The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-01-08
Disappointed.


ealnc TO Farmlands and verify believe
a,n in love-hopelessly.
But whether his passion were fraughl
with, or doomed to success or despair,
Johu Clifford certainly looked like ''hope-
less lover thinking about Isabel De
LorIne.
Ills was bright face, though not hand
so.nc, and lighted by laughing blue eyes
that the young lady never yet had satislac-
torily decided were In fun or earnest when
their owner flashed their light upon her.
John Clifford was twenty. six, and no
face had ever yet disturbed the even tenor
OF his way until this Isabel Dc Lorme had
come to his mothers house, and won all
hearts under the roof before q week.
Only three months acquainted, and Ohm
Clifford could have sworn 1t seemed like SO
mnuy years. such perfect friends they two
had become, despite that TALL aristocratic
blonde gentleman from Paris who sat next
10 Isabel at the table, and who froWned 80
audibly when John would bend over her
regal head and whispered some,h hing o.
other.
And sitting there, he had to smile with
superb indifference when he thought Of this
blonde gentleman, this Slr. Elmer whose
admiration for his peerless Isabel was 80
patent. ,- .-., <.. ..
10 be sure, MIR. Elmer and Isabel had
been carrying On u harmless little Irritation,
OF and on. ..,. ,... ~.
But John hadn't suid anything, for two
good reasons; one was, he was not de
clared lover OF Miss DE- Lorme, much %
he would have liked to be; the other lie had
just rs nice little time with Adlic Sun
herland between times when he took a
stroll only couple Of miles. .~
he and Addic had known each other
ever since John could remember. 100.
And then, with Addie two miles off, and
Isabel constantly before his eyes-with
Addie, when ho lid see her, Ill "plainest of
muslin toilets, demidishodilie, and Isabel
flashing before his eyes in such wondrously
5eWitching dresses, it was little wonder
that he grew to forgetting Addic Sunle-
lands peach-bloom checks. hair like spun
gold, and eyes as dark, but not 80 brilliant
as Isabel Dc Lorme's own. 'i' 'NfuA
john Clifford. was fast forgetting her;
. and that elegant lady had won HIM whom
she had wanted for her very own. ,...
Poor foolish little Addict but she was
only seventeen, and in love, else she would
have risen up and met and vanqmshed her
foe; for her own weapons, her feminine
tact, beauty, wit and grace, were sharp
and bright as hcr. cncmy's, only hor enemy
was al expert in their use, and well, only
just the truest sweetest girl in the coun-
Try was Addie. iss,t:lE3E}{3 III
Tho light were faring and" flaming
brightly in Mrs. Cliiford's parlor, and the
little groups, gathered together, were uI-
usually diancned for conversation. =
1t had been delightful season, and on
the morrow their pleasant party would be
broken up, in ull probability hover to meet
again.
, Mrs. CIifford's guest was to leave hi tho
morning.
And yet John Clifford had not spoken.
But to-night whom be saw her. standing
by the window, Silent. tlioughtful, alone,
30 qucenly In her attitude of grace, he
suddenly walked into her presence, rcsolv-
Ing TO ask her to stay and be his wife, or
to go his betrotlicd bride. ~ .'." .|+
She turned, with bright smile, and
held out her hand. q, -
IL believe was certainly getting lonely.
Are you lonely, Mr.. Clifford 2" = l.t
She flashed him glance from hcr rad.
liant eyes as she spoke; and with tho hand
John was still holding carecssly, but with
a matchless grace that did not escape her
lovers ardent, admiring gaze, swept back
rich stray curl on her forehead.
How liquidIy tender her voice was
And John Clifford wondered il his des-
tiny had created thls op portunity for his
especial good. I.llE hvA edo - /
8 ~ F1a 9l as sa<B Gta&3 Z ~ - ID"