam-Perhaps to-
morrow"
''Grant me one mercy-promise not to
send them till tomorrow"
$50 be it; promise. And now, madam,
let me escort you to your carriage. We can
l.aVe nothing more to say to each other"
'Do not touch mer' she exclaimed, as the
artist extended his hand In order to conduct
her to the staircase.
She waived him aside and left the room;
then, hurrying down the stairs, she sprang
lightly into her carriage and drove away.
The lamps were lighted in the street be-
low the windows, and the artists studio was
half in shadow when Miss Ovington left the
house.
An hour later, Clarence Suydam and his
cousin Clarice were seated at their simple
meal in the apartment adjoining the studio.
The artist pushed aside his untouched
plate, and, with his head resting on his
hand, abandoned himself to bitter reflection.
Clarice Suydam never removed her eyes
from the face of her cousin, but she kept
silence and did not attempt to disturb his
reverie.
They had sat for nearly an hour over their
untasted food, when the servant of the house
entered and handed Clarence a letter.
The young man opened it mechanically,
and shrugged his shoulders, with an impa-
tient gesture as he read the brief contents of
the epistle.
GLOW provokingP he said ga commission
tonight above all other nights!"
ga commssionr exclaimed Clarice-
'from whom2"
'.From a stranger. Listen, Clarice: Mr..
Spencer, having heard of the rising genius
of Mr.. Clarence Suydam, is anxious to treat
with him for a picture to add to Mr.. Spen-
GERS collection of modern paintings. As
MIR. Spencer's stay in New York will be very
short, he will feel obliged if Mr.. Suydam
will call upon him this evening" at 81, ct
the Metropolitan Hotel.
''You viii not go, Clarence, will your"
said Clarice; you have suffered so much to-
day, and you are worn out with all you have
endured. You will not gb?"
'tNot go, cousin Clarice?" exclaimed the
young man; ''yOu must indeed think me
weak if you can imagine that the loss of
false woman can so much affect me! No,
no! Art shall console me. A glorious fu-
ture shall wipe out the past! will show
this woman that the artist in his greatness
may be worthy the love of an Empress!"
Clarence Suydam rose and looked at his
watch.
Eight o'clock" he said; ''plenty of time.
Goodnight, CIarice"
''When will you returnY asked his cousin.
SPY eleven, at the latest"
''Cousin Clarence" said Clarice, earn.
estly, "do not go to this place tonight.
There is something at my heart that tells
me that harm to yourself will result from
this meeting. If this Mr.. Spencer desires
to patrOniZe you, let him come here-or let
him wait till tomorrow"
Impossible, Clarice. I may lose u valu.
able patron if fail to keep this appoint
ment."
"stay, Clarence; there is danger before
your
Danger"
SAY, danger. feel it, know it.
"Pshaw, my poor little cousin, this is
follyw said the young man. ''You need |
fear no danger, and at eleven o'clock you |
shall see me safe at home"
E'You promise CIarence?v
81 will return at eleven"
''Swear it, cousin, said Clarice, solemnly. |
Il swear"
The artist seized Clarice's hand and |
pressed it in his own; them hurrying down
the stairs, he left the house and walked
slowly along the street.
Clarice sat pale and motionless before the
deserted supper table.
For two hours she sat in the same atti-
tude, immoyable as a statute, but when the
clock upon the chimney piece struck eleven
she rose from her seat and walked to the
window.
eleven o'clock, murmured CIarice; 'fhe
hour has struck, and he has not yet returned.
Clarence Suydam never yet broke his oath.
My cousin is deadr
Twelve - one - two-three-fou o'clock
struck from the turrets of the neighboring
church; but still she waited.
81 am waiting Yor his corpse" she MUIR
INJURED, as the long night wore away. I
All waiting to receive his corpse. for he
never will return alive"