The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-09-27
The iailer stepped out into the pas

cell with much trou.trou of siIker
robes, and the door changed into place
behind her. Boyden sprang from tbe
pallet upon which he had been ruminat.
ing, and regarded his visitor with in.
tense curiosity.
she was a tall, splendidly propor.
TONED woman, closely yelled, attired in
somber black of the richest materials
and bore herself with the stateliness OF
a queen.
claimed: :, -
who are your" ME
For answer the stranger slowly raised
her veil and. discovered bold. hand-
some, face. of, a decidedly Southern
type, Judging by the rich Olive com
plexlon and the large; dark ewes, set
beneath the. low brow like shinins
stars. At sight of that face Boyden re. !.
coiled with q cry of amazement. while i
single name escaped his lips. That
name was: - =
"Cora?"
Yes, Cora" came the echo in n rich.
melodious voice.
What brings you here ?" he demand. /.
ed, "at the eleventh hour?"
TO visit her husband, replied the wom-
an, with cruel. smile.
don't SEQ it in that light"
do; therefore have come,
A momentary silence fell betwe. the
pair, during which they eyed each other
curiously.
ut is years since we met, Max. the
woman said at last, seating herself
npon the only stool that the cell af.
forded. ''t
ut is just as well, since we couIdn,t.
agree, was the sullen reply.
And suppose you haven't thought
OF me twice in all that time. .f,s4
Boyden fretted nervously and glanced
mp at the slender ray of sunlight that
found entrance at the narrow grated
window and shimmered upon the white.
washed wall, rs he answered:
Look here, Cora! According to Won
1t isn't too late for us to meet. accord
ing to me it is too late for any silly
sentiment between us. Tn in here To-
be tried for my life-for murder. and I
have quite enough to think of"
The large, dark eyes watched him MS
he spoke without q suggestion of n tear
in their limpid depths, and the voice
was firm and musical without trace Of
emotion as she rejoined: ~
have not troubled you since we
parted four years ago, and Ihave no
intention of troubling you now. Il
have kept the secret of our marriaae to
MYSELF. and travel under an assumed
name. No matter why have been 40
true to you; perhaps it has been q salts
to say now is, that I shalfbe glad to Be
of assistance to you, if can be. "
She paused here, keeping her eyes
fixed upon him steadily With the ce-
lerity of lightning, and almost with its
vivid effect, new light leaped into
Boydcn's eye, flush mantled his pal
lid face, and he seemed to experiences
some triumphant satisfaction. Drop
ping down upon the edge OF the pallet
beside which the young woman sat, he
said, with swift eagerness:
"Do you mean what you say, Cora q"
every word"
you're good grill" he murmnrcd,
trying to take her black-gloved hand
in his; but she rcsolutely withdrew it
from his clasp. saying, with q cutting
smile:
According to you, il is loo latc for
any silly sentiment between us, and ]
agree with you."
He bit his lip. and his manner
changed.
every we'll, he sni,l, fcrscly; ..our
time is short and we must mako the
most of il. Tell me, how are yon get.
ting along 2"
"As usual. Ne,
"What arc you doing ?" 80
"Oh, singing in music halls and tho
aters in various parts of the country,
wherever engagements call ME.
do you mako all the money yon
wnnt?"
The fine dark eyes CLEANED hungrily
as the woman replied:
81 should not have money enough il
possessed the wealth of the Indies.
I'm famishipg for it! want to ride
over these proud ladies who look down
upon and despise me- wonld give ten
years of my life to compel them 10 rec
ognize mel"
Boyden fairly smiled with sntisfac-
ton in spite of HIMSELF; she WAS as
soft wax for his hands, to mold
she was an instrument awaiting his
touch.
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with eagerness, "you say that you
would be glod to bo of assistance to
me?"
She bowed her beautiful head alIirm-
atively.
You can bel"
"How?"
"You can he, and with advantage tc
yourself would not ask you to dc
me favor unless could make you
some recompense. Being able to dc
this. / will speak frankly. You knew
my uncle, Orrin Clifford, rs we'll ms +
You know that il was lie who came he
tween us, he who refused to recognize
you because he did not consider you
sufficiently |well-born, he who ha,
driven you to singing before the lowest
classes for your liviDgi Yon remember
And being dead, you hate bis memory
do you not?"
Il hate him dead and alivel" cam,
the low-toned, venomoas reply.
4You also know the story Of his pas
as well as i. Well, that child Of his
/! that troublesome brat, Grace. whom
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