Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-11-11

pecting.
You are very kind. Mrs. Warburton.
she replied: Indeed will wear them"
So the willy widow fastened the red
blossoms in Lily's golden hair, and at her
throat and waist, as conspicuously as pos
sible: then. her work accomplished she
fitted away.
When LiIy descended 10 the grand
salon below she was joined at once BY
Harry Penryth, who offered her his arm
/ for promenade A pair Of flashing
black eve. followed the two as they moved
slowly through the rooms and a pair of
rosy lips curled with strange smile AS
she saw Harry Penryth gaze fixedly at his
companion, and turn pale 10 the very lips
/ The subtle instinct which so strangely al
| fected the young man, was slowly but
surely entering his heart.
After a time Mrs. Warburton observed
Mr.. Penryth making his way through the
crowd to her side. He looked pale and
troubled.
Come out ard walk, Mrs Warburton.
will you not 2" he said offering his arm
With a triumphant look in her eyes, she
arose and they strolled out into the moon
light.
Where j. Miss Moreton o. queri.d the
widow archly.
II do not know he replied. trifie
coldly. Let US sit here he added,
pointing to rustic seat
1t was lovely night; his companion
was beautiful and fascinating. Heaven
ONLY knows OF what foolishness Harry
might have been guilty, but just then a
voice fell on their ears from the shruboery
near.
..Ah, Dupont cried mans voice, and
n Whit Of cigar smoke hoated by; "why
didn't YOU tell me the Delorme' was
here ~
"Delorme ?'' returned his companion;
II don't know OF whom you are speak
ing
The first speaker laughed lightly.
You remember the woman who Tilted
Brookes, don't You? Poor Gerald he was
A noble fellow, Well, she afterward mar
ried old Warburton. the millionaire. and
worried him into the grave within year.
She's fascinating widow, and the young
men (who do not know herr flock round
like moths in candle. hear Penryth is
the last victim!'
Indeed" laughed the other, and the
two passed on.
Harry Penry,h turned on his companion
a face of marbe whiteness. What does
this mean he gasped. ANSWER me;
are you Delorme ?"
She laughed recklesslv.
as it fair to place me forever under
ban." she asked lust because a man
whom | never could love was foolish
enough to- care for me? Mr.. Penryth, l
was not to blame-listen.
Hush ~ he said sternly. Don't at
tempt any palliation. Shall | take you
back to the house. Mrs Warburton ?"
And Ethel Warburton knew that it was
all over; that the game was played. the
die thrown and lost
Alone on the moonlit veranda, Lily
Moreton sat, pale and sad. Harry Pen
ryth came to her side and bent tenderly
over her.
Lily" he whispered, where did YOU
get those geraninms ?'
She started slightly and blushed.
Mrs. Warburton gave them to me-"
she replied wasn't she kind ?'
Very" he answered dryly. He then
sat down beside Lily. and told her the
story of his friend and his tragic fate. Be-
fore it was concluded she had torn the
blossoms from their testing places and
tossed them over the veranda railing.
They fell on the grass pot below, right at
the feet of Ethel Warburton. And, recog-
nizing them. she knew the truth, knew her
wicked wiles had not succeeded: all was
lost.
And she was right. for before the sea-
son was ended the newspapers announced
the wedding of Lily Moreton and Harry
Penryth