Daily Republican., 1883-07-02
A WOMAN sCORNED.
by ALFRED YOUNGE.

Nor hell fury ike woman Scorheu.
Little Lila Avery lowered the novel to
her lap and fell into brown study over
the above quotation, which met her
pretty blue eyes for the first time.
"N'hat a grand, and yet whata a dread
full thought !" abe mentally calculated ;
"and upon my soul, do believe it's
true!'
She paused and glared as vengefully
at the big gray cat upon the hearthrug
rs it was possible for one with her dain-
ty, flower-like face to glare.
"Yes!" she supplemented, with the
air Of a veritable tragedy queen. 81
do declare if Bert were ever faithless to
me, my love would turn to hatred, and
being sc0rned should he transformed
into fury
1t would have been as good as a play
had anyone chanced to Overhear her re-
marks and seen her then. She was a
perfect rosebud Of a girl, plump as a
robin, gay as sunbeam, and the very
last being in creation to assume high
tragedy airs.
Such lips as hers we're made for Ca
resses not bitter words; you might I'M
agine her slender fingers welding an
embroidery needle, never dagger.
The look upon her pretty face just
then was comical in 'he extreme.
She laid her book down and started
10 her feet SO violently that the cat
sprang up, bent her tail and darted
from the room in the widest dismay,
Such a bathos as this quite unnerved
little Miss Ida.
She felt strangely hystercal, and
threw herself upon the sofa with sob
bing laugh.
"Oh, dear |" she cried, do wish
Bert would leave that ha eful city and
live nearer ms. I'm sure the
girls he sees every day are ever so
much prettier than ! am. He himself
owns that they are tremendously chic,
whatever that horrid word may mean.
He's such handsome fellow, Pm sure
they try to tlirt with him ard if they
do tlirt, know he tlirts back Oh, dear
me, sometimes seems as ifI wanted
to die and end all this misery -
She tried hard to cry, but the tears
refused to come she was too sensible
a girl not to know that the situation was
utterly ridiculous.
The only cross that had ever CALLED
her dainty shoulders, the only cloud
which had Swallowed her happy life,
was the thought that Bert Hastings was
a clerk in the brilliant, "hatefup' city
of New York.
She loved him to distraction, and she
knew that he returned every whit of
her affection but so long as he was out
of her sight she doubted him.
Silly little Ida How insignificant
will this borrowed trouble seem when
compared with the great ones that must
accumulate sooner or later.
In the midst of her excitement, her
friend Minnie Stevens sailed in upon
her for an afternoon chat.
Her friend? Yes, as far as friend
ship among girls goes. They were on
kissing terms, of course; but Minnie
never forgot that Bert Hastings had
fancied her before ever he saw Ida.
However, they kissed as a robin
pecks cherry, and sat down side by
side on the sofa.
"My DEAR" began Minnie, with the
air of one who has information of i'm.
portance to impart, have you seen the
widow %
"The unknown lady who has taken
the Fairview Mansion for the sum.
mer."
eyes, the fair New Yorker. Have
you seen her."
No, have you?"
81 should say had! Heaven, such
gorgeousness p
What is she like? %
81 didn't see her face, that was close.
ly veiled. OF course she has one of
those lovely city compilations to pro.
tech. But such dress. Black velvet,
perfectly covered with bugled passe
menterie, hat composed entirely OF
magnificent black ostrich plumes, Sarah
Bernhardt gloves up to her elbows, and
a carriage-wrap embroidered in gold
braid ~
Goodness me p
" Humph you may well say tha+,
my dear -
And Miss Minnie glanced pityingly
at her companion.
"What do you mean, Minnie?"
"Ida-"
Well?"
Are your nerves steady? Can you
bear a terrible surprise? But there,
you'll have to bear it sooner or later, SO
| may as well tell you. | have just
been out walking, and met the fair wild
ow in the splendid phnton she brought
from town with her, and who do you
suppose was driving"
'I haven't the faintest idea"
ebert Hastings!'
81 don't believe you" ~
Miss Minnie shrugged her shapely
shoulders, and smiled sorrowfully.
81 feared you'd take it hard" she
said, "but it's mons the less true
They whirled down the river road just
~ l came along. | suppose they've
gone to the pavilion for an uninterrupt-
ed tete-a-tete
Ida did not cry out nor faint Her
eyes seemed dazzled by imaginary let
tiers of fire which bore the legend
Heaven has no rage like love to ha-
tired turned,
Nor hell Il fury like a woman seorn-
ed"
She sprang to her feet, and snatched
up her shade hat.
=" lda," cried Minnie, catching at the
hounee of the lutterng muslin dress,
" Ida, where are you going 2"
"ro the pavilion. Let me go! Don't
dare to touch met
X 4 X \ 4 u
TIE pavilion was a romantic little
kiosk, which hung like a kingtishers
nest above the swirling current of the
picturesque river.
All about, stately pines reared their
plumed heads, which the sunshine only
penetrated in golden lances, while the
moonlight--but thank Heaven, it was
not moonlight That would have been
too much.
As vengeful Ida glided down the
fragrant alice, she saw the dainty phn-
ton standing tenantless before the closed
door of the pavilion.
She f neied the lovers within locked
in mad embrace.
Her muscles turned to steel and she
sped on ward,