, 1888-10-04
A Modern Novel Of Passion of
the Most AgOnizing Type.
Product of Il Brain That Had
Been Warped bya Woman.
ssnsuous Scenes In Old vIrgin'a--Tbo
Latest style of Oscuintion--1'hc Ro-
nance of y Liver Pad.
New York World.
CHAPTER I.

The storm has subsidized, and the
clouds were slowly and graspingly
letting go their grip on the pig-pens
and worm fences OF that part OF Vir.
gina, when along the once sloppy
but now stiffening red clay road
there passed bald and reverened
mule, drawing what seemed to be
an open cart. In this rude but we'll
meaning vehicle, seated gracefully in
split.bottom rocking chair, rode
our heroine. She was young and
fair and lissom. Delicious eddies
played about the corners OF her
mouth, and gave variety to lips that
would have otherwise been monOt-
onous In their redness and their
eagerness. Titan hair was piled
high over broad Corinthian fore.
head, and one lock into her eyes
was as moving as two hours Of Boc-
caccio. The night was very dark,
however, and the nged colored
driver had to concentrate his attcn-
tion upon the mule. In this way
the Journey passed without Incident.
In this way only. For II might rs
we'll be announced ut once that Bar.
bara Pumpit could not gaze into II
pair of masculine eyes without eX-
periencing tumultuous emotion,
while, rs for Agamemmon Cyarter,
there was life in the old man yet.
Although October had drawn
near its close and sharp frosts were
nightly decorating with delicate
lace work the foothills OF the Blue
Ridge, Barbara famed herself aud
painted In her rocking chair as she
went along. 1t was one of Barbara's
most conspicuous characteristics
that she was always heated and that
she painted continually. sitting
thus, swaylng to and fro with the
motion of the cart, biilows OF passion
running up her spine ana
break ing in surf against the tawy
coast of her back hair, Barbara pre-.
sented most interesting picture II
there had been any one to look at
her or light enough To see by. She
was dressed In pink tights, with
Grecian bodice, and 10 was typical OF
her complex aud picturesque wo.
manhood that, while she scorned
conventionalities from her chin
down, she paid touching tribute to
public sentiment by wearing a
widows cap a Grape veil OF strictly
regulation gloom. In this toilet,
indeed, one could discern Barbara's
character and read the tragic story
OF her life. Possessing the agility of
a wild cat, the beauty Of II houri.
the muscular development of II Null
doom, and the instincts and appe.
tites of Messalina, she was, never
theless, stepped In agony. While
she would fly at the merest stranger
wrestle him all aver the house, kiss
off his chin.whiskers, and with u
final hip.lock toss him, crumpled
and bleeding, down the Kitchen
stairs, her soul would be racked
with anguish all the lime and her
lips utter piercing screams. In this
combination Of atfectionate demon.
stration and vocal etllorescence. she
presented nm interesting resemblance
to certain domesti, animal whose
occsntricities have often caused the
stoutest woOdshed to mantle with a
blush. Several persons have been
struck by 1t,
Soon the vehicle jumped u low
paling fence, and drew up at the
door OF the Pumpit mansion, Bar.
bara sprang to the ground, and
straightway her shapely tights went
twinkllng up the stairway and into
the wide oh Virginia hall. SaVagely
Knocking out an aged aunt who adj
vanced with outstretched arms to
receive her, she repaired To her
sleeping chamber--to that room
haunted by so many memories OF
a tempestuous but ecsthtic honey
moon. Three years previously she
had married Valorem Pumpit, and,
after II month OF happiness, she had
buried him. He was young ana Ter
vent, but he could not survive the
stress OF Barbara's hug, or the ex-
hausting fury Of her kiss: SO one
day after an especially violent set,t
in the barnyrrd, during which she
had kept him off the ground for
twenty-eight consecutive minutes,
he mildly remarked that he could
not make up his mind to spend halt
his time In the air, and gently but
firmly died,
Barbara stood for moment In the
centre of the room. All about her
nc saw the relics of her married h p
plu6SS- liitcin w u hVisO "N''Ns'N
10y. There in corner lay his cast
OFF boots; here flung at II cusridor,
his brown linen duster with IA big
staip IN the back-as natural as life.
On the mantel were two porus
plasfers almost as good as new.
Hanging on the back Of II chair, his
chest protector and his mittens.
Imagine her feelings! She shrleked
aloud. She yelled to her vanished
Val to come back to her, and come
quickly-she wanted him particular
~; but of course he didn't. She
whooped again, and painted for lag.
niappe. Suddenly her hand came
In contact with something-sOme-
thing hard and gritty, like IA neglect.
ed Connecticut pie. She held IL up
and gazed hugrily and graspingly at
ii. Could her eyes deceive her! No!
| II was, IL was his liver pad. Cast
| aside as he had taken 1t of TO die;
lying there SO silent aud forlorn, 81
| stricken, so iiconsUlable. 'Oh-h-h!"
She snatched II to her lips, she kissed
| hole In 1t, she pressed II to her
stormy bosom, she painted several
pants, she danced all over the room,
she jumped against the wall, she
kicked most Off her clothes off, and
then she fell, ,gasping and breathiess,
into the slOp-tub. When the colored
handmaiden burst into the room
crying: "Lord, Miss Barbara, what
Is you done with your cioes?" Bar
brra answered wearily "Put me tC
bed, Sukey; Ialways updress that