The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-10-04
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we left America; don't know whefth
"There must have been servants, and
old ones, too"
"There were, but thcy were all dis,
missed, and the house was closed"
The good man looked discouraged
"To whom shall we apply for infor-
nation thcn?" he asked.
IL scarcely know; must take timo
to think"
lie was about to take his leave and
return to his hotel, but he returned to
the girl, laying his hand gently upon
her bowed head.
Little Gracie," he said, gently,
Our way looks dark before us, but with
Gods help and your plucky little heart
ye, shall tindit lightaat last. nexor
feas ssst 8; sls.-s-sfe =
hg up into his fafiIssrIy i,SIg5 = ,Sith n wan
Anile; "shall we start TO morrow2"
Tomorrow, if you wish"
So it was decided, and Lawyer Edgar
took his departure. All that night lit
tic Oracle lay in q waking trance,
going over and over again the events of
that painful day.
At last, toward morning, she fell
asleep from sheer fatigue, and dreamed
dreamed SO wildly that she awok O
with wild cry of pain, and found her
self staring ut the rays of the newly
risen sun that feckod the carpet of her
chamber. Sho had dreamed of Rupert
Arnim--dreamed that he was in some
mortal danger. She seemed to see the
long, dark shadow reaching, reaching
over nearer him.
She saw the look of dnzed agony upon
his face, even heard his voice, like the
voice of lost angel, calling in anguish
sa.rnera5, nj sluL And she awoke.
l1As.asnuyfy Illis<:cr'r,- i tlaS1., leHSeT
she said to hcfSclf; cost What it may,
I must see him and warn him OF tho
danger which mcnaccs him!"
And in pursuance of the determine
tion she left the house about noon of
her last day in New York, and, without
saying n word to good Mrs. Banckcr,
made her way across town to the clc
waited railway and took train mp to
Harlem.
She felt timid, almost terrified to
find herself in the noisy streets alone
and unprotected, but the bravery of
her object in view braced up her heart,
and she went on in safety until she
paused upon -tAs-stcps OF tho little
house she knew and loved SO we'll.
With n start of apprehension, she
were tightly closed, and that the house
generally wore deserted air.
With hand trembling with dread
she nullad- tho l,nll-arj- -"ns,nnt ~ litiia
relieved n moment OF two later to hear
footsteps within advancing to answer
her summons.
The door opened and Mrs. Ariim ap-
pcarcd.
"Oh, Mrs Arnim!" she exclaimed,
then paused, chilled to the core of her
being by the woman's strange look.
ooh, is it you? What do you want 2"
she demanded.
"Rupertl wish to SEQ Rupert"
"IIc has gone away"
when will he return?'
81 do not know; not for days, and
perhaps for weeks"
ooh, what shall do?"
"You seem to do very we'll without
HIM"
The bitter reproach fell upon deaf
cars. Poor little Oracle was busy hast
lily brushing the tears of dsappoint-
ment from her eyes.
"I am going away, tow she faltercd
"and ! did so wnaE to see him before I
left. Did he lcave'no word, no message
for me?"
Mrs. Arnim started suddenly. un-
swcring:
ayes, here is II letter.
She turned to n table Mis handed
Oracle letter, and while the poor
child pressed it to her lips fcrvcntly,
| closed the door upon her.
What to do then but go away? Evi-
IDENTIFY she was not wanted there. With
q sinking heart she turned back into
the street, and with her tear-fillcd eyes
rivetcd upon the missive, she wandered
on until she found herself ut tho en-
trance of pretty park--Mount Morris
children invited her to enter and rest
Selecting n sunny seat, she sank down
upon it, mnrmuring:
"Now, Rupert, what have you to
say?"
She had never seen the handwriting
of the man she loved, consequently she
was deceived by thehOld forgery which
met her eyes.
Like lightning she read the cruel
words within; re-read them, and thcr
staggered to her feet, with n scream oI
wild dismay.
Beating the air with her arms in hcl
blindness, she endcavored to reach the
gates by which she had entered, bul
ere she gained them, she staggered
wavcrcd an instant, and fell prostrat,
upon the sandy walk, like one stricken
with death.
She did not hear the aflrighted erie,
of the children, nor the voice of a MAJ
who called to park-keeper.
"Quick! Summon an ambulance! =
This woman is dying"
CHAPTER XVII.
| IN THE TOLLS.
Milton is one of the wealthicst ani
most beautiful, and yet, in parts, one %
the lonelicst suburbs of Boston
Among its wooded hills and valleys
one feels lost in the deep country
while it seems }sara~t0 beiievc that {