The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-10-31
Wednesday, Oct. 81, 1888.
A DOUBLE TREACHERY.
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cHAprER XVII.

threw hlmSefr into q cnalr IN that loose
disjointed fashion which he always adopt
ed when things went wrong with him.
"Good heavensw cried his wife, whom
twenty years Of exaggeration had not YET
hardened; "what is the matter9"
Before answering, the actor, who never
failed to procede his most trivial commu
nications with some play of feature, drew
down his mouth as if he had swallowed {
black draught.
decidedly" he said, "those Florencei
are a selfish, ungrateful lot, to say nothing
of their ill-breeding. What do you thinl
I have Just heardi That Frank Florenc,
had gone--left London without farewell
word to me; without word OF thanks fo
all the hospitality that he has received
under this humble roof! What do yot
think of that2".
Mrs. De Lacy uttered an exclamation o
regret and surprise, while poor Dori
neither spoke nor moved. The wire sh,
held did not tremble.
"Why have I received this hnmilie
tion2' asked her father, for it was one O
his pleasures to believe that he was hated
and insulted by the entire world.
Gently and tenderly Mrs. De Lacy con.
soled her husband, petted him, and added
some little dainty to their tea. The poor
fellow really this time WAS sincere; he
was genuinely hurt by Franks abrupt de-
parture. But besides this surface sorrow
burned and throbbed an anguish so deep,
a pain so keen, that words fail to describe
it; and yet the mother did not suspect it.
Look at your child, Mrs. De Lacy! Look
at that transparent cheek, those brilliant,
fearless eyes! Draw your child's head
upon your loving bosom! Let her weep
in your arms, that tears may veil that
despairing gaze!
And now Frank was gone-gone with
out look or word He had been guilty,
first, of a lovers treachery, and now Of a
friends. Where could she turn for aid in
this terrible hour2 Her mother would
not understand her, and would only beg
of her not to trouble her father.
Sylvia7 Alasl she knew now that she
had better hope for consolation from her
little birds, whose expressionless eyes
drove her mad with their CLASSY stare.
Her work no longer interested her; her
hands were as weary as her heart. Who
but her Father above could help her now
Alas! she did not think Of him.
In London, in those narrow dingy
streets, the blue heavens seem so far
away; between the sad uplifted eyes and
the sky intervene fogs and clouds; life is
80 hard for the greater part of these
people that, If the thought of a watchful
Providence occur to them, it is as an
avenger and tyrant. This is why there
are SO many suicides in London. Those
who know not how to pray, are, neverthe-
less, ready to die. Death seems to them
o deliverer and consider.
1t was thus the little lame girl thought.
She would debut howl Motionless in
her chair, while her mother prepared tea,
and her father recited a long monologue
against the ingratitude of human nature,
Dora decided ON what she should do.
Never going out, it was vain to think OF
buying poison. There was, to be sure, the
window opening on the street; but the
thought Of giving her parents the shock
Of seeing her mangled remains, the idea
of the inquisitive crowd. all decided her to
relinquish that plan. Nothing, then, was
left but the river, whose waters might
carry her so far off that she would never
be seen again
She shivered as she thought of the
river, but it was not with fear OF the deep
dark waters; she could throw her shawl
over her head. and she would not see IL.
But she would have to go through the
streets alone, and at night, and that
thought terrified her.
While she sat in silence, with her soft
eyes distended and fixed on vacancy, her
father had his tea comfortably, and then
sailed forth to the theatre, first ascer-
tanning that he had some money about
him for emergencies.
"The dear man made good tea" said
his wife, "and am glad Of it, for he need
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ont one ioot AZ her sleen;ng mother. 70,
at last IN Ibis snnreme moment. abe fnllv
con,Treh ended to what n sel;sb love her
cb;idhood and her youth had heen sacr;.
Scad She knew onlv foo we'll that a
,nC,.a f,on, har father would console no,
,,othar WHEN ono yolnnta,;lv choose
death. Il is with a crv against the injustice
of man and the pitilessness of fate.
At last she gained the street. All was
quiet there, but in the large thorough.
fares there were still lights and noise
Dora walked quickly, with her shaw