The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-03-15

Inf saws nv a I;ttla TRAD looh he 50 w from
his covert and distant observation in her
ewes. She welcomed his return to her. all
nnonact;on;no bis ahsanca He fonnd him
self GROWING irritated almost anorv.
ssWill Won drive with N . this afternoon p''
she asked him one mornino
ssYes . he renlied
And at five o'clock a perfect little tran
stood WAITING its mistress, occnnancv-- the
horses nawino imnatientlv, wbile the crooms
held their heads and he lonng;ng near
WAITING Miss Fialaing,s advent
Fifteen. twenty minutes nassed and she
did not come THE half. honr had struck
before. with hsstv APOLOGY for her DELAY.
She took her seat. aud Gathering up the
| reins in her little gloved hand cove the
ponies an impatient touch of the wbin.
phich made the groom scramble for his
| nlace behind almost a Waterloo
Max. quickly observing her noted that
her face was unusually pale. and although
| there was no redness about her ewes be
could have fancied there had been recent
tears there. However. she talked merrily
| and brightly. as was her won't. and soon
the sea air brought back the color to her
cheek. and chased the latent look of sad
ness from her ever.
s.What lovely sky.' she exclaimed. as
sudden turn in the road brought them in
| full view of sky and ocean. and at that mo-
ment the sunset gun doomed from the
| fort >
The horses made sharp swerve The
I road was very narrow. with large boulders
on either side. Almost before anyone
could realize how or when it was done the
wheel had struck one of these. and the GIRL
totally unprepared to resist the shock was
thrown heavily to the ground. Almost
as rapidly, Max was beside her.
For the instant he Thought her dead
Her head had struck a small stone. and a
tiny stream of blood was trickling from her
temple. making her pallor the more phast-
". The thought that she might be dead
came to him with sickening awfulness
Death and this bright beautiful being SEEM
ed SO wide asuuder: and vet in moment
perhaps, they had been united: but almost
with the dreadful fear came its relief.
She opened the lovely eyes. and the
white lips quiyersd. while she made a
feeble motion to rise. He drew brandy
flask from his pocket, and made her drink:
then when she had grown little stronger
he lifted her into the cirriage, and sup
porting her with his arm, drove slowly
home.
As they approached the hotel she called
strength into action, and gaining the first
entrance, escaped with but little assistance
into the house. Byi mutual consent they
made no mention of the accident.
For day or SO she was confined to her
room, but when she reappeared, save that
she Was little paler, she had never before
looked more lovely.
u thank you SO much, Mr.. Elliott, for
your KIND care OF me, she said, as they
ST cd tOO6tl0r on the m0Onlif r1iaz1o
do. not mention it," he answered
coldly.
THESE past few days had been filled to
strange experience. Ills revenge had grown
dlstastetul to MN he told himself. 1t
could not mend Freds broken heart, and
his own could only harbor scorn.
Inc next week ne saw but little of Miss
Fleidlng. he avoided her whenever he
could do SO, although he noticed she was
growing wan and pale
'Wnat are you doing, Max Elliott ?"
asked Mrs. Redtern, one morning as she
came upon him seated by an open window
OF the long drawing room. ST told you
once that Nora Fleldlngs fault lay not in
her non possession of a heart, but that
no man had ever touched it. 1 could not
say so to-day. Have You no scruples no.
remorseT
None Ii what You tell me be true,
should only exult. What could l feel but
scorn for woman who could lead q man
on to wrecking his life at her feet? But
you need have no fear Miss Fieldin is a
capital actress, that is ALL"
ssMark what say-you will recall those
words" prophesied the little matron,
sweeping anglily away.
ssNeveri' mentally calculated the man.
vaulting through the low window to the
piazza, with sudden feeling that the
house stifed him, but not prepared to find
himself face to face with Miss Fielding's
self
She had been sitting with an open book
disregarded in her lap, her eyes gazing sea-
ward, and she had heard of necessity every
syllable uttered.
eyes, have heard ALL" she said in an
swer to his questioning look. "You came
here to avenge your friend, Mr.. Elliott.
Well, your revenge shall be complete You
say he suffered. So you have made me
suffer. Why should I seek to conceal
what is acutest pain to confess? Was it
nv fault that could not love Fred Rom
aids? Was it my fault that his own love
made him blind? If so. then | have been
punished. and nv punishment is your re-
ward. To II I add the humiliation of this
avowal"
Never had she looked more lovely. never
more prand, than when she stepped from