The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-03-02

he had taken her at her word, and
one week from that night she
gave him back his ring, he sailed
for India, and she had never seen
him since.
She did not think be would stay
away, bpt in the meanwhile, no
one should ever know she cared
at all so she laughed and talked
more blithely than ever, and grew
prettier every day, until every
one said she never had cared for
him and away off in hot Calcutta,
Jack Rainsford beard it, and his
heart grew hard and bitter.
| A year went by and he did not
come back; then she promised to
marry Philip Dinsmore. After
that she was gayer than ever, un-
til, when the wedding day was
fixed, and the villagers talking of
the grand match, she broke it off
with him. Nobody ever know
why, except Philip Dinsmore. II
be had been less grand and noble
than be was she might have mar
ried him; but looking into those
pure eyes Of his, she ecIld not
take lie Oh her lips. So she told
him with bitter tears how the
| face of her absent lover came be.
tween her and any one else.
Brave Philip Dinsmore! As he
listened, wbiter mad whiter grew
his face but when she had fin
ished, he stopped and kissed the
| sweet red lips for the last time. In
all the world be knew be would
never love another woman as be
! loved Beth Harcourt, and it was a
grander love than she had before.
4 am going to India on bust.
| ness next month, Beth he wrote
to her afterwad, sand if can, /
| will Jack Rainsford.' .-.
So he sailed away-and the ship
| was lost, and Philip Dinsmore
never reached Jack Rainsford.
After that Elizabeth Harcourt
was never the same; and as
the years rolled on, she was left
alone with her faithful servants
in the old stone house. Some
body said that Mr.. Rainsford mar
ried thu daughter Of rich mer-
chant, but be never came back.
Something had gone from her life
with each year, and now, at forty,
the very last thing had come, and
the old home was to 60.
No wonder, cn that winter
morning Elizabeth Harcourt was
in despair She had had so much
to boar! From the night that
Jack Rainsford left her in anger
she had never really been happy
again. That hot temper her mo-
ther bad warned her against-ab |!
it had been cooled since then.
No one who saw her bending
quietly over the sick bed in the
poorest cottage would guess that
beneath that calm face there had
ever been anything but peace.
| Now she lay with wide open
eyes, thinking of the past, and in
her ears were ringing old Nurse
| Blackitt's words Of her: She will
take an awful site ofsoberin'.'
| Just then there came knock
at the door, and EIspeth's voice,
saying
Miss Elizabeth, there is a
strange gentleman down stairs
who wished to SEQ you for few
minutes. he looks as if be was
from London
The lawyer from London Miss
Harcourt's heart gave a quick
throb as she arose and mechari-
cally glanced at the little narrow
glass between the windows. There
was a red spot burning on each
cheek, and the brown hair had
lost its smooth, satin appearance !;
but she did Dot notice that to-day,
but passed quickly down to the
cool, dark room below.
The stranger rose and bowed as
she entered, tall man with gray
hair and a swarthy skin.
| Your letter came this morning.
began Miss Elizabeth, nervously.
II am afraid the house will have
to 60 for the mortgage
| My letter said the stranger.
i think there must be some mis-
take
4 beg your PARDON Miss Har-
court said, but are you not from
iLondonT
The stranger took step for
ward.