Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1888-06-14

She tired to close her eyes, but found IL
equally futile, and she could only extend
her trembling hand and mutey implore the
supposed visionary being y leave her.
The beggar, trembling, ut Adas mad
terror, bold wretch thoug was, held the
crumpled sheet of note-pNer toward her,
and exclaimed, hoarsely:
Read that"
For one instant she did not move; then
suddenly she waved her hands high above
her head, staggered, recovered herself, then
turned and fled with marvellous rapidity in
the direction of Hazelwood House.
The man watched her flying figure for
moment then curslng her and himself, ne
made for the fence, and, assisted by the
branches of tree, climbed over into the
road.
Ada ran wildly, and only stopped when
she had rushed through the open window
into the now dark drawing room.
Here for the first time speech returned to
her.
She cried, family:
"Aunty-auntyl where are your
Her mind was far more seriously dis
turbed than it had been on the morning of
that third memorable drawing lesson, vet
| she was not entirely mad.
| The portion of untouched sense, how
| ever, was too feeble to direct her. Hell
brain was not wholly upset, but all hel
| ideas We're corrupted and distorted.
| Receiving no answer, she rushed from
the drawing room, along the hall, into the
library.
VIII. still occupied on the head and
shoulders, and startled by her pale face auc
wild manner, leaped from his chair.
She said nothing for moment. but held
out her hands entreatingly to him.
l A Il had j 4 Al
had imagined her aunt sitting on the chail
which viii had just vacated. A slave tC
her corrupted imagination, she believed the
young man to be her aunt-tho being hel
imagination had expected.
"Oh, dearest auntyl" she cried, in hel
terror; I'm madl Take me in your arms
and give me back my senses!"
The young drawing master laid his hant
on her head very gently, and said, in a kind
low tone
MY dear Miss Wentworth, your aunt i.
not in this room; she is"
Suddenly he stopped.
| He thought it likely that her aunts alb.
sence from the house might add to her dis.
tress, SO he went on very quietly:
"She is in the drawing room, l dare say
When you are calmer will take you to her.
Ada only laughed Historically at this as.
| surance.
How can you take me to you?" she asked
without raising her eyes.
Don't you know me, Miss Wentworth
Have you forgotten me? Can you no
recognize my voice? Look at mel an
Mr.. Tryfoil."
Raising her eyes to his, she smiled. Al
ready was she calmer; but she still saw Miss
Bentley-not Will She put her soft little
hand on his face, and again laughed hysteri.
cally as she replied:
| "No-no aunty! Don't-please, don't.
want you now. l don't want Mr. Tryfoil
Speak in your own dear voice, and in YOU
dear way; and don't try to calm me by pre-.
tending to be Mr.. Tryfoil. Please, don't.
She took her hand from his face and
gently locked both arms round his neck
and softly kissed his lips.
1t was not quite plain to the drawing
master what he bad better do. At any risk,
| he thought. these caresses must be stopped
so he gently unwound her arms, then took
her hands in his.
He tried to explin that her mind, being
seriously disturbed, was misleading her
that he was in reality Mr.. Tryfoll. She
laughed at first. then grew angry when he
still held out that he was in the drawing
room. She did not want Mr.. Tryfoil's in
| duence to be exerted over her--at least not
then, she said 1t was unkind OF her aunt
to try to deceive her, when nothing was to
be gained by the deception. She was not
| mad. she declared; she was only excessive
v nervous and excited.
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