The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-09-22

of sight. and the vehicle in which he
was seated lost among the crowd of
carriages of the same DESCRIPTION, rat
Ting up and down the busting street
Never mind, my dear Ellinor, F" said
her aunt, as Ellinor, letting down the
carriage window, looked eagerly out;
''if YOU are not mistaken in the face of
the person who passed us, and it really
is Horace Margrave, he Is sure TO call
on us Immediately"
Mistaken in my guardian $ face! No,
indeed. But of course he will call, as
you say, aunt. y
Yes; he will call this evening, most
likely. He knows how seldom | 60
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"What can have brought him to
Paris?" thought Ellinor. Il knew he
would rather shun me than seek me
out; for, since the GOODNESS between me
and my husband, he has always seemed
to avoid me; so can have nothing to
do with this visit. But surely he will
call this evening"
All that evening and all the next
morning she constantly expected to
hear the lawyers name announced. but
still he did not come. "He had i'm
portant business to transact yesterday,
perhaps she thought, land he may be
employed this morning; but in the
evening he is sure to call.
After dinner she sat by the low wood
fire in her aunt's little drawing-room,
turning over the leaves of book which
she had vainly endeavored to read, and
looking every moment at the tiny buhl
clock over the chimney; but the evening
slowly dragged itself through, and still
no Horace Margrave. She expected
him on the following day, but again
only to be disappointed; and in this
manner the week passed, without her
hearing any tidings of him
"He must have left PARISH she
thought; " left Paris without once call
ing here to see me. Nothing could
better testify his utter indifference, :"
she added, bitterly. ut was no doubt
only for my father sake that he ever
pretended any interest in the friendless
orphan girl.
The following week Ellinor went with
her aunt once or twice to the opera, and
to two or three reunions in the Eau
bourg, at which her handsome face and
elegant manners made some sensation;
but still no Horace Margrave! IL he
had been in Paris, we should have seen
him, most likely, at the opera" thought
Ellinor.
That week elapsed, and on the Sun
day evening Ellinor Dalton sat alone in
her own room, writing packet of let
tiers to some friends in England, when
she was interrupted by summons from
her aunt. Some one wanted her in the
drawing-room Immediately.
Some one in the drawing-room. who
wanted to see her? Could it be hel
| guardian ut last?
"A lady or a gentleman she asked
of the servant who brought her aunt
message.
"A lady--a Sister of Mercy"
She hurried into the drawing room,
and found, as the servant had told her,
a Sister of Mercy in conversation with
| her aunt.
My dear Ellinor, this lady wishes
! you to accompany her on visit to a Sicb
person; person whom you know, but
whose name she is forbidden to reveal
What can this mystery mean"
"A sick person, who wishes to sec
me?n said Ellnar. but / know ST
few people in Paris; no one likely tC
send for me.
''If you can trust me, madame" sad
the Sister OF Mercy, land if you vii
accompany me on my-viSit to this per,
son, | believe your presence Will be Of
great service. The mind OF the invalid
IS. | regret to say, in a very diSturba
state, and you only. imagine, will h
able, under Heaven and the church tC
give relief to that
Il will come" said Mrs. Dalton.
But, Ellinor exclaimed her auat
anXiouSly.
IF can be Of an, service. my isca
aunt, it would be most criel, most roa
ardly to refuse to 90.
"But, my dear chid, when yaH =
not know the person to whom you ar
going
g" will trust this lady" answere
Ellinor, land l viii go. l will throw o
my bonnet and shawl, and Join YOU
madame" she added to the Sister O
Mercy, as she hurried from the apar
ment
when these girls once get married
there no managing them," murmure
Ellinor's aunt, as she folded her thi
white hands, bedecked with a gres
many old-fashioned rings, resignedly
( one over the other. pray do not Il
them detain her long" she continue
aloud, to the Sister of Mercy, who ST
| looking gravely into the few embers
! the little English CRATE. 81 shall SUITE
the most eycruciating anxiety till sc
her safe home again.
d" She will be perfectly safe with MI
madame
Now, madame, am quite at Vol
service. said Ellinor, re-entering.
In few moments they were seate
in a hackney coach, and rattlin
through the quiet Faubourg.
Are we going far?' asked Ellint
of her companion,
ITO Meurice's Hotel. -
ITO Meurice's? Then the person
am going to see is not a resident
PariS?'
No, madame"
Who could it beP Not resident
Paris Some one from England, L
doubt. Who could it be? Her husband
or Horace Margrave? These were ii
only two persons who presented then
selves to her mind, but in either cas-
7 why this mystery!
They reached the hotel, and IL
Sister of Mercy herself led the. wa
I up stairs into an inclosed hall on Il
/ third story, where she stopped suddel
{ ly at the door of small sitting-roor
| which she entered, followed by Ellino
/ Two gentlemen, evidently physician
stood talking in whispers in the Ell
brasure of the window. One of the