Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-03-06

Like the summer wind when signing
Are the tones Of her voice sac sweet
An shes-n
The sweet coutralto ends In q slight
scream as the report of gun resounds
through the woods.
Oh i do believe am hurt % she
cries, fearfully, as q sharp twin<e Of
pain shoots through her arm. "Oh |!
what shall do %
As the girl speaks, a quick, manly
step can be heard crushing through the
thick underbush, then the bushes are
pushed aside aud the sportsman, q
handsome young fellow, comes in veiw.
Good Heaven! Miss Bristow-Niua,
are you hurt 2" he cries, throwing the
still smoking gun down AZ he comes
hurriedly 70 the girls side. Oh, God I!
My darling, l have killed you," he ex.
claims, wildly, an he sees the girls
thin white sleeve IL stained with
blood.
Nina lifts her dark eyes shyly TO his
face, while her soft cheek, that had n
moment before been As colorless as y
lily, giows scarlet beneath his ardent
gaze rs she replies quietly:
GUS, Mr.. Claxton, the sight Of blood
always makes me faint. II you will
lend me your handkerchief q am
afraid mine viii not be ,arRe enough) +,
and assist me TO bind up my arm"
"Oh, of course l win I" the young
man breaks in, impetuously. What
"A brute am not TO have thought Of that
before, instead Of stand ing here like an
IDIOT doing notLing while you are suf.
fering"
Taxing q small pearl handled knife
from the pocket Of his shooting. jacket,
Mr.. Claxton gently cuts the sleeve from
the girls wounded arm. As he tender.
ly binds the snowy cambria around the
wound, he says, with a sigh of relief
Thank Heaven II is nothing
~ rious the shot has scracely Rrazed
the skin. Nina, darling, will you tor
give me ?'
Nina makes no reply, but turns her
head with it's crown Of dark braids 30
he may lot see the happy light that
gioriti-s her beautiful face.
Darling, turn your sweet face
toward me and say, 'G,o-ge forgive
you"
Nina l.f,s her starry eyes TO his, while
q soft blush steals over neck and brow
as she softly says:
George, forgive you"
" Nina, my queenly darling. he
says, tenderiy, will you be my little
wife go
The girls low-spokeu Yes" is
almost terrible, OWING 10 The TACT that
the sweet lace has come in close con.
tact with the shooting jacket
Alter a few moments she raises her
head from its resting place. and lifting
her love III eyes TO the manly face
IT, IL thought. George, that you liked
Estella better than me--she is 80 hand
some aud has such lovely golden
hair ?"
Why, you silly little goose" her
lover breaks in, tenderly, OF course
like Es,ella ; she is my cousin and we
have been brought up together but az
tor loving heI-that is OUT Of the ques-
ton, as | hDppen to love come one
else"
Yes-but, George, don't you think
you would like me better IL had beau
tiful hair that shoDe like gold, and big
blue eyes and"
The girl's piantive voice 10 drowned
in her lovers hearty laughter, that
rings through the old woods.
We'll, l Declare" he pasps AT last
viii 10 tenrs Of merIimcut stand in his
gray .yes, what jealous little wife
you WI IL be. | am truly afraid l shall
be IA hen pecked husba,d. Dear" he
says, uiore roberly, kissing the dark
eyeb that looked 30 wisttuily into his,
''there is no woman in the world who
can win my love from you. Be she
b.oude or brunette 10 woman can
compete with your glorious dark beau
" auG tender womably heart"
OH a
the wood and path in the direction OF
the mansion, the windows Of which
look az II STEPPED in blood az the setting
sun reflects upon the plate glass, the
bushes part and a stately woman with
jewels steps into the path and stands
watching the lovers with baleful light
III her turQuois eyes.
" Poor deluded fool that l was"
she Kisses. 70 bring that girl here as
my guest! Oh, God! what shall do?"
the beautiful woman means. never
! thought she would win his love-the
love have coveted for years hoped
J cause my blonde beauty to shine more
brightly in his eyes, else never should
have allowed them TO meet. Grea,
| htHNNhss thC hkohy w hVhs
him boast of his love for that girl, and
see him rain kisses On her lips. Curse
| her! l would give ton ears OF my life
" lay my head on his breast as 81.
| laid hers. Good God, how love him,
and he has no love for poor Estella, bu1
simply likes me because 1 happen to bt
his cousinl No woman can compete
with her. she murmurs hoarsely
Enjoy your triumph while you
may, Nina Bristow, it will not be q
| long one"
With low, wicked laugh, the queen
| ly woman. with shimmering Jewels and
ripping yellow hair, pushes the low
shraosery aside and disappears.
About nine o'clock that evening
| Nina excuses herself from the drawing
| room and retires to her room, Leaving
her lover to break the news of their on
| gagemept to his cousin.
| Seating herself In a low rocker, sh,
takes up book and IL soon engrosseC
| in its contents. In the course Of hal
an hour she is AROUSE by o gentle rap
and as she raises her eyes from tn,
volume sees a tiny note pushsd upde
the door.
| Rising from the chair, Nina goel
ov, r and takes the dainty note from tn,
floor, SEES her name written in larg,
masculine hand Oh the outside.
| " IL must be from George" she muir
mugs," woman like, turning 1t ovel
aud over In her white hand. Yes, Il
NUT be from him. Dear fellow" sh,
wnlspers, as she breaks the seal anc
+. ads:
| Dearest, will you meet me In hal
an hour by the lake on the east eide ;
l wish to see my darling once more to
n nt and hear Der say again with hel
own dear Inns: tGe1rpe l forpiye vnu