Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1885-07-30
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A succession OF decidedly audible
raps upou the door of her room broke
the enhancing spell OF quietude that
filled the cosy little boudoir, and
aroused Eleanor Duncan from one of
those delicious reveries into which we
are so apt to fall, on a cold winter
evening, and bury ourselves away
from things material. With just the
shadow of frown clouding her brow,
she raised her pretty head from the
crimson velvet pillow of the lounge
and, supporting herself with her ell
bow, she asked:
"What is it. Nam map"
"Make yourself presentable, Eleanor
Darlington is in the par.or awaiting
your coming"
Her lip curlde, then a panied, hunt
ed expression passed swiftly over her
face.
"He here! o why does he prosecute
rue with his attentionsp Why does he
come on this night of all nights, when
/ want to think?" And she buried her
face in her hands.
care you coming, Eleanor"
The face was raised, and wore an
expression of hesitancy, but it was
quickly chased away by resolute
compression of the lips, and she an
swered:
mo; have no desire to-"
but what shall tell Barrington'"
''Oh, tell him anything-that L am
i'll, have retired. am not at home, that
am dead-anything to get rid of
him."
Eleanor are you dementedP Have
you forgotten your engagement
ring?"
mo" sullenly. Il remember only
too well, but tonight / wish to for
get 1t "
"And Barrington?"
"rell him to go, and also that if he
is not careful l Will cast his ring and
presents into the steet."
A pause ensued, followed by the
sound of retreating footsteps, and all
was as still as before. On the lounge,
her trim figure the least bit huddled,
lay Eleanor. sad and fearful.
poor Vic," she murmured, 1.-TWO
years ago tonight L drove him from
.ne. because felt his superiority of
will and mind. How he loved me,
and | him; but my pride! A queen
could have been no prouder than L.
advice, too weak to see my own faults.
blazed yiciously. ''Stlll, / was not
with his lofty ways" He was too fond
of giving advice. He called me lit
tie fool, told stories of my fiirtations
among his cronies. and then advised
mo to reform. Bah! But now, If
II Ii Ii ..asxx
nurse him in his illness, comfort him,
kneel to HIM. We are strangers for
evcr--there is nothing left but men,
DRY, nothing but the recollection Of u
dream
She arse, the room being a trihe
cool, and threw white shall around
her shoulders in a most becoming
manner. She passed the long mirror,
she paused to glance ut the reflection,
and very attravtive and pleasing
picture it was. A pretty face, with
soft brown eyes, and full, impulsive
lips, while the wealth of dark brown
hair. unfettered, fell in waves upon the
white shall, contrasting well and FORM
ing the browning beauty of the pict-
ure. A half smile came to her lips.
THAT picture she murmured; 81
conld not be more like it II tried, and
he loved that picture so we'll! Oh, Vic
Vic! if you only knew!"
She stood before the mirror. heI
hands clasped before her, her eyes
looking steadfastly at the image in the
glass, her face grown sadder and more
reposed.
II thought heard voices in Elean.
ors's ROOM" said her mother to Mr.
Duncan; and, ascending the stairs, she
listened at the door few moments
Hearing no sound whatever, she re
tired, wondering at her daughters in
explicable conduct.
A few moments later the door of tn,
room opened noiselessly, and Eleanor
with the shall still about her, stole
down stairs, opening and closing thu
street door quietly as she passed on
into the night. Men watched her a
she passed them, nearly flying through
the almost deserted thoroughfares, an'
casually remarked that some one mus
be sick and needing the services OF
physician.
4 harrington, tall, dissipated-appear
ling man, with brutal cast of counte
nance and an evil eye, was coming
Tout of cafe, when he caught
glimpse Of her face as she sped by him
For moment he stood in blank amaze
ment, rubbing his eyes to assure him
self that he was uot dreaming, then
with q muttered curse, he hurried nj
ter her. his teeth set, his eyes glea.l
ing angrily.
II am so sorry that you cannot &c
Victor: the services at st. Stephen
are always so grand and impressive
and Won are so fond of music,' an
motherly Mrs. Cakes bent over he
SON az he reclined in an invalid chat
and smoothing back his light ha
kissed him rs only a mother can.
81 am sorry as WE'LL" he answere
with a grateful smile; "but then IT
better that should not 60, 1t Is
cold. q, It il maddening. this hell
lessness. this imprisonment. | thIal
mother. that n YOU leave the door sJs