Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-03-21

ing the first entrance, escaped wit
bnt little assistance into the house
BY mutual consent they made II
mention of the accident.
For a day or so she was con6ne
to herroom, but when she reappell
ed. save that she was q little palel
she had never before looked NOR
lovely.
Il thank yon so much, Mr.. Elliot
for your kind care Of me-" she said
as they stood together Oh the moor
lit piazza.
'Do not mention it,, lie answer
ed coldly.
These past few days had beel
filled toa strange experience. Hisrc
venge had grown distasteiul to hin
he told himself. 1t could not memo
Fred's broken heart, and his owl
could only harbor scorn.
The next week he SAW but LITTLE
of Miss Fielding. He avoided she'
.whenever.lle could do so, although
lie noticed she was growing wal
and pale.
"lylat are You doing. Max Elliot
asked Mrs. Redfern, one morning
as she came upon him seated by al
open window Of the long drawing
room.
81 told you once that Nora Field
ing.s fault lay not in her non posses
sion of a heart, bat that no man
had touched it. [ could notsay so tc
day. Have you no scrupleS, no re-
morse"
None. Ifwhat you tell me be
true, Shnnld only ex:llt. What
could I feel but scorn for Il woman
who could lead a man on to wreck
ing his life at her feetY But you need
have no fear. Miss Fielding is a
capital actress, that is all"
Mark what | say-YOu will recall
those words,,' prophesied the lit
tie matron, sweeping angrily away.
"Never!" mentally calculated the
man, vauting through the low will
dow to the piazza, with q Sudden
feeling that the house stif1ed him.
but not prepared to find himself
face to face with Miss Fielding'S
self.
She had been sitting with an open
book dIsregarled in her l,p. her eyes
gazing seward. and she had heard
of necessity every syllable which
had been uttered.
Yes, | have heard all,n she said
III reply to his questioning look.
lyon came here to revenge your
friend, Mr.. Elliott. Well yourrcven@e
shall be complete. Yousay he suffer
ed. Why should | sock to conceal
What is acutest pain TO confess!
Was it my fault tfat [ could not
love Fred Ro ialds? Was it my fault
THAT his own love made him blind?
Ii so, have been punished. and
my punishment is your reward. To
it add the humiliation Of your av-
oval"
~ L. -,--4I-,-1-~-ll :>~~-, 1:,-..>
ly, never more proud, than when
she stepped from the throne to til
level of suffering wonianhood. His
scorli, his triumph-where we're
they? Swept away as by IL mighty
flood, andrevealing tlenaked truth,
of all which so nearly he had lost.
Before she had OWNED his pur-
pose he had gathered her two hands
iuto his strong grasp.
mora. my darling, forgive metz
he murmnrel. ~ love you, and my
love has made me blind indeed! Oh,
my darling, l came to mock, and
stayed to worship! L gave up my re-
venge to you. Will you, more gem
erous than have been refuse to
take t?n
"Not that!' she answered; and
now the brigltcyes were filed with
dimming tears. "But in taking it, it
is to give in return my love, my
heart, my life! All, Max" she wisp-
cred softly, little later, sit is al.
ways Il womai's fault that men SAY
that she has no soul? Shall we ex
press orr one priceless jewel to the
gaze of every curious by-passel"on
LIES journeyw
And he with the jewel forever his.
safe locked in his stronghold. is
lain to admit her words are true.
even while he THANKS God its radi-
ancc has never dazyled another'S
eyes-not even those ofhiS dearest
friend,