Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-02-17
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEws SUNDAY FEBRUARY H. 1884,

the other namg He and his wife do not
/ agree very well, and he seeks his own
amusements."
why does he not like herY' breathed
Daisy.
sAh-why: 1t is said he never did care
( for her. but her vast wealth daZZled him.
/ And she has harsh temper-and so, they
quarrel. There, he is Of. knew he'd
/ not sit long By her side
/ He cannot be a good man." unused
/ Daisy, Unconscious, perhaps, that she
I spoke aloud.
/ ''As good as most other young men Of
the day, who are vOtaries Of folly and
/ fashion. !" spoke Lady Bell. AT least, l
know nothing 10 the contrary
/ but she does not know what I could
{ tell,' grOaned Daisy in her stricken
I heart. ''What had l ever done 10 him
4 that re should have sought to deceive
4 me- l can understand now the behavior
/ Of the two friends Of his. On, what an es-
/ cape it Is! Heaven must have been watch
+ ing over me-"
My dear, are you ill., cried Lady
! Bell, CHANGING to look at Daisy when the
I opera was drawing to a close. ''YOu are
as white as death-and nearly as still"
/ Daisy called up 4 wan smile. and shook
/ her head. 4 am not III, thank you.
/ never saw an opera before, or a play Of
! any kind; and-and l am a little tired
/ Before Daisy went to bed that night she
/ wrote little note, and sealed it. In the
/ morning, as soon as breakfast was over.
! she carried the note to the old lodgings at
/ Chelsea and left it with Mrs. Wilson.
! That same evening Mr.. Arcastle called
/ there. The house door happened to be
4 open, and he went straight up to Daisy's
| old sitting-r0om. 1t was empty. 1t
! seemed to have been put into stiff order
! as though IL were not occupied just now.
/ The light Of the setting sun came in and
/ illumined his pale and handsome face.
Where's she gone TO, l Wonder:' he
/ fTetfully cried. 'About some Of that
/ drawing work Of hers, 1 supposed HOllOa.
/ on, 1t is you, Mrs. Wilson. Miss Thorn is
! out, l perceive"
Miss Thorn has left, sir; left for
( good. "
/ Left" ne exclaimed, his face flushing.
I Her grand relations have found her
/ out, sir-fOr she and her father were Of
I good family, as perhaps you know. And
I ner aunt came down here in a beauti-
! iul carriage, and took Miss Daisy home
/ to her"
do you know her name-the aunt's :"
/ be asked. after a pause.
Its Mrs. Grantley, sir. Miss Daisy
came here this morning to say good
/ bye TO me. for they are going 10 travel.
I she IS very gay now; she was at the
I opera last ul-uts she LDlu NE. Win EEr
/ aunt,s old friend, Lady Bell, after having
/ dined with her"
AT the opera.' interrupted Mr. Ar
I castle, recalling the bows he had given 70
/ Mrs. Grantley and Lady Bell across the
I h0Use-and the young lady sitting with
I them, whose face he did not see. 4 deep
I flush rose to his own.
I And she thanked me so prattIlv and
/ gratefully for all had done for her while
/ she lived here-which. goodness knows.
/ was not much.' continued Mrs. Wilson.
And she slid ten-pOund note into nv
hand, TO buy something TO remember her
by, she prettily said, or to spend in any
other way liked. And she left this note
with me. SIR, and said would l give il TO
Mr.. Arcastle # he CHANGED TO call"
Leaving the note in his hand. the land
lady left the room. It was addressed 10
George Arcastle. He broke the seal and
read the few words written therein, in a
| pitiful, trembling hand, so unlike Dali
( sy's:
4 pray God to bless and keep YOU al
ways. The truth is known to me: and I
can never see you again. What had I
. done-what had papa done. that you
/ should seek to serve US 50: The matter
is safe with me; l will never betray you.
Goodbye, George Arbuckle; goodbye. for
ever. ". T."
God forgive me, and keep her from fl-
ture eyil!'' he breathed; and went away,
crushing the note in his hand.-Ihe A.
GCTg.