The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-05-26
NObly Avenged.

his evening paper at the beautiful girl stand.
ing beside the window, whispering to the
canary, that fluttered its gold-colored wings
and reached its bill for the lump of sugar
she held for it..
"Maud, what was that young fellows
name who was down at Milton's Hotel last
sun,mcr--that handsome young chap that
used to come up here of evenings aud
sng2"
Maud felt little warm flush on her face,
and was conscious of a curious little un-
stcadlncss IN her voice as she met the old
gentlemans eyes.
''NIalcolm Carlyon," she answered. and
it seemed that her voice caressed the name
as only woman's voice can caress the
name of the belovcd-whic a brighter, more
conscious flush warmed her checks.
"Yes-N1alcolm Carlyonl l thought I
recognized the name. He's married,
sce."
And, as if Death had suddenly laid his
cold hand on her, the lovely flush faded
sharply, leaving her as white as ever sho
would be when that icy touch should come
~-' 'Married7 Married. 1t can't be true,
1t must be some other Carlyon 7"
She reached out for the paper, her sur &.
prise, her dlsmay, in her eyes; but 1t was
very plainly recorded -"Malcolm
Carlyon, of Forest Dale, to Emile Rose
Lynton, daughter of James Pitt Lynton,
Esquire, of the Laurels, Bristol-and she
had heard him speak of BIiss Lynton many
a time.
Well, 1t was the first keen sorrow of the
girls Ii iIe, and she laid the paper down, and
went up to her room alone, and crlad and
sobbcd, and wrlthcd with this crully muir
dcred love, that was the very first love her
girl heart had ever known--that was no
less pain to her to endure that Malcolm
Caryon had not in SO many words told her
he loved her.
For. in hundred ways, he had shown
her that she was dearest to him, and she
had for all her maidenly modesty-not
entirely hidden her sweet preference from
him. And he had gone away, leaving such
beautiful hopes III her heart, and now
He was marrlcd
up III hor room she had her first fight
with her fate; and when, an hour or two
later, she came down into tho parIor again,
she had siienccd, conquered it--and Lau.
renee dlyn, stepping forward to meet her,
thought he had never seen her look so fair,
and sweet, and subdued.
VI am so glad to find you at home and
looking more charming than ever, Miss
Tudor, though your cheek has lost its
roses.''
'Pale9 Am II think not. Perhaps
my dress makes me appear 80. | never
liked myself III any shade of gray"
He linked her arm Familiarity through
his. They had been friends for years
this rich, handsome mau, who was twice
Maud's age, but who, for all his wealth, had
never touched the girls heart.
"And like you in anything, my dear
Maud. have come to you tonight pur-
posely to ask you to be my wife My dar-
ling, am to have that great, undoservcd
happinesss Can you love mo, little one,
with the first, the pure love of your girlish
heart" She drew quick little breath,
then dropped her lovely eyes.
II cannot see, why you want me, Lau-
renee; but if-you do"
And month afterwards, when they
stood OF the altar, Laurence Glyn knew
nothing, suspected nothing OF the ashes
piled on the grave of the buried love in his
wifcs heart-the love for Malcolm Carlyon
that had faded into cool, white ashes.
'But can never forget him." Mrs. Lau-
renee GlYr said to her own heart-"I can
never forget, and will never forgive him
My turn will come"
Year ':scr still. Mrs. Malcolm Carlyon,
leaning on her husbands arm, asked him
who the elegant distinguished lady was,
In blact velvet and satin, anu diamonds, to
whom General Howard was talklng
Ard On this his first social entertainment
since his rcturn from abroad with his wife,
Malcolm Carlyon looked on Mrs Glyn's
brilliant, smi e face--thc taco he had
thought faircst, sweetest above all other
faces, and that for few little days he had
almost decided to obtain for his own, at
which to look, at the head of his table.
But, with pretty Maud Tudor, the Car.
lyon table would have been poverty. stricken
comparatively, for years, while Emile
Lya,on had fortune waiting for him 10
spend.
"Who ls she, Malcolm2 How l do dis
like having ltsa2srepeat ques ion, and you
90 act and .sevf go mysteriously."
The sma aspish voice was beginning
to sicken l ryircady. Months ago he had
toid himsG hat cruel wrong he had
done himscnnno Yoking for life to this deli