The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-08-29

The next day was q terrible one to
Nelly.
She did not risk a meeting with her
father at the breakfast table, where he
would have entertained her with extracts
from the papers recounting the horrible
affair In Lombard street.
She had no desire to see 1t in print.
The name OF her hearts love, Frank
Eversleigh, was sacred to her, and she
did not wish to see it desecrated in con-
nection with what she believed false
charge.
Hers was indeed true love.
She had no proof, more than any one
else. that Frank was innocent; bis case
bad not yet been proved; but she felt as
sured, her own pure instinct told her,
that the man she loved would not stain
his hand with blood.
As soon as she woke she left word
With her maid that she was too III to
take breakfast, and dressing herself
quickly she took her way doan to the
beach to a spot where she knew she
could be quiet.
"Oh! il he would only come now"
was her wish; and down deep in her
truthful heart were visions Of flight, of
happy days far away from the reach of
enemies.
But. pure and innocent as she was, she
did not long indulge In dreaming.
She knew that she could not hope to
see him until nighttime and little fancy-
ing that be was already in the Deighbor.
hood, hiding away until be could ap-
proach the house unseen. she gave her.
self to the wearisome task of pa. sing
the time away as quickly as possible no.
til the hour arrived when, II but for q
brief moment, she would be clasped to
her lovers breast once more.
The day passed drearily.
And that was spent entirely out Of
doors, watching out over the restless
sea, dreamily wondering as to the desti-
nation OF the white sailed ships and the
energetic little steamers, waiting anxious.
" for the striking of each hour.
She never stirred TO 60 home until the
darkness began to fall over the ocean
and the shore, and then, just like one
guilty OF crime, she crept to her ia-
theirs cottage.
"Msster has been 30 worried, Mis-" "
said the girl; she thought all.manner--"
"Tell my father" replied Nelly, ",hat
I am far too i'll to speak to any one. Say
that am going to have nv tea up 10
my little room and that then am going
to bed Say also that am too full OF
hope and faith to give him cause for any
anxiety"
How Annie, the servant, gave this
message we need not describe, but at any
rate she made it intelligible in some way
to the Colonel.
"Poor grip be murmured; sshe
sticks TO the rascal still !"
Nelly's bedroom adjoined another
tiny chamber which it was her custom
to call her boudoir.
Looking from the window she could,
10 the daytime see across their large and
well-kept garden to the purple woods
and the village 0f Camerton; but at
night ell was gloomy and dark.
The cottage was built somewhat after
the Swiss style, with corridor running
all round it, approached from the garden
by wide ladder-like staircase.
On this Nelly's rooms opened by q
kind OF French. window, and ir the sum.
mer davs or evenings it was very pleas
ant to draw iounge-chair out upon the
'errace and read or dozingly regard the
pleasant country.
On tais night oil was closed up.
Nelly bade her maid "good night
about seven, sent her love 10 her father
and said she was going to sit up writing
letters.
The girl was it state of intense agi
tation and ss tie hands Of her watch
which she kept before her on the table
pointed I'd the hour of eight she went tt
her door and, opening it, listened.