The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-02-22
TRI-WEEKLY. EDITION.
ing, and showing her pretty white toeth

ing, and showing her pretty white toetl
and her dimples.
yes, it's nee, sure enough"
II wanted your cream cake reoi pc
dear, and there seemed good cha n
TOR me to get away for an hour or 80, 81
L thought I'd run over myself after it
FRANKS very fondkof cream.c cake ; h.
won't get much Of it either, poor fel
low."
Lulu was copying her recipe, bu
Mrs. Harrls's keen eyes did not fail t,
see the little tlusb of color that surge,
up to the girls forehead at mention O
Frank Merivale's name.
"How's that ?" Mrs Carroll inquired
tnterestedly.
"Why, didn't you know he was goina
back to town next Tuesday ? They dom
ever have any such cream m-cake there
you don't suppose ?"
| Lulu folded the neat little paper ur
and handed it to Mrs. Harris, WHO pui
1t carefully away in her pocket. -
eyes, Franks going back to the o;ty
this week, and don't suppose we shall
see much OF HIM after THY"
u,
pretty shoulders.
Zone would think Mr.. Merrivale was
gong to emigrate to the South Sea Is.
| lands" she answered,
"Ho might almost as we'll be goinR
there for all the nearness to town will
do u.s."
The air OF mystery about tho old lady
was having a most electric effect.
"Do tell, Mrs. Harris" Mrs. Carroll
said, laying her groy yarn stocking
down.
"if you'll both keep it q dead secret
I'll tell you.
franks going to be married."
A momentary silence followed, only
broken by the tick-tack Of the eie eht- day
CLOCK IN the corner, and the silvery lit
tie click OF grandma Harris's needles.
Then, although Lulu fclt that her
very pulses seemed stopping, that for
her the sunlight was for evor to be
gloomlest shade, she managed to utter q
strange weird little laugh.
"You don't say Frank is going to be
married ?
"That is indeed news.
''Iell him 1 congratulate him."
Mrs. Harris peeped innocently over
her glasses ut tho sweet pale face,
just so felt, Lulu-you and Frank
had been such good friends-and that's
why think you ought to be told first.
'Sakes alive
''It really can't be four O'Clock al
reatiy-and me with n mile and half to
walk, and ashort-cake to make for ten. 1"
And the little old laday bustled off.
while Lulu put on her red aud brown
blanket shawl md her little Derby hat
With tho "=a1loL "ias @iiu iuSneQ out III
to the crisp n ovember somewhere,
anywhere to be all by herself, wlereshe
could try to renllze all the sudden m
gulsh and confusion that had come
upon her.
1t cannot be
"Frank Merrivale to be married-oh.
it can't be true !"
And as she walked slowly through
the apple orchard, rustling the fallen
leaves as she tralied thI Iough them, the
big tears ran thick and fast from her
sad eyes.
Frank Mcrrivale lost to her-and-
she loYed linn 20
She had been 80 sure of him, 80 sure
by when she condescended to cease her
coquetries upon him she could whistle
him buck to her feet.
10 be married !
With his handsome face, his pleading
voice, his passionate eyes-and not to
her.
With heart-breaking little sob she
leaned her face Oh her hands, and cried
as only woman can cry when she real. .
,trc hn,, -.
and that all through her own fault.
When she heard rapid footsteps COM
ing up the same barrow path by which
sho WIS going down through the Or
cnard-lootsteps she knew 80 we'll. that
thrilled her with Jealous pain, Ior she
recognized them before she had the
cournRe TO lift her face, all tear.stalned,
flush and wlstlul, yet prettler than ever
to frank MerriYule, as he passed her
with only smile on his iuce as he
courteously, yet coldly, raised his hat
to her-nhd was passing on.
For just ono second 1t seemed to her
that her temples, her throat, oil her
pulses would burst, with tho conoen-
trated agony Of the mon ent should
she--dare she
frank T. she ssid, scarcely above
her breath, in strangely umid pitifu!
way.
lie turned instantly.
''Did you speak p
''Irank | Is it true ?"
''True? Is what truo, Lulu ?"
She trembled perceptibly.
Don't hesitate to toll me-don't put
off tho news-I know deserve to be
punished so--but-you might have
known it was 1 who loved you better
thun'any other girl could.
"Oh, rrank-l know it is dreadful
for mo to speak so-but L must--I shall
die If l think you don't know how much
L love you--even If yoI don't want mo.
he looked astonlshed.
Il dou't understand you, Lulu"
Her lovely eyes flashed him piteous,
reproachful glance.
.'Frank r-bitterly--"don't seek
refuge behind pretenco of ignorance.
81 know, and you know, what mean,
but" and she begnn to sob in a wholly
unheroine-like manner, "you might
have known how much loved YOU"
And then, Franks eyes suddenly be-
gan to shine with glad glory that had
never been III them before, and he re-
membered what grandma Harris lad
said to him when he started off,
"Tahe my advice, boy, and if you
| happen to meet Lulu, don't let her think