The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-10-11

across his mind for the first time, he
added, quickly, 1--WE can begin on your
portrait at once, can we not?"
IF you choose"
"Do not you choose? Havc you lost
interest in it?"
"Not at all; only want you to rest
and paint just when you feel inclined"
He looked at her rs she spoke, and
his fine blue eyes expressed the help
less admiration which he was power
less to express in words. She felt her
power and smiled in her criminal VIC
tory.
How good you are! !" he said, at last;
II shall never forget your kindness and
encouragement"
we'll not mention that" she return
ed, langhingly.
But Ican't. help thinking of it," he
Persisted; Il have. never lad such o
patron before" :
, "And fancy you never will again!"
slio thought, with malicious satisfac-
tion.
do you know, ".hc continued, "that
cannot make up my mind to paint
you as Satanella? We think of her rs
the embodiment of all that is bad in
women"
Perhaps I am Satanclla," with
mischievous smile.
ooh, I know you nro not!' he OK
claimed, fcrvcntly; "you arc an angel,
"Thcrc, thcrc!" she said, smilingly
checking his passionate outburst; "you
remember that / told You have hus-
band, that he is travelling in the West;
he may return Mt any moment, unex-
poctedly; should such he the case, 1
want to be able to introduce you to him
IN my friend; want him to consider
you his friend also"
At this gentle rcbukc, Arnim blushed
to the roots of his hair, and was speech
less, while tho willy encbantrcss said to
herself:
eff he goes on at this rate must get
rid Of him. or he will be an insufferable
nuisanccl However, of one thing am
satisiicd--my triumph over that wretch
cd girl is coinplcte!"
AS they drove back into the city that
evening, Arnim attempted to frame
somo excuse for his forward conduct.
"lf you can forgive me this timo, Mrs.
Boy,len, no faltcrcd, when she cut him
short.
"I will forgive you" she said, still
Offering him tho fatal butt, "on one con-
tlition.
Name it'll"
",rllat you call mo Cora when VIC ara
alone, and will call you Rupert It
will seem as though we were better
friends"
He asscntet' gladly, poor fool, not
| alnne hecausc lie Was rciQiced ut this
sons he hated the name Of Boyden.
When it is remembered that little
Oracle had obstinately refused to tell
any part of her life secret, it will be
understood how easily he had fancietl
that there could be no connection be-
tween the two persons of the same
name; he thought it mere coinci-
dence, and wishing to forget Max Boy
! den, had never mentioned tho matter
to Cora.
Within two days tho lonesome place
Mt Milton underwent ns great change
IN though n sorcerer had waved his
magic wand above it. Every room in
the spacious mansion was thrown open
to the light and air of heaven; the gar
den glOwed with the early blossoms OF
spring, and the stables echoed to tho
stamping and champing of high bred
steeds
A bevy OF servants hurried from room
t., room uncovering the rich furniture
a RaA8rsss sat ta%HHtng The yuSs asas
and his enchantress arrived. they found
place sufficiently elegant in every re-
spect to entertain king in
Like one in dream, Rupert Arnim
passed from apartment to apartment
closely followed by the woman whose
only object was to lead him in silken
bondage to his doom. She had be.
witched him, body and soul, until she
filled even his dreams with thoughts OF
her, to the utter exclusion of poor little
Grace.
1t was Cora who wreathcd his plate
with wondrous great roses. and poured
the wine into his cup at dinner that
night. 1t was she who sang to him
love songs in some foreign tongue 10
tile lascivious tinkle of q mandolin as
they sat in the shadowy drawing room,
where the candles twinkled in their sill
ver sconccs against the polished mir
rors.
1t was the perfume of her hair that
intoxicated him. as they stood upon the
terrace in the balmy spring night and
watched the young moon set behind the
distant hills like silver bow dropped
from Diana's girdle.
y And it was she who completed the
nnhallowed cnchantment when she
leaned npou his shoulder, breathing:
oh, Rupert! If were only free to
lovep
But bark! What rapid step was that
| which disturbed the charmed silence,
that ground the gravel of the path be.
meath them. that mounted the steps to
the very terrace? What form was that
which stood before them in the STAR
light? What voice pronounced the
thrilling words:
"A telegram, madam!"
For 81" she said, in surprise. =
For answer, the intruder handed her
the well-known yellow cnvclope.
bowed, and descending the steps van.
ished i'm tho esurroundino shadows.