Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-02-23
FLORA HARTON'S REVENGE.

FLORA HARIONS REVENGE.
"Flora, what was the name Of that
young city exquisite who was laid up
here last summer with n sprained
anklep DO you rememberY
Uncle Rslph spoke carelessly, and
without observing the deep crimson
flush that spread itself over Flora's
olive cheek.
"Guy Hayeuham," she answered,
the very words seeming 90 catch n
deep-toned MUSIC from her accents as
she slowly spoke the syllables.
III thought So" Uncle Ralph an.
swered. 81 knew II was some sort of
an outlandish namer
"Why did you askY7 Flora ques.
toned.
"IIe's married-that's ALL"
"Marriedr Flora ITartOn was pale
enough now. Married, Uncle Ralph 7
u isn't possibleT
81 don't see why II should not be pos
sible," answered Uncle Ralph dryly.
at all events, here II is In the paper
On wednesday. December 9. at 81. An
tOninus' Church. New York, Guy H4-
venham to Mary Alicia, only daughter
Of the la'e Parker Forbes. Esq"
lie tossed the paper toward his niece.
with the vague impression that all wO-
men liked to read marriage notices,
and went out Of the room. Flora took
II up. and perused the brief lines over
and over again. with wild troubled
eyes. like one who gazes through the
misty IhmtasmayoriG of feverCd
dream.
When Flora Harton returned from
her walk that afternoon, with the red
sun sinking behind the snow-fringed
woods, and the air full OF chill frosty
freshness, she had wrestled with her
fate and conquered il.
elbow pale you are, FlOral' said
Bruce Osborne. tall. handsome young
man who was sitting i'm the keeping
ROOM apparently waiting for her
hOmeward return, and who rose to
greet her with n smile so bright that il
illumined his whole face.
"Palel am II"
Flora looked strangely lovely while
she stood there. And as Bruce looked
Mt her, the purpose that had long
been slowly forming itself in his mind
became u convictiOn-he would woo
and win this woman TO become his
wife.
Aud when he stood at the altar, with
Flora IIartOn by his side. he knew
nothing Of the old love for Guy Ia
venham which had smOuldered itself
away 10 ashes In her heart. No; that
was FlOra's own secret, but she was
not n woman who was likely to forget.
81 will live TO be revenged upon Guy
Havenham yet" was the all-engrossing
reflection Of her heart, even as she took
upon herself the hallOwed vows which
made ner the wife OF another man.
Mrs. Bruce Osborne was the belle of
the season the next winter in New
York. and when Guy IIavenham re-
turned from his European wedding
trip. with his fair fiaxen haired little
wife hanging like magnificent doll
upon his arm. he felt n curious thrill
somewhere about the regions Of his
heart. "a he was presented by some
queen Of fashion 20 the reigning star
ave are old friends" she said, with
out the slightest indication OF any emo
tion whatsoever.
"She has forgotten all about It,"
thought Guy Havenham.
But he never made a greater mistake
In his hfe7 Twenty years went by.
and still Flora Osborne did not forget
"Mamma. what shall wear 10 night :
My white dress. with the wreath of
wild ferns. and the pearl necklaceY"
Mrs. Bruce Osborne looked up from
her book, with a mothers smile of
proud fOndness at the little fairy who
had danced into the room where she
was reading.
The white. dear. IL you like. Juan
ita," she answered. white becomes
you-you are like lily in white"
Juanita came close To- her mother.
and stole one arm caressingly about
Mrs. Osborne's fair. matronFy neck.
MAMMA" she whispered, "I have
something 10 tell you"
What Is Il, cara mfdF'
-He loves me-George Havenham." I"
Mrs. OsbOrne's eyes sparkled with
strange. sudden Gre.
"liow do you know it?"
"He told me so last night"
himY
What could l say. mammap !
made him no answer. for had prom
ised you"
THAT was right, Juanita." almost
pan. ed Mrs. Osborne, with the red
lights coming and going itfully on her
cheek, shat was right. my love. INV
precious darling. He is coming For
his answerY'
Yes, mamma tonight"
Tell him nor
Mamma"
"spurn his love away from you scorr
1t as you would broken TOW: show n,
mercy upon his heart but break 4, rutb
lesslyl Oh, Juanita, for twenty lon,
years have Ilived upon the hope Of this