Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1888-06-15

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difference. flew into my little bedroom,
put on the simple Sunday frock that wai
doing duty for evening dress, aud hurried
into the dining.room IS the fish was being
served.
Lady Tredennck scolded me little,
put I did not mind. hardly heard her,
and / was rather glad Of an excuse for be.
ing silent. did not glance at Helen and
Kenrick, vho were talking about their
London engagements. Lady Tredennick
Of course was full Of London too, for they
were almost there already, since they had
half a dozen engagements for the next day;
and naturally / was not included in the
conversation-in my loneliness / knew
nothing Of such high matters. But the
exclusion, the consciousness Of being out
in the cold and far away from all the pleas.
ure and brilliancy Immediately before
them. and 10 which my birth gave me the
right to share, did not tend to sooth nv
lacerated feelings.
All the evening il was the same they
talked Of nothing but town, and their balls
and water.pauies and theatricals, and
State. concerts aud State balls, and also Of
stories aud scandals that we're aHoat
took up book and pretended to read it,
while brooded over my wrongs and kept
exciting my thirst for vengeance. This
state Of affairs did not last for very long
Lady Tredennick had consented to my
dining at eight, but she set her face against
my setting up later than ten. So at ten
went to wish her good night, as she dozed
in her armchair, and my last chance was
over Of showing Helen and Kenick that
would not marry him ifthe cne alternn.
tive were to be death by torture.
They we're standing on the yeranda,
slar.Razing. There seemed to be no reason
why | should go out Of my way to say
good night to them. went out into the
hall to find my candle and certainly there
was a heavy pain at my hearl-I felt so
uncommonly small. Not even my pedi.
gree, fprocaimed at that moment to an
accompaniment Of tmmpcts by all the
klngs.ararns aud herads, would have
giver one small thrill Of satisfaction OF
drowned the echo in my heart Of those un.
kind words Of lIelens, or made me feel
anything but a wrelched poor little rela.
tive who could step out Of the room and
never be Missed whom nobody cared
"Gong alreadyw exclaimed a kind
voice and TO my astonishmenI, found
kenuck had come cut to me in the hall.
experienced a thrill Of gladness for one
minute then returning memory made me
feel quite frigid again.
IL always 20 at ten. Good night"
said colily
"But it is the last night" he urged
"and have seen nothing Of you all the
evening
There was look ofsuch w'lml kind.
ness shining in his eyes, such allecjonate
pleading in his voice, that might have
and We might have ended our
short friendship with a friendly goodbye |
It least, but Helen came to the drawing. |
oom door at that moment, aud crushed |
he last lutte trembling hope.
| snatchcd my hand from his, aud turned |
,ud ran up stairs. did not hear what
hoy said heard only little cold laugh |
rom Helen which hurried my feet As il |
we're running from an adder. Theu,
when l reached my room, saw what |
,ad done
What folly had prompted me 10 start
nd lY like detected criminal Why
had daue the vory thing that MAS wanted
ANYTHING was wanted, 20 make him
huk had misunderstood his ktudac,s,
stamped and paced about my little room;
glyuehei my hand, dare say guasl-
90 Wy NNNAN NNA tAlNtN 4 unjust nave NNNN I
anything that anybody in frenzy Of an.
yr could do, When l va, urci vf panc,
1s ahog, the ,oom like mad thing, / /
uug my self across my h,d in utter despair,
"Wha, shall do, What shall 1 da2"
mwuyi, "lle thinks that, ann ia love
.uh h,m llclen has told him So and
aa, think he wants Go marty me, on,
hyWoald only ask me, woall ,e, han
s,r
could uay hr Jhc,e iar,y-L Sooo |
,arl sounds about tho passages ,te set.
ants wsrr going 90 hcd, Lady Tr,lgu.
lok Mas NERVOUS abou, hrc. aud would De |
.os, Of my hight Mas 800, ou, whgu she
cps,i went Go bed got up wcau,y
had sgt my candle s usual ou m,
uous'ab,c, 10 spite ct my trlnsiel l,s.
nu, tor % was uoW quite mechanical
'stom ~ mine Go wGgo my diary the
sg thing at might; my blo,ung book pens ,
iJ lu6 Nvc gheIs A A,udieu inspiration
lssi ms 60 Nuyo an indignant uo,
.uLht, refusal Of hyuu.ks ht.r and 1