Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1889-08-16

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ed, the whole world was welcome
to know it now. No deeper dis
grace could befall her. 81 wonder
il he IS shrieking with laughter, or
merely sick with disgust" the poor
girl thought, when her obtuse and
amiable visitor had at last depart
ed. ooh, how hate him, how i
hate him!v which was hard on
Jack, considering that his own
conduct in the matter had been
irreproachable. But Ethel was In
no mood for Justice. 1t seemed to
her that she had utterly betrayed
and disgraced herself; that never
again could she venture to show
herself In a world where Florence
Byrne, Grace Allison, and, above
all, Jack Davenant lived, moved
AuQ uhu luOiA Oolhk'
Sick with shame, hot and cold
with anguish, poor Ethel sat cow
ering in the great drawing room
like guilty thing.
Ethel astonished her family at
dinner that evening by inquiries as
to the state of the female labor
market in New Zealand.
Uncle Joe, a philanthroplc parson
who happened to be OF the party,
delighted to 6nd his pretty niece
taking an interest in subject 80
frivolous, delivered himself of a
short lecture on the subject.
Ethel sighed at hearing that
there was 80 little demand tor the
work of educated women (ssve the
mark D in that distant colony, and
began to turn her thoughts toward
Waterloo bridge.
ETHEL funks on being ali old
maid. She knows that positively
any girl can lasso a husband IN
New Zealand" her brother Bob
! remarked in a challenging tone.
But Ethel bore it with unlnter-
esting meekness perhaps, she
told herself, she was husband
hunter after all.
After dinner she put on her hat
and stole out into the street. She
had been indoors all day and
could bear 1t no longer. The June
evening was still as light as day,
and simple minded couples were
loltering with frank affection in
Regents park. She had not gone
far before she saw large familiar
6gure bearing down in her direc.
tion.
"Oh, how hate him hate
him " she though. again, while her
heart beat with maddening rapid.
ity. "If he has a spark of kind.
ness IN him he will pretend not TO
see me-"
But Jack, for it was he, made no
such pretense. On the contrary,
be not only raised his hat, but
csue up to her with Outstretched
hand. She put her cold fingers
mechanically into his, aud scanned
his face; there was neither mlrth
nor disgust in it, anu the thought
flashed across her, chilling, while
it relieved her, that he probably
attached little importrncs TO an
incident 10 which she, knowing her
own secret, had deemed but one
Interpretation possible. Aud then,
before she knew what had happen
cd, Jack was walking along by her
aide, pouring out torrent of in'
dignant reproaches as to her de
sertion of him 10 favor of Dlcky
Carshalton, at the Warrlngtons
party.
at is you,' cried Ethel, with
spirit, tor the unexpected turn oI
affairs restored her courage, "it Il
you, Mr.. Davenaut, who were un'
kind, to stand by and let old friends
be victimized without striking
blow in their behalf! Pray, wha
did you expect me to do? Was | t
} have said, No. thank you, Mr.
Csrsbalton, prefer TO stay her
| Win mI. OfNoudul
"And If you had said it, would i
have been trueW
She changed her tone suddenly.
"Dicky is such a bore! | thinl
prefer any ones society to his"
s He stopped short IN the path
= seizing both her hands, and look
, ing down at her with stern AM
passionate eyes.
When next they met Mr. Csrsh
alton, both Jack and Ethel wer
. beyond the reach Of his maneuverI
o Amy Levy in Temple Bar.