The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1888-06-16
10y CLARA WE'RE.

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really possessed heart or was she only
AS had been said--a creature Of in
tellect-one who required not and wish
ed not-the most precious Of all life's
blessings-love, Rather difficult ques-
tion, and her beautiful. queenly coun-
tenance, with it's lustrous brown eyes
and delicately chise!ed features, did not
serve to satisfy his doubts.
He had been accustomed to receiving
homage from the gen Ter sex. Wealthy,
intellectual and handsome he was very
naturally appreciated by the maneuver-
ing mammas and marriageable daugh-
ters. Clara We're was unlike the wo-
man with whom he had been thrown in
contact. Although among, she was
not Of them, and her Indifference hurt
him much more than he cared to con-
fess So this evening, as they wander
ed together through the brilliantly IL
Illuminated reception rooms of a fashion
.,oble. .Gevotee, he asked carelessly, albeit
his eyes rested searchingly upon her
<s.Uo. A,rf,s vcIo, uo- Joa7 De,'sroH-i III
lovep'
She laughed-and although her dusky
cheek crimsoned little displayed not
the slightest discomposure as she an-
swered:
''No; at least, not as you do"
''Indeedl" he commented, rather dry
ly. "Would it be impertinent in me to
inquire what your belief really is?''
She bit her lip.
81 make no pretensions to under
standing any ones idea Npon this or
any other subject better than they
themselves do. In only know that my
own opinion of love Is vury different
from the latter-day sentiment now dig
nifled by that name"
He smiled provokingly
$50 Is mine. We agree thus far at
any rate. Perhaps were we to compare
notes, the similarity would exist still
further.''
Scarcely probable" shG answered
calmly. ''But'it is not an interesting
topic, and as it is Of no consequence
whether wo consider it in the same
light or no, Z propose wo discuss some
other subject''
OF course, after that, tho conyers;,-
tion was changed.
"Confound It'll what's the usel'' he
murmured, sadly, that night, or rather
morning, after returning home. Here
am, fairly bewltched after woman
who, If report speaks truly, is not cap.
able Of feeling q particle Of affection
for any man, and who has demonstrate
ed beyond q peradventure her utter in
difference to me. In love with an ice-
bergl That's what's tho matterI But
I swear won't make fool Of myself
any longerl She can 60 her way and
I'll go mineI"
Whether this resolution would have
been kept or not Is a question that must
forever remain unsettled, as tho next
day Miss We're had left the city--gone,
no one knew where to remain, no one
knew how long.
But we, being wiser than the major.
ity or folks, may follow her away flom
the crowded city to e little white cot
tage, way up among the New Hanp-
shire hills, where, disgustcd alike with
the world and herself, she had sought
refuge for the summer months with her
young married friend, May Thurston.
"Now, Clara" said this young lady,
as they sat together some few evenings
after Miss Vere's arrival, "of course
you know how glad am to have you
here, and all that sort Of thing; but
what in the world possessed you to
come? for, when I saw you last. you
gave me TO encouragement to hope for
this VISIT
"Well, Mary, to tell the truth, 1
hadn't the slightest idea Of making it
two weeks ago; but
stBut whatp" eagerly questioned her
companion. "You were not involved
In any love affairs, were you2 I heard
something of a serious kind of Irritation
you were having with somebody. 1t
didn't become too serious, did itp"
Eyes, 1t did," answered her guest,
inlnatuously. startled out Of her usual