The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1882-05-25

thought bitterly, he may like ne but he
will marry her. viii be love herr I
throw myself on the soft, cold grass,
hiding my face with my hands, and try
ing TO shut out the pain, sorrow and the
shame, needless OF the time and the
passing hours. o. y ~ -T'' +
4 Suddenly hand was placed on mine
and I started up. AS I did SO my chain
caught, the links broke and my locket
fell open at Horace's feet. Before
closing and returning il he said: "May
II" and, looking at the portrait, re-
marked: "Your fathers likeness ~
/ shook my head, and, pointing to the
pearl ring wore, said bravely: "No II
am engaged"
Engaged ~ His voice was husky.
Then you have been amusing yourself
flirting to keep your hand inf" And
without another word, but with the
most hopeless expression ! ever saw, he
threw the locket down and left me.
tottered to my feet. I was avenged
--he would despise me as firt, but he
could not accuse me Of giving my love
unasked, or forcing It upon q man who
was not free. II he were engaged, why,
30 was ]. We were quits. III
With trembling hands / drew off the
fatal ring, and going TO my room laid it
with the locket and addressed the parcel
to the Rev. Robert Duncombe, and
straightway wrote and asked for my
freedom. I could bear the thrall no
more. I must be free. wrote kindly,
feeling dimly the pain I was. inficting
but at all risks I must be free. / -s
Horace was staying at Dinan. The
Baroness de Pontiac and her daughter
had arrived and called on Nine. d'Har.
court OF course, on Horace's return
he would be dancing attendance upon
his fiancee. ~ e43t 9 ~ Z
Robert had written. I was too de.
pressed to feel wornied ut the tone o.
his reply, or might have resented his
agreeing with me ON the desirability d
breaking of the engagement Ina post.
sSaps n9 suueu .,iat ne nha tne promise
ol tne vicarage oil Capel-le-Ferne and it,
fl 500 year, and / came TO the con
illusion that his joy at his worldly ad
vancement had taken away the sting
from his hearts adyersity. 1 was thank
,ai n .na. y was 50. Inc morning wa
,es u,eA anu s pr,sn., ana = SWIM IN the sei
~ 'T9nP.ins remedy 20 drown aul
S, my, % ! sIloIea down ieisureiy TO the
s eaS was laee ane wnen emerged
moss;n;Dc nU% NY ;s,as' Dsoane louna Q crowd Q
e.os'pns iuiors u possession Oh every
cnair and available seat. Not nook O
corner put was niied with gay couples
wornng, chatterng, smoking and INV
onng.
Classically draped in my white wrap
per, my hair piled up on high, undisfig
ured with the oilskin caplthe Frenclryla
dies affected, l hurriedly walked througl
the critcizing audience, and, leaving
my mantle In Perrine's care, Vas sool
disportng myself in the crisp, sum,
~ ~waees aver longer SWIM 'nen usua
waaed out 9 9rppmg Niooe 4 locke
l1r lerrine ana my Wrapper-m VAN
sue was nowneie 70 DC seem Aiter
momen.ary my nesitauon prepared 70 rul
.ne gan.iet OF tne assembled muintnd
ana make quick'ru AZ my sneiterin
capane'
with o sudden inspiration, unloo'
ened my long hair and let Its shining
golden glory faii around my costume
thereby trying TO feei little less ab,ec
and 80 made my way through IN
'mop, rs l spiteinlly called the ionnt
ers surrounding ,he capanes' MIN
numerous sense OF nqmlnauon ana nan
ing cneeks, 1 saw horace N hveiy Col
versanon with Parisian eiegante, e'
actiy In iront Oh my maven Oh refuge.
made rantc dart az the canvas dool
70 pe g,eeteo wltn tne signt on an u
mistasapie par Oh many poots.
turned and fied.oh, miserte in m
Go,usion .ns @ . m nAa iorgo..Jn IN sne sunua %
t mus. lass snein, snsuse,y "onuyilns
Deaon quo'.o eApe0''u ino W SONNY"
edge Horace. prepared for another das
when lady obiigingly pointed out
canvas tent with polite "c'est u
I,aden'ofse!te,' and rushed to hide N
blushes under the friendly canvas. 2
my return, Bonne-maman told me 81
expected the Baroness de Pontiac and HI
daughter and Horace.
Although I was brokenhearted, vani'
was not dead determined 70 look N
best gathered my hair In a knot, an
placed among the wavy fringe OF cur
some gorgeous crimson tinnias' Ina
feared . rebuke from Bonne.maman I