Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-04-27
For moment he looked at her with

held her IS in a vice.
"Girl!" he said, 81 wish you hat
broken my heart, but you have onl,
blackened It'll L never shall Low,
another woman! / have learned Thu
lesson too well. But you shall pay 70
the ruin you have wrought-mark m,
words! In your hearts coin you shall
pay for it,"
A fear fell upon her. She shranl
from him. A thousand avenues o.
revenge occurred to her, and a blind
ness of terror swept over her. Blu
when she raised her head he was
gone.
Mrs. Stein returned from Paris. A:
the carriage rolled from the pier, she
begged her husband to let down the
window, that she might see the old
familiar streets of her native city-it
was Professor Stein who had married
Grace Clifford!
Though she had been a wife twenty
years, her face was beautiful yet
Mother-love had softened and strength.
ened its harmonious proportions.
81 am so impatient to see Lily !"
she said. ITO think it is year since
l saw my darling's blue eyesp Her
husband smiled.
Just then the carriage was stopped
by crush of vehicles ahead.
"Grace, who is that dark man looking
at you from the crowd?" asked the
professor, suddenly.
She turned, and met the baneful
eyes fixed upon her.
cit is Arteveld, the artist, Do you
not remember him?" she answered.
''He used to come to guardians house
when was girl-indeed, fell in love
with me, and was quite violent when
| refused him. l was afraid of him
for years; but it was verv silly. How
could he hurt me?" complacently.
The carriage moved on.
1t stopped before the palatial city
mansion at last The servant who aG.
mitted the smiling woman stood dumb
with establishment.
"Where is Lily? Where is my daugh.
terP" cried Mrs. Stein.
She ran up the broad stair. A slen.
der, black coffin stood in the elegant
upper room. She stopped, blanched,
gasping.
God help you, Mrs. Stein; but its
dear Lily" sobbed the faithful house
keeper. "Will you hear the whole
story?"
The mother sank down in a DESPAIR
which the good woman mistook for
resignation.
''She was never strong. you know.
frail and tender as a flower; and, when
you were gone, l fancied she pined. /
knew nothing was so precious as her
health, and l set myself to work to
cheer her.
"'Come, Miss Lily said 1, we will
go to the great artists and have a pic
ture of you, just at sixteen, painted
for your mamma as a surprise against
she gets back
"The fancy pleased her, and day by
day we went to Mr.. Arteveld's studio.
He was a handsome, pleasant gentle.
man, who said he used to know YOU
quite well; and, on that account. he
came often to the house to read and
chat with Miss Lily.
perhaps L was to blame. madame /:
but thought no harm-he was so
much older than the child. His
company seemed to brighten her, and
so was glad he came.
"He brought her songs and flowers.
aud, meanwhile, the picture went on.
lovely as her dear self. At last, when
1 saw that sue dressed to please Mr..
Arteveld, and seemed happy only in
his smiles, my heart began to warn
me.
81 cautioned Lily; but she seemed to
take no heed. L was cool to Mr.
Ayteyeld; but he did not notice. at
last L made up my mind to speak with
him-to tell him that Miss Lily Was
left III my care, and was not sure that
you would sanction so intimate friend
for her, thus putting the matter to his
honor.
Lilly had told me that he was to
come that night; but he came very
early, and the servant admitted him to
the parlor where Lily was before /
knew. The first L suspected his hav-
ing arrived was that L heard his voice.
81 came quick through the music.
room, and there 1 stopped, for Mr..
Arteveld was talking fierce and loud.
and Lily was sobbing. L opened the
door and he rushed from the room.
Lily got up, took two steps toward me-
and fell fainting to the floor.
"When she came to she was full of
wild crying and told me what he had
said. 1t seems he had won her TO con-
TESS her innocent heart, and then told
her that he hated her for her mothers
sake. Perhaps you know what that
means more than 1 do, madam. But
the child had got her deathblow. She
wept away her strength and the fever
burned out her life. She was so fIail
she could not bear much, you see."
"The miserable mother staggered to
the coffin, and bent her agonized gaze
upon the meek young face, set round
with myrtle and rosebuds.
This, then," she sobbed, els Arte-
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