The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1884-09-06
CONTINUED FROM FIRST PACE.

mind"
"Whert is she-where is Miss Bar
rows?" inquiring Fielding, adapting
himself as one does in some grotcsque
dream.
sleeping, and SO can be with YOU.
Shall come again? ?"
"Amy ~ called the mother from the
house. The girl in the chair, whoever
she might be, closed her lids for 4 mo-
ment, and when they opened Miss Bar
rows made some hippant remark about
her nap, with a disregard of grammar
and vowel sounds that kept Fielding
in irrtated silence. She gave him a
coquettish tap with the fan she snatchcd
from him, and ran into the house.
Fielding slowly followed her, and per
suaded himself that he had been asleep,
too
But as he learned Ter ways better,
and knew that she had habit of sleep
ing away ,.cost of her afternoons on the
little hair-cloth sofa in the cool parior,
he was obliged TO confess to himself
with 4 sort of horror that she led two
lives, for which he could make no &C
count. rs surely as he touad himself
b side her when she lay sleeping. so
surely would she va c and look al him
with bora Variants eyes and talk to him
with Dora Variants tones blending
through the different voice of Amy
Barrows. Sometimes they took long
walks into the woods heyond the vii
lage, and Fielding began to find the
old fascination of DOra's conversation
and manner iTtensilied into some
strange, new feeling by the charm OF
faultlc$s beauty. He lost the mCanny
sensations she gave him at first, and in
his enforced idleness was rapidly learn
ing to look forward to the hours when
the cXquisit casket should be occupied
by the fitting gem. When she left it
the other occupant returned to it. su-
prcmclv unconscious of whatever might
have taken place during her absence
from herself
Before many weeks went By. Field
Ing became aware that he was deeply
in love with the mysterious other part
of Amy Barrows' existence. He tried
at first to believe that it was simply the
effect Of her physical! loneliness, but was
forced to give up that theory, because
as herself she was not only unintereSt-
Ing, but was actually becoming repul-
siye, for all her beauty.
The sunset is like that one when
we first met here said Dora, as they
came back after one OF those walks that
Amy might wake where she fell asleep
Il wish it could last forcvsr,' cried
Fielding. passionatcly. Dora. don't
leave me. am losing my senses.
Whatever YOU are, Won beautiful mys
terry, love you, and / cannot let you
CO.
He caught her in his arms and rained
eager kisses on her upturncd face.
"My day is come forgive you.
But | cannot stay she whispered,
deadly pale. ...Shc is coming back, She
must not woke like this.
y flicker and film came over her eyes,
and Fielding held a sleeping woman,
whom he had barely time TO place in
her chair on the little porch when her
mother came out, and Amy woke say
inc that her heart beat as if she had
been running.
The next day devoured with inpa-
tient longing, Fielding sat through 4
long Summer afternoon, waiting, hop
ing for her habiiual drowsincss to over
take her. She had not failed to notice
that for some time he had been her
shadow, that whenever she went he WAS
sure to follow. and whenever she woke
she was sure to find him beside her
What was she to think Ter curiosity
and interest were reused. vet he never
spoke a word beyond what common
courtesy dictated Why did he sit look
ing at her with those eager cyeso She
grew shy and troubled. Her heart
never used to beat so, and why did She
feel so tired when she woe from those
long, drcamless sleeps that she went
into because there was nothing to keep
awake for?
She venturc% a question after long,
dreary silence. Poor girl she could
not know that her existence and hel
speech just then were more than his
tense nerves could bear.
Good heavens - he mlrmurcd
Dora where arc you?'
The air scemcdaliy with harpslrings
struck by powerful hand. y spasm
of deadly terror crossed Amy's face as
between her and Fielding came the
outline Of a shadowy form in which the
man coul distinguish the blazing eyes
under the cloud !. hair Of the woman he
loved.
"What is IT." shriekcd Amy. throw
ing herself on Fielding for protection.
What is 1t trying to do % me 1t is
struggling with me -
Then there was 4 heavy fall. They
came rushing from the house 1T the
sound, and saw Fielding with the dead
Girl across his knees, staring into va
cancy with eyes that never again lost
that distracted look, saying over and
over again: