The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-01-19

home, but buried herself in the
pages of a new English magazine,
while Mrs. Hillyard trotted off up
and down stairs, on her usual tour
of inspection Of bolts and bars for
the night.
AS she left the room Ina drop
ped the book, and leaned hel head
upon her clenched hands. She
die not hear the hall door open
softly. and close, or see that some
one entered the back drawing.
room from the hall. Her whole
soul was in passionate revolt
against the pain, which (when
one is 80 young, and so unused to
misery seems so utterly impossi-
BILE to bear.
oh, father! father! why did
you die and leave me in bis care l?
she sobbed, aloud, when at last
d.: the relief of tears came. oh, if !
had died with yon or with my
mother If | had never seen
him
'Ina-my little darling Ina!
you will be i'll if you 90 on like
this = said a voice beside ber-a
voice all too deeply, dangerously
dear. Indeed, l thought you
looked very ill at the party, and
I came away directly after you,
to see what was wrong. What ls
1T, dear, tell me!'
The caressing tone, the caress-
ing touch upon ber shoulder,
seemed to drive her wild with
anger, grief and shame.
'Oh, how could you-how can
your she cried, dashing his hand
away, and springiDg to her feet.
How little my poor father and
m other could have known you !
Never to tell me that-it was
cowardly! And now that l know
it, to come to me like this! Oh,
do you think it is right?'
1T would not be, fit might
not be-but it is right! said Mr..
Glenn, incoherently. i was cow.
adly, dear! From the time whom
yon came home from school, I
knew that loved you. But | was
bound and dared not speak. She
(Miss Stearns) soon saw differ
encc in me. She saw you, and
grew jealous and for three
months past our meetings have
been only quarrels and chickering's,
on your accounts, Ina. Tonight
she was angrier than ever. I
could not blame her. You were
SO lovely, dear, in your simple,
pretty baIl-dress /! She told me
that I was free, and that she
would at once marry a wealthy
stock-broker, who had offered
himself to her dozen times over.
Ina, | took my freedom, thanking
God slleotly for my deliverance
from loveless and unhappy mar
riage l come to you to ask
yon instantly to be my wife.
| My whole heart is yours, darling.
What is your answer?'
Ina could not speak. She look
ed at him, her large eyes shining
bright and soft through tears.
Your father and l we're like
brothers, Ina,' Mr.. Glenn con-
tinued, taking her unresisting
hand. He was some ten years
my senior, but we were abroad
some ten years together, and l was
the only one Of his friends who
knew all about his marriage to
your pretty English mother. l
was with him when she died. You
were then only a year old, Ina.
My sister, Mrs. HiIlyard, was then
in England, and by my suggestion
brought you back to America, and
at the little farm you remained
till l sent you to school. Your
| mother trusted you to my care,
although I was only boy in years
and your father gave you to me,
Ina, in his dying hou:. IF you
can love her, Roland, when she
is a woman, let her be your
wife. shall die happy think
ing it may be so,' were al
most his last words. Shall it be
80, darling?'
Mrs. Hillyard, coming back for
Ina q moment later, started back
with a little shrek at the tableau
she saw on opening the door.
But Roland, holding the blush
Ing, smiling, half:weeping Ina
firmly beside him, drew his sister
nearer, whispered the story of the
evening in her ear, and sent her,
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