Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-10-25

never behold the face of lie again, than listen
to Col. Angiesezw
aOdslitei Odalite, my child You are
taking to your mother. Come to nv heart
again, and calm your excitement" said the
lady, holding out her arms.
And the young girl fell weeping upon the
bosom OF her mother.
The lady allowed some time to pass in
which the girls paroxysu OF tears exhausted
itself, aud then caressins her gently, she be-
gan, In a soothing tone:
any precious child, do you doubt your
mothers love or truth?"
@0b, no, no, mol How could Won ask such
question of your own child, mother?'' earn
estly protested Odalite.
"Do you doubt that duty is to be held above
all other considerations"
R"Noi Oh, mop
"Well, then, have something TO tell Won.
my darling, which will make you forget ali
selfish aims, and even also the wishes of
your old playmate. Come with me to your
own bed-chamber, where we shall be most
secure from all interruption. / will tell you
of fatal episode in my own youth, when
was younger even than you are now. Oh, that
/ should have to tell such q tale to my dsugh-
teri But, Odalite, when you have heard it
YOU will learn just what you have to do in
order to save us all, and especially to save
your noble, generous, honorable father from
ruin and disgrace. And then, Odslite, when
you have learned all, you shall do exactly as
YOU please. Not one word of coercion, not
another word of persuasion will utter. l
will leave our fate in your hands, and you
shall be absolutely free TO act. Come with
me now"
She took her daughters arm and they arose
| from the sofa.
For moment they stood, quite accidental
| ly, facing a tall mirror between two windows
on the opposite side of the room, and that
mirror for the moment reflected two beauti-
! full forms, of which it would be difficult to
decide which should bear of the palm for
beauty.
The elder lady, Elfrida Force-wife of
Abel Force, the owner OF Mondreer, one of
| the finest old places on the western shore Of
| Maryland-was 4 tall, stately blonde, with
| superbIy rounded form, a rich complexion,
| and an afiuence of golden brown hair, rip.
ping all over her fine head, and gathered
| into q macs at the nspe of her graceful neck.
| Soc wore an Inexpensive, closely fitting dress
| of dark blue serge, whose very plaiuness
| set OFF the pr-fecsiou- of her gure and en-
| HANGED the brilliancy OF her complexion,
| showing to the best advantage that splendid
| beauty, which, al the age Of thirty five, had
| reached it zenith. Just now, however, the
| vivid brightness of her bloom had faded
| to /. pale rose tint, and her lovely blue
| eyes seemed heavy with unshed tears.
| Her Young daughter, Odslile, equally
/ beautiful in her way, was yet of an entirely
| opposite type. She was of medium hight,
/ and her form, though well rounded, was
| slender almost to fragility. Her head was
small and covered with fne suit OF ripping
| let black hair, which she wore careessly,
partly in a black net, partly escaping down
/ the shoulders. Her eyes and eyebrows were
| black as Jet; her features were delicate and
| regular, and her complexion was of a clear
| ivory white. She wore a crimson merino
| dress, plainly made, closely fitting, and re-
| lieved only by narrow white rufaes at throat
| and wrists.
Only for a moment they paused, and then
| they walked out of the room, and the pretty
| picture disappeared.
They went 70 Oda ties chamber, where, in
| privacy, the proud lady could tell the daugh-
| ter HER MOTHERS SECREr-a secret 30 Ter
rible that she believed it would compel the
| poor girl to give up her young dream of
| happiness with her chosen lover, Leonidas
| Force, whom she idolized, and accept life
| of misery as the wife of Col. Angus An
| glesea, a hesrtless adventurer, whom she
| loaihed. The above We publish as a speei-
men chapter; but the combustion of this
| story will be found only in the n. Y. Ledger.
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