The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1886-08-04

door.
''Mrs Dalyel. I said, falterinsly, II hsv,
come to wish you goodbye"
cold and stern as It had been the nigh,
before. There was scornful smile on hel
"Where are You going,, she asked, coldly
ITO my old life. To the home in which
you found me; and shall have all want
all that IL good for me-" corrected, hur
"Yes. But I can not 70 like this" Hel
coldness cut me to the heart. "Will you
not kiss me firsti have loved you sow
II. Il would as soon kiss an adder" she
go; never let me see or hear Of you again. y
With choking sensation in my throat
the hotel and started on my sad and soli-
tary journey back to town. How dreary
narrow street Of Kensington,. despite the
warm welcome of the kind, motherly
woman with whom lodged But was
determined not to repine. mast accept
my life as 1t was and make the best Of It.
Besides, na had had l not still my y.., art: 81, 80
in order, taking from where had
slowed them, my bits of china. my tapes
try, my specimens Of painted glass. This
done, sat myself down to paint plaque.
But alas, my hand seemed to have lost its
cunning, my eyes their sense of color. All,
how have laughed since at the sorry
sight that unlucky plaque presents, for l
continued to paint at it long after 1t was
too dark to see. And then-and then,
suppose. dropped asleep.
THANK heaven, you are awake at last ~
q well-known, much loved voice exclaimed.
had lifted my head from the table on
which II had been resting, rubbed my
eyes and began to look about me. The
gas was lighted. Was it a dream that Hor.
ace stood before me!
train" he went s"S on, Excl e8citediy. SAnd nov, now
tell me, Lucy. tell me that you did not mean
what you said to me last night"
II did mean it. can never, never mar.
ry you" answered, recovering myself.
knew now it was no dream: but that Hor
ace was really there demanding-as he un.
doubtedly had a right to do-an explana-
tion Of my conduct
"Because-" o, how could 1 explain,
81 know you love me, Lucy"
This Is cruel, wicked Of youW cried,
turning away my face.
"And loving me--knowing also that
love you--it Is cruel, wicked of you," he
continued, using my own words ito doom
us both to misery for no reason that can
understand. II you persist in refusing to
have any thing to say to me, pray who will
"Mrs. Dalyel."
'Great heavens, child! Do you imagine
that she is at last in love with mel I con.
fess had not thought of that!"
Then do think q II Horace. You have
This is indeed too rich joke. What
them"
''she has been SO good to me-so good
It would be such base ingratitude-"
"Ah, now I begin to see! You would
fancy. But in that case, Lucy, you should
take care to be the only. sufferer. You
"But would it spoil yours! Suppose
she loved yen and was ready to marry you
II would not have her If there were not
another woman in the world! I love you,
put all these far fetched ideas Of gratitude
aside. Unsay the cruel words you spoke
last night. Tell me that" he paused
my hand and pressed it unhindered to his
II love you, Horace" whispered land
decided wrongly. o, can You ever for.
He did forgive me; but Mrs. Dalyel did
to me-most wretched day at Bath. She
has new ''craze" now, hear, and / am
glad of it, because I believe II she has that
she is happy. Dressed in sable garments,
covered by a long dark cloak, she goes al
night to visit amongst the London poor,
there, with generous hand, ministerine
to their needs. They look upon her as an
angel Of mercy, and her name is blessed by
the miserable and the afflicted. Am I then
right IN calling it "a crazes" Is 1t not
rather that her heart has softened and that
what must have been a real trouble to her
has opened it to Paradises
have married Horace, and am happier
than had thought it possible to be here
below. realize now how wrong should
have been had given him up forever, and
SO spoilt and, perhaps wrecked two human
lives have never seen Mrs. Dalyel since
that fatal day at Bath, but something
distant when we shall meet once more and
she will restore to me all the affection SC
freely layished upon me in the days gone
,by.-E. N. Davy, in The Argosy.