Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-04-25

had never come. In time both girls had
married; either marriage had been one of
social expediency. Lydia. now Mrs. De
Peysfer. vigilanily unforgetful. had grown
to hold superstitious belief in the COM
ing Of the day and hour which should see
the qualification of her vengeance. As it
was, calamity seemed TO rebound. from the
cheerful temperament of Anne Grosvenor.
Her husbands death left behind it no in
consolable pangs. and subsequently the
loss Of her son and only child. who died
but few years after his marriage. pierced
her with but temporary sorrow. Young
Pauline became an orphan before she
reached her fifteenth year. and from that
time dwelt with Mrs. Grosvenor as an in
eessant companion
To the mind of old Mrs. De Peyster,
amid these latter days. n foreshadowing
seemed to be manifest of the special
means fate would employ for the dealing
OF its retaliatory blow. This implacable
woman. with her long-nurtured hate. told
herself that the appointed time was near
ut hand. Intense as Il mOnomana. her
ife-swaying idea had now grown suffused
with the certainly of its own near accom-
plishment. The fiercely sinister zeal grew
hotter beneath her dull, chilly demeanor.
1t was the ghasily reverse of religious
intoxication. She believed herself but the
keen-sharpencd instrument toward which
desliny's hand was irreversibly reaching
GU.
Pauline Grosvenor was her grand
mothers idol. For the first time in her life
Mrs. Grosvenor had known "A passionately
linselfish love 1T is there Mrs. DE
Peysier unused. that my chance will lie"
Her visits upon Mrs. Grosvenor were
doubled in frequency. '.She is beginning
tn haunt It's like wronged ghost" said
Pauline to her grandmother. And then
how she stares at me with those lifeless
dark eyes, Why do you always send for
me To appear when she comes? think |
she reduces the temperature of the room
| shall wear a shawl the next time talk !
with ler"
"sh. always asks TO see you, nowadays"
said Mrs. Grosvenor. ''She has taken a
liking to YOU"
Pauline tossed her beautiful auburn head.
which rose from figure of lovely, robust |
symmetry. Il could manage her dislike
m IRE comfortably" she said, in light
tones.
Sometimes Mrs. De Peyster would pace
The great bare rooms of her dwelling. and
wonder, in gloomy dumbness. when The
appointed time would arrive. She felt. in
her blind fanatic ecstasy, that somehow
before her own death she was to see Anne
Grosvenor suffer horribly through her
adlored gr:,ndrhld She did not consider
the improbabiiIies of her being ever en-
powered 10 bring about such disaster.
With unquestonirg trust in what she had
for years doleiully formulated amid her
own thoughts rs The Justice of Heaven"
she set all her hopes upon the silent.
stealthv development of events.
II her life was wholly without any save
single morbid interest, it contained at
least one occasional pasiime. She was
not Il frequent buyer of pictures, for her
taste in art WAS from instinct admirably
shrewd. and she saw little in our transat
lantic galleries that gratified it. Now and
then she would make II purchase. however,
and she was fond of inspecting nearly all
the collections designed for public sale.
One afternoon her meagre, black clad fig
.lrr was moving about the apartment of
Il rather noted auctoneer. when it sudden
" paused before small child's head.
painted with much freedom and a touch
or two of crudeness. She visibly started
rs she read the name traced in one corner
of the picture. That name was Morris
Lindley. The name of the man she had
once worshipedi
Tumultrous recollections assailed her
rs she gazed upon that carelessly-limned
signature. In Il moment she understood |
what for long Years she had not before |
realized: that her doggr,l ardor of hatred
had taken is best vitality from the old
love that, however altered and crystallized
by regret, still somehow remained within
her soul. A little later she made certain
inquiries. which resulted in the discovery
that Morris Lindley occupied Il studio in a
rather shabby neighborhood not far away.
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