Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1886-04-01

! gave her last kiss. and ran out of the room
| In the corridor she heard Linley's voice on
the lower floor. He was asking one of the
| servants if Miss Westerfield was in the house
or in the garden. Her first impulse was to
advance to the stairs and to answer his ques-
ton. In a moment more the remembrance
of Mrs. Linley checked her. She went back
to her bedchamber.
The presents that she had received since
her arrival at Mount Morven were all laid
out so that they could be easily seen by any
person entering the room after she had left
the house. On the sofa lay the pretty new
dress which she had worn at the evening
party Other little gifts were arranged on
either side of it. The bracelet, resting on the
pedestal Of a statue close by, kept morseI
of paper in its place-on which she had writ
ten a few penitent words of farewell-ad-
dressed to Mrs Linley. On the toilet-table
three Photographic portraits showed them
selves among the brushes and combs. She
sat down and looked first at the likenesSes of
Mrs. Linley and Kitty.
Had she any right to make those dear faces
her companions in the future?
She hesitated; her tears dropped On the
photographs. They're as good as spoiIt
now," she thought; they're no longer fit for
anybody but me-" She paused, and abrupt
ly took up the third and last photograph, the
likeness of Herbert Linley.
Was it an offense, now, even to look at his
portrait? No idea of leaving it behind her
was in her mind. Her resolution vibrated
| between two miSeries-the misery of presery-
ing her keepsake after she had parted from
him forever, and the misery of destroying it.
+n cI,a +oo +Io
card'in both hands to tear it up. 1t would
have been scattered in pieces on the floor but
for the chance which had turned the portrait
| side Of the card toward her instead of the
back. Her longing eyes stole a last look at
| hin-a frenzy seized her-She pressed her
lips to the photograph in passion of hope
! less love. what does it matter?' she asked
herfef. "Pm nothing but the ignorant OBJ
ject of his kindness-the poor fool who could
| see no difference between gratitude and love.
Where is the harm of having him with me
when [ am starving in the streets or dying in
the WOrkhOuse?' The fervid spirit In her
that had never known a mothers loving dis
cipline, never thrilled to the sympathy of a
SiSter-friend, rose in revolt against the evil
destiny which had embttered her life. Her
eyes still rested Oh the photograph. "COme
to my heart, my only friend, and kill me ~
AS those wild words escaped her she thrust
the card furiously into the bosom of her dress
| and threw herself on the floor. There was
something in the mad, Self-abandOnment of
that action which Knocked the innocent de-
spair of her childhood on the day when her
| mother left her at the cruel mercy Of her
aunt.
That night was night of torment in Sc
! cret to another person at Mount Morven.
Wandering, in his need of self-isolation,
up and down the dreary stone passages in
the lower part Of the house, Linley counted
the hours, ineXorably IesSening the interval
| between him and the ordeal of confession to
his wife. AS yet he had failed to find the
opportunity Of addressing to Sydney the only
words of encouragement he could allow to
| pass his lips; he had asked for her earlier in
the evening, and nobody could tell him
where she was. Still in ignorance of the
refuge which she might by bare possibility
hope to find in Mrs. MacEdWin's house, Sgd
| ney was spared the torturing doubts which
| now beset Herbert Linley's mind. Would
the noble woman whom they had injured al
low their atonement to plead for them, and
| consent to keep their miserable secret? Might
they still put their trust in that generous nat
ure few hours hence? Again and again
those questions confronted LinIey; and again
and again he Shrank from attempting to an
Syypr them