Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1883-09-08

her with whose shadow we became
acquainted last night. She bat
spoken rightly the sorrows of life
had swept first youth out OF thu
sweet face. But something better
than outward beauty or mere youth
is plainly visible in the dark orbs oil
vision or is hid away in the quiet
grave, gentle mouth. The face
which shows decided signs of suffer
ing, is too thin for beauty the
physique too thin also, and if we
were to make a note of her charms
many other imperfections would be-
come patent, but by those who knew
| her-who knew the wonderful love
and sympathy of the dark eyes, the
constant charm of the sweet voice
Hazel Tregallas was always pro-
| nounced beautiful. The morning
sun came stealing into the little sit'
ting-room, and enriched the bright
colors of the red roses, and seemed
to bringa faint blush to the some
what delicate beauty Of the white
ones, and Mrs. Tregallas lifting her
head with a tender, joyful smile, her
hands full of sweet forget me- nots
murmured, as she arose and placed
them in large blue vase on the
mantle.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines
on"
The opening of the door leading
to the dinner room somewhat dis
turbed her thoughts, and she turned
sharply on seeing Lowery standing
standing in the doorway.
"What do you want 20 she asked.
There is someone to see you, Ma
dam. I told him that it was most
inconvenient, but he would not be
put off, and says that he will detain
you only for a few moments, and
that he must see you this morning."
"What is the gentleman's name 20
"He didn't give me any-only said
that his business was of such impor.
lance, that he could not leave a
written message iIlH
''Invite him in here" said Mrs.
Tregallas, turning to her flowers.
A few moments afterwards and
the door was again pushed open and
man, seemingly past forty entered
the room. In very careless way,
Mrs. Tregallas turned around at the
sound of the closing door, that bright
happy smile still on hel face, like the
reflection of the brilliant sunlight
that lighted the room, her slender
white hands full of fower,to enquire
what was the strangers message
But as her eyes rested upon the fig
ure standing so motionless, the SOM
Der eyes fixed on her, the color fled
from cheeks and lips, the sweet
smile vanished, leaving the face
drawn and motionless; the roses fell
unnotcied to her feet, while pierre
ing cry of anguish escaped from her
lips:
George"
Itrequired not his voice to tell
her, as she looked at the distorted
face and bleared eyes, that they were
the same that looked away her heart
many years before. She did not
speak again, did not utter another
cry. Her brain was on fire and her
heart seemed turned into stone as
she stood looking at this ghoul of the
past that had risen up as it were, to
kill with its cold fingers, all her de-
licious and beautiful present. There
she stood, white and motionless, all
her agonized soul looking out of her
eyes-eyes which he who stood fac
ing her found it very hard to gaze
into. 1t was be who first broke the
dreadful silence, taking hand from
his pocket and advancing a step as
he spoke.
Il have come," he went on, "only
because / heard that a report bad
reached you that | was no longer of
this earth. | only learned" flush
ing guiltily, "about you few days
ago, and have journeyed in much
haste, both day and night, to let you
know the facts in the matter.'
He was standing very close to her
now. Seemingly his close proximity
brought back the life to her petrilied
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