Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-12-25
CHAPTER XIV.
HOW SHE SAW THE SILVER BARRows
AGAIN.

ANAAEs
Trip returned to the half villa angry,
unhappy, distracted. The house. of which
the lodgings occupied by her and her
husband formed half, was in row of de-
tached villas. Two or three were let,
others were to be let, just built, others in
course Of erection. The half house ad-
joining the lodging of the Beauforts was
unoccupied. Beaufort house, Piccadilly,
had resolved itself into No 4, Woodbine
Cottages, Lower Norwood. That where
she was was Lower Norwood Trip did not
know. She knew she was somewhere in
the suburbs of London, but on which side
Of the Thames she was unaware.
She retreated to her room, and locked
herself in. She was very indignant at
the treatment to which she had been sub
jected, at the deception that had been
played ON her, resolved to cone to an ex-
PLANTATION with her husband ad insist
ON being allowed to communicate with
her parents.
What was Mr.. Beaufort's businessS
That he had some she made no doubt.
Who were his companions' On what
were they engaged at night Why did
she see no oneS Why did none Of her
own sex visit herr Why was she watched,
and every effort made to keep her pris-
oner in the houseS These were questions
that worked to the surface in her mind.
They wero questions that must be an.
swered; she would insist on having them
satisfactorily answered.
Trip may have been foolishly brought
up, reared to love show, to think much
of herself, TO be greedy of admiration,
but there was character in her-good
stuff that had not been brought out. She
had shown determination in the matter
OF the ride ON the sails of the windmill.
That showed how she could stick to an
idea when she had got hold of it, and
carry it out
For the first week Trip had been be-
wildered, and unable to take her bear
ings. Cast into a new world, she had
been inclined to lean on her husband, to
trust him, though disappointed But she
speedily found that he was not to be
trusted, that she could trust no one but
herself. If she leaned on him, he would
let her fall She must gather up all her
resolution, and under the strange cir
cumstances in which she found herself,
act for herself.
She sat in her room thinking, but un-
! able to decide on her course further than
to wait her HUSBANDS return and seek an
explanation. What steps to take should
| that explanation not be satisfactory, she
| left for the future to decide.
| Hours passed and he did not return
She asked the woman when he was likely
| to be home, and then was angry with
herself for having asked the question
for having admitted that this person was
more in his confidence than herself The
surly woman gave Trip her meals a;
usual, and the poor young wife made
vain efforts to swallow them.
Ten o'clock came, and her husband had
not returned.
woman, Nelly, not to sit up, she would.
"Sit upi' sneered Nelly. "Youl
have to sit up all night, then. He won
be back till morning, If he comes at all
and when he comes he won't want you. )
Trip flared up. "You insolent woman
how dare you speak to me like that
You know whers Mr.. Beaufort Isl Wher,
is heY'
Then the woman put her hands on he
hips, looked at the poor girl, and burs
into derisive laughter.
Unable to endure her offensive conduc
longer, Trip ran upstairs and threw her
self on her bed, and burst into bite
weeping through humiliation and dis
tress.
Now she remembered Joo's warning
how he had bid her beware of the mai
who had bewitched her with appeals Il
her vanity. Now she felt what fata
mistake she had made In rejecting faith
full solid Joe's offer, 1t was too late. A
she had made her bed, so must she lie IL
It. But, OIL what bed of thorns /
was already proving itself to be.
Oh, that dear old windmill TIL
happy hours she had spent in 1t, tn,
creaking of the timber In the stress of tn
wind, the whirr Of the wings, the grint
of the wheels, the throb Of the shifter
the rattle of the mixing box. How al
these sounds came back to her in tn
night, She had lowered the gas to a pea
and lay on her bed thinking, her brazil
wide awake in nervous excitation.
Obi the pleasant smell Of the -four
and the bean field In June In full bios
somi
How sweet Joe's honey had beenl N
honey like 1t in the world. He kept Il
the mill some bread and plate Of comb
and he had allowed Trip always, whel
she cane TO the mill, to eat his breai
and honey.
She thought Of the little house wit
It's tile roof, and the sunflowers an
hives; and the willows about the garde
growing out Of the edge of the dixie, an
Of the duckweed, and the white shinin
flowers studding the water like star
studding the sky. Then she left the bed
and in the half darkness CROPPED In he
work box It'll she found her whistle; an
now she took piece 81 string and ia.
tened it 10 the whistle, and hung IL roun
her neck. IL should hang there, . dea
remembrance Of happy old times, sf II
nocent, sunny childhood, when she ha
no sorrows, no dark and dreadful futul
before her.
She threw herself on the bed acei
and found her pillow wet with tear
She put the whistle to her lips, not /,
pipe loud ON II, but TO try It, 10 call Z
old associations. Alasi tho whistle woul
not act, the back was split. She be
pipsd the last call on Il that night IN Il
park when Joe had refused 70 retur,
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